<?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-7638118102499723366</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:01:08.841-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Michela</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-7919965278471512561</id><published>2010-02-01T21:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:21:32.548-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU TEMPO</title><content type='html'>Difícil pra mim falar das coisas simples
Fácil pra mim sentir as coisas simples
Algo me deixa aflita
Me deixa no ar
Vida solta
Solta a vida!... Deixe-a reinar

Mergulho em mim, e nada encontro 
além do que sou!
É mar imenso, sem referencial
Não sei onde estou
Tempo?
Espaço?
Nada disso é palpável
O que sou além do que mostro ser?
Onde vou?
Se nem sei onde cheguei!
Mar de mim mesmo
Presa estou
Se me solto, pra onde vou?

Ir e vir
Ondas no meu mar
Sem rumo e em todos os rumos
Eu flutuo...
Eu mergulho...
Continuo não sabendo onde estar

Como preencher meu coração vazio?
Pra quem tem esperança o tempo é
"QUANDO"
Pra quem tem saudade o tempo é
"IDO"
Pra quem não tem rumo, todo tempo é
"SOFRIDO"

Melhor tempo, nenhum
Melhor nenhum lugar
Melhor partir do que ficar
Na eternidade dessa dúvida
Na crueldade da mentira
N solidão do não ser

Prefiro a paz da ascese
Prefiro a mansidão do saber
Que do outro lado da vida
Há alguma razão escondida
Que justifique o viver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-7919965278471512561?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7919965278471512561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=7919965278471512561' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/7919965278471512561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/7919965278471512561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2010/02/meu-tempo.html' title='MEU TEMPO'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-282288379714355145</id><published>2009-12-01T11:49:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:50:37.073-02:00</updated><title type='text'>APENAS UM SONHO</title><content type='html'>Como cheguei até aqui
Não sei, não lembro
Só sei que caminhando vim
Caminhando pelas incertezas da vida
Vivendo um dia a cada instante
Um instante a cada dia...

Em algum lugar do passado me perdi
Em meio a muitos amores
Paixões, encanto e ternura
Mas o rosto de minha amada
Ainda não esqueci...

Por muitos lugares andei
Vivendo outras paixões
Mas de nada adiantou
Dormindo em outros abraços
Procurando em outros braços
A paz que perdi..

Não encontro em lugar algum
Sempre tudo me parece tão comum
Acho que não tenho mais forças
Aqui vou quedar e dormir
Sonhar com tudo que tive
E esquecer tudo o que perdi...

Longe de tudo
De todos, no meio deste deserto
Sem flores ou alegria, cansado e
A ela buscando
Mas é apenas uma miragem
Um sonho
Apenas um sonho
De amor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-282288379714355145?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/282288379714355145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=282288379714355145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/282288379714355145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/282288379714355145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2009/12/apenas-um-sonho.html' title='APENAS UM SONHO'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-5095081659780128843</id><published>2009-12-01T11:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:49:37.174-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EU APRENDI</title><content type='html'>Como cheguei até aqui
Não sei, não lembro
Só sei que caminhando vim
Caminhando pelas incertezas da vida
Vivendo um dia a cada instante
Um instante a cada dia...

Em algum lugar do passado me perdi
Em meio a muitos amores
Paixões, encanto e ternura
Mas o rosto de minha amada
Ainda não esqueci...

Por muitos lugares andei
Vivendo outras paixões
Mas de nada adiantou
Dormindo em outros abraços
Procurando em outros braços
A paz que perdi..

Não encontro em lugar algum
Sempre tudo me parece tão comum
Acho que não tenho mais forças
Aqui vou quedar e dormir
Sonhar com tudo que tive
E esquecer tudo o que perdi...

Longe de tudo
De todos, no meio deste deserto
Sem flores ou alegria, cansado e
A ela buscando
Mas é apenas uma miragem
Um sonho
Apenas um sonho
De amor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-5095081659780128843?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/5095081659780128843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=5095081659780128843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/5095081659780128843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/5095081659780128843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-aprendi_01.html' title='EU APRENDI'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-6768962196051157096</id><published>2009-12-01T11:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:48:23.356-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EU APRENDI</title><content type='html'>EU APRENDI ...
... que eu não posso exigir o amor de ninguém. Posso apenas dar boas razões para que gostem de mim e ter paciência para que a vida faça o resto;
... que não importa o quanto certas coisas são importantes para mim, tem gente que não dá a mínima e jamais conseguirei convencê-las;
... que posso passar anos construindo uma verdade e destruí-la em apenas alguns segundos.

EU APRENDI ...
... que posso usar meu charme por apenas 15 minutos; depois disso, preciso saber do que estou falando;
... que posso fazer algo em um minuto e ter que responder por isso o resto da vida;
... que, por mais que você corte um pão em fatias, esse pão continua tendo duas faces, e o mesmo vale para tudo o que cortamos de nosso caminho.

EU APRENDI ...
... que vai demorar muito para me transformar na pessoa que quero ser, e devo ter paciência;
... que posso ir além dos limites que eu próprio me coloquei;
... que eu preciso escolher entre controlar meu pensamento ou ser controlado por ele.

EU APRENDI ...
...que os heróis são pessoas que fazem o que acham que devem fazer naquele momento, independentemente do medo que sentem;
... que perdoar exige muita prática;
... que há muita gente que gosta de mim, mas que não consegue expressar isso.

EU APRENDI ...
... que, nos momentos mais difíceis, a ajuda veio justamente daquela pessoa que eu achava que iria tentar piorar minha vida; que eu posso ficar furioso, tenho o direito de me irritar, mas não tenho o direito de ser cruel;
... que jamais posso dizer a uma criança que seus sonhos são
impossíveis.
Será uma tragédia para o mundo se eu conseguir convencê-la disso.

EU APRENDI ...
... que meu melhor amigo vai me machucar de vez em quando, e eu tenho que me acostumar com isso;
...que não é o bastante ser perdoado pelos outros; eu preciso me perdoar primeiro;
... que, não importa o quanto meu coração esteja sofrendo, o mundo não vai parar por causa disso.

EU APRENDI ...
... que as circunstâncias de minha infância são responsáveis pelo que eu sou, mas não pelas escolhas que eu fiz quando adulto;
... que, numa briga, eu preciso escolher de que lado estou, mesmo quando não quero me envolver;
... que, quando duas pessoas discutem, não significa que elas se odeiem.
E quando duas pessoas não discutem, não significa que elas se amem.

EU APRENDI ...
... que, por mais que eu queira proteger meus filhos, eles vão se machucar e eu também serei machucado, isso faz parte da vida;
... que minha existência pode mudar para sempre em poucas horas, por causa de gente que nunca vi antes;
... que diplomas na parede não me fazem mais respeitável ou mais sábio.

EU APRENDI ...
... que a palavra "amor" perde o seu sentido, quando usada sem critério;
... que certas pessoas vão embora de qualquer maneira;
... que é difícil traçar uma linha entre ser gentil, não ferir as pessoas, e saber lutar pelas coisas que eu acredito.

Se aprendessemos algumas coisas, tudo seria mais fácil...certas coisas realmente eu já aprendi...outras...ainda não, mas...estou tentando...o que vale é a intenção...

by: Flavia Nunes

Esse poema há polêmica de ser de WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, mas as palavras, não são as mesma de seu poema, apenas o nome " Eu Aprendi."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-6768962196051157096?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6768962196051157096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=6768962196051157096' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/6768962196051157096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/6768962196051157096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-aprendi.html' title='EU APRENDI'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-7955625765165999906</id><published>2009-12-01T11:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:46:38.431-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas d'alma</title><content type='html'>Abri minha alma,
Como se abrisse as portas 
Da minha casa para ti.
Invadiste rapidamente a casa,
Pisando sobre as flores que plantei.
Rodei à tua volta,
Como um tornado de desejo
Da paixão que injetaste no meu sangue.

Amei, 
Odiei,
Gritei,
Me rasguei,
Me entreguei,
Me anulei...

Me transformei naquilo que
Não era para te fazer feliz.

Valeu?!
Não sei...
Até outra vez!
Mas, se não o fizesse,
Sofreria da mesma forma.

Sementes da vida,
Que se quedam abandonadas e 
De repente brotam...
Como?
Assustadoramente!
Não dá para saber, 
Não dá para entender,
Somente para sentir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-7955625765165999906?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7955625765165999906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=7955625765165999906' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/7955625765165999906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/7955625765165999906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2009/12/coisas-dalma.html' title='Coisas d&apos;alma'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-5147160232429463350</id><published>2009-10-17T11:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:45:21.887-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Definições</title><content type='html'>Saudade é quando o momento tenta fugir da lembrança para acontecer de novo e não consegue.

Lembrança é quando, mesmo sem autorização, seu pensamento reapresenta
um capítulo.

Angústia é um nó muito apertado bem no meio do sossego.

Preocupação é uma cola que não deixa o que ainda não aconteceu sair de seu pensamento.

Indecisão é quando você sabe muito bem o que quer mas acha que devia querer outra coisa.

Certeza é quando a idéia cansa de procurar e pára.

Intuição é quando seu coração dá um pulinho no futuro e volta rápido.

Pressentimento é quando passa em você o trailer de um filme que pode ser que nem exista.

Vergonha é um pano preto que você quer pra se cobrir naquela hora.

Ansiedade é quando sempre faltam muitos minutos para o que quer que seja.

Interesse é um ponto de exclamação ou de interrogação no final do sentimento.

Sentimento é a língua que o coração usa quando precisa mandar algum recado.

Raiva é quando o cachorro que mora em você mostra os dentes.

Tristeza é uma mão gigante que aperta seu coração.

Felicidade é um agora que não tem pressa nenhuma.

Amizade é quando você não faz questão de você e se empresta pros outros.

Culpa é quando você cisma que podia ter feito diferente mas, geralmente, não podia.

Lucidez é um acesso de loucura ao contrário.

Razão é quando o cuidado aproveita que a emoção está dormindo e assume o mandato.

Vontade é um desejo que cisma que você é a casa dele.

Paixão é quando apesar da palavra ¨perigo¨ o desejo chega e entra.

Amor é quando a paixão não tem outro compromisso marcado.
Não... Amor é um exagero... também não.
Um dilúvio, um mundaréu, uma insanidade, um destempero, um despropósito, um descontrole, uma necessidade, um desapego?

Talvez porque não tenha sentido, talvez porque não tenha explicação,
Esse negócio de amor, não sei explicar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-5147160232429463350?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/5147160232429463350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=5147160232429463350' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/5147160232429463350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/5147160232429463350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2009/10/definicoes.html' title='Definições'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-8384995863498057911</id><published>2009-10-17T11:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:40:55.935-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A felicidade depende de vc mesmo</title><content type='html'>Não deixes a tua felicidade em mãos alheias. Nunca digas que não podes ser alegre porque não te tratam bem... Que não podes ter paz porque não te dão liberdade... Que não podes ter ânimo porque não compreendem os teus problemas... Que não podes ser operoso porque não te dão os meios de agir. Os outros não são donos da tua felicidade. A felicidade é obra tua, pois tudo está sujeito ao teu exame e aceitação. És tu mesmo que a crias ao pensar e agir. Faze-te feliz. Usa as ferramentas da alegria, da paz e do progresso que estão em tuas próprias mãos, e toma as rédeas da tua felicidade. A felicidade de amanhã está em tuas mãos, HOJE!!!

Autor:desconhecido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-8384995863498057911?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/8384995863498057911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=8384995863498057911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/8384995863498057911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/8384995863498057911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2009/10/felicidade-depende-de-vc-mesmo.html' title='A felicidade depende de vc mesmo'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-8923042970375520623</id><published>2009-10-17T11:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:39:46.598-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sou o que sou...</title><content type='html'>Poucas coisas na vida são exatas, mas de uma tenho certeza: ninguém é unanimidade. Ao longo de nossas vidas definimos nosso caráter, nossa personalidade e vivemos de acordo com normas e princípios q consideramos corretos. Entretanto, por mais sensatos q possamos parecer, definitivamente ñ há como agradar a todos.
.
Cansei de me preocupar com a opinião dos outros. Ñ quero mais me fazer entender a qualquer custo. Ñ quero posar de boa moça. As minhas verdades estão aqui, basta vc aceitá-las assim como são ou deixar eu viver minha vida em paz.
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Se vc vai se sentir melhor iludindo a si mesmo, fique a vontade: PENSE O Q QUISER. Quer falar que sou isso ou aquilo? Fale! Quer acreditar q enganei vc? Acredite!Quer crer q ñ gosto de vc? Creia! Sei q no fundo nossas consciências conhecem a verdade de tudo.
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Pouco me importa o q pensam ou falam a meu respeito. Sou o q sou e isso é e sempre vai ser suficiente para mim!!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-8923042970375520623?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/8923042970375520623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=8923042970375520623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/8923042970375520623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/8923042970375520623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2009/10/sou-o-que-sou.html' title='sou o que sou...'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-4647175249679845370</id><published>2008-08-09T23:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:49:32.621-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixei atrás os erros do que fui</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Deixei atrás os erros do que fui, 
Deixei atrás os erros do que quis 
E que não pude haver porque a hora flui 
E ninguém é exato nem feliz. 
Tudo isso como o lixo da viagem 
Deixei nas circunstâncias do caminho, 
No episódio que fui e na paragem, 
No desvio que foi cada vizinho. 

Deixei tudo isso, como quem se tapa 
Por viajar com uma capa sua, 
E a certa altura se desfaz da capa 
E atira com a capa para a rua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-4647175249679845370?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/4647175249679845370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=4647175249679845370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/4647175249679845370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/4647175249679845370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/08/deixei-atrs-os-erros-do-que-fui.html' title='Deixei atrás os erros do que fui'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-4767699577800892621</id><published>2008-08-09T23:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:47:49.345-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CADA COISA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cada coisa a seu tempo tem seu tempo.  

     Não florescem no inverno os arvoredos, 

     Nem pela primavera

     Têm branco frio os campos.





     À noite, que entra, não pertence, Lídia,

     O mesmo ardor que o dia nos pedia.

     Com mais sossego amemos

     A nossa incerta vida.





     À lareira, cansados não da obra

     Mas porque a hora é a hora dos cansaços, 

     Não puxemos a voz

     Acima de um segredo,





     E casuais, interrompidas, sejam

     Nossas palavras de reminiscência

     (Não para mais nos serve

     A negra ida do Sol) —





     Pouco a pouco o passado recordemos

     E as histórias contadas no passado

     Agora duas vezes

     Histórias, que nos falem





     Das flores que na nossa infância ida

     Com outra consciência nós colhíamos

     E sob uma outra espécie

     De olhar lançado ao mundo.





     E assim, Lídia, à lareira, como estando,

     Deuses lares, ali na eternidade,

     Como quem compõe roupas

     O outrora compúnhamos





     Nesse desassossego que o descanso

     Nos traz às vidas quando só pensamos

     Naquilo que já fomos,

     E há só noite lá fora.

                                                   

                                            Ricardo Reis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-4767699577800892621?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/4767699577800892621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=4767699577800892621' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/4767699577800892621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/4767699577800892621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/08/cada-coisa.html' title='CADA COISA'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-2125569989049099904</id><published>2008-08-09T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:45:02.679-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AUTOPSICOGRAFIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O poeta é um fingidor.
Finge tão completamente
Que chega a fingir que é dor
A dor que deveras sente.

E os que lêem o que escreve,
Na dor lida sentem bem,
Não as duas que ele teve,
Mas só a que eles não têm.

E assim nas calhas da roda
Gira, a entreter a razão,
Esse comboio de corda
Que se chama o coração.

&lt;/strong&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-2125569989049099904?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/2125569989049099904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=2125569989049099904' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/2125569989049099904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/2125569989049099904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/08/autopsicografia.html' title='AUTOPSICOGRAFIA'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-2830813148399921252</id><published>2008-08-09T23:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:44:04.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como é por dentro outra pessoa
Quem é que o saberá sonhar?
A alma de outrem é outro universo
Com que não há comunicação possível,
Com que não há verdadeiro entendimento. 

Nada sabemos da alma
Senão da nossa;
As dos outros são olhares,
São gestos, são palavras,
Com a suposição de qualquer semelhança
No fundo.

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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Banhando de prata meus sonhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Observando as imagens tão belas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que se apresentam aos meus olhos tristonhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu canto num canto do céu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ressoa alegria e dor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espalha-se em nuvens, ao léu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contando um conto de amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você caminha ao meu lado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem que eu lhe possa tocar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa meu coração agoniado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejando lhe abraçar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perambulando, para que a alma prossiga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre cativa de seu feitiço...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dou-me conta que só me vê como amiga...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não me conformo com isso!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No pensamento há saudade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relembrando a cada instante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que toda felicidadeHabita a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terra distante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não mais suporto a agonia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De tê-lo tão longe de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu coração se angustia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Num desespero, sem fim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não podendo tê-lo comigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como meu único amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não o quero como amigo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seja lá como for...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posto que no peito abrigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um universo de dor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cill)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-9063640067819470544?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/9063640067819470544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=9063640067819470544' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/9063640067819470544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/9063640067819470544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/06/pensamento-ss.html' title='PENSAMENTO A SÓS'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-7495639942494331631</id><published>2008-06-11T12:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:44:42.711-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NOITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A noite surge... lenta, mansamente...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Vem dedilhando liras de saudade,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cantando a vida breve, a brevidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do amor, do amor fugaz, impermanente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quedo-me lasso, frouxo, molemente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem esboçar qualquer atividade;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O pensamento ao léu, na imensidade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto a noite flui, suavemente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E vou tecendo rimas regulares,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Velhos refrões soltando pelos ares...;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cantando a noite triste, o himeneu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Das minhas horas lânguidas, confusas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Florais de sombras, nebulosas musas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carpindo um amor que tive e que morreu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Valdez)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-7495639942494331631?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7495639942494331631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=7495639942494331631' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/7495639942494331631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/7495639942494331631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/06/noite.html' title='NOITE'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-7833690865566439619</id><published>2008-06-11T12:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:39:52.677-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CORAÇÃO REBELDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando de ti se apossar a saudade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando já não tiveres mais ânimo, vontade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E os teus olhos começarem a marejar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corre pro teu espelho, mira-te! Estarei dentro do teu olhar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verás que assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estarás sempre perto de mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merecerás toda a minha atenção,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouvirás e falarás, direto ao meu coração!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A distância sei, me consome!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Torna sem graça minhas noites, meus dias,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me faz pensar em ti, chamar teu nome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso meu coração se agita, reclama,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não consegue esconder sua rebeldia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe que a dor virá!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A saudade só dói no coração de quem ama!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Walter Pereira Pimentel)&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/7638118102499723366-7833690865566439619?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7833690865566439619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=7833690865566439619' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/7833690865566439619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/7833690865566439619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/06/corao-rebelde.html' title='CORAÇÃO REBELDE'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-4144250261514312051</id><published>2008-06-11T12:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:36:07.862-03:00</updated><title type='text'>INCONSCIENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;De repente, você vem na minha mente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;como a poeira que é levada pelo vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nós podemos vê-la, senti-la,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nossos olhos lacrimejam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nosso rosto e toda nossa pele se impregnam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu a vejo como se fosse uma água de fonte cristalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Capaz de refletir o seu semblante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quando fixo meus olhos, me abraço na saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Na saudade de você, da sua voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me abraço em tudo que aconteceu entre nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas nunca perco a esperança,pois amanhã pode ser que o vento volte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E desta vez ele não traga só a poeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quem sabe, ele resolva ouvir o meu apelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E traga você para quebrar este gelo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ah! Desta vez vou ficar atento olhando o vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pois, se você vier com ele,a saudade vai virar realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E nunca mais eu deixo o vento fazer você virar saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pois entre os meus braços, existirá sempre um espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Para você se aconchegar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dorival Gaspar ®&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-4144250261514312051?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/4144250261514312051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=4144250261514312051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/4144250261514312051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/4144250261514312051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-repente-voc-vem-na-minha-mentecomo.html' title='INCONSCIENTE'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-3900959510308044907</id><published>2008-06-11T12:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:17:16.649-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A FORÇA DA VERDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo é provisório aqui no mundo.
Só a verdade permanece vencendo as restrições do tempo.
Os  sentidos  enganam e  a  razão  endurece.
A  Verdade, porém, se conserva sempre a mesma.
A  novidade cessa, quando a curiosidade cessa.
A verdade, todavia, continua eternamente.
A sabedoria humana é falível e não se limita às contingências das impressões pessoais.
Os preconceitos, freqüentemente, se destroem.
A verdade pode ser torcida temporariamente, mas não pode ser modificada.
A intransigência acaba cedendo ao fim de algumas reencarnações.
Mas a verdade se conserva indene durante toda a eternidade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;(Jacques Garnier)&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/7638118102499723366-3900959510308044907?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/3900959510308044907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=3900959510308044907' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/3900959510308044907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/3900959510308044907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/06/fora-da-verdade.html' title='A FORÇA DA VERDADE'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-1673355822589278603</id><published>2008-06-11T12:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:13:02.304-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE DEUS PERMITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Que Deus permita que eu não perca o romantismo, mesmo sabendo que as rosas não falam;
Que Deus permita que eu não perca o otimismo, mesmo sabendo que o futuro que nos espera não é assim tão alegre;
Que Deus Permita que eu não perca a vontade de viver, mesmo sabendo que a vida é, em muitos momentos, dolorosa;
Que Deus permita que eu não perca a vontade de ter grandes amigos, mesmo sabendo que com as voltas do mundo, eles acabam indo embora de nossas vidas;
Que Deus permita que eu não perca a vontade de ajudar as pessoas, mesmo sabendo que muitas delas são incapazes de ver, reconhecer e retribuir esta ajuda;
Que Deus permita que eu não perca o equilíbrio, mesmo sabendo que inúmeras forças querem que eu caia;
Que Deus permita que eu não perca a vontade de amar, mesmo sabendo que a pessoa que eu mais amo pode não sentir o mesmo sentimento por mim;
Que Deus permita que eu não perca a luz e o brilho no olhar, mesmo sabendo que muitas coisas que verei no mundo escurecerão meus olhos;
Que Deus permita que eu não perca a garra, mesmo sabendo que a derrota e a perda são dois adversários extremamente poderosos;
Que Deus permita que eu não perca a razão, mesmo sabendo que as tentações da vida são inúmeras e deliciosas;
Que Deus permita que eu não perca o sentimento de justiça, mesmo sabendo que o prejudicado possa ser eu;
Que Deus permita que eu não perca o meu forte abraço, mesmo sabendo que um dia meus braços estarão fracos;
Que Deus permita que eu não perca a beleza e a alegria de ver, mesmo sabendo que muitas lágrimas brotarão dos meus olhos e escorrerão por minha alma;
Que Deus permita que eu não perca o amor por minha família, mesmo sabendo que ela muitas vezes me exigirá esforços incríveis para manter sua harmonia;
Que Deus permita que eu não  perca a vontade de doar este enorme amor que existe em meu coração, mesmo sabendo que muitas vezes ele será subestimado e até rejeitado;
Que Deus permita que eu não perca a vontade de ser grande; mesmo sabendo que o mundo é pequeno.
E acima de tudo... Permita que eu  jamais me esqueça de que Deus me ama infinitamente, de que um pequeno grão de alegria e esperança dentro de cada um é capaz de mudar e transformar qualquer coisa, pois a vida é construída nos sonhos e concretizada no amor".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Chico Xavier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Em vão condenará você o pântano. Ajude-o a purificar-se. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*No caminho pedregoso, não atire calhaus nos outros. Transforme os calhaus em obras úteis. *Não amaldiçoe o vozerio alheio. Ensine alguma lição proveitosa, com o silêncio. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Não adote a incerteza, perante as situações difíceis. Enfrente-as com a consciência limpa. *Debalde censurará você o espinheiro. Remova-o com bondade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Não critique o terreno sáfaro. Ao invés disso, dê-lhe adubo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; *Não pronuncie más palavras contra o deserto. Auxilie a cavar um poço sob a areia escaldante. *Não é vantagem desaprovar onde todos desaprovaram. Ampare o seu irmão com a boa palavra. *É sempre fácil observar o mal e identificá-lo. Entretanto, o que o Cristo espera de nós outros é a descoberta e o cultivo do bem para que o Divino Amor seja glorificado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;* * * Xavier, Francisco Cândido. Da obra: Agenda Cristã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ditado pelo Espírito André Luiz. Edição de Bolso. Rio de Janeiro, RJ: FEB, 1999.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-5697843452983668999?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/5697843452983668999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=5697843452983668999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/5697843452983668999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/5697843452983668999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/06/ajude-sempre-diante-da-noite-no-acuse.html' title=''/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-6785993240586876936</id><published>2008-06-02T16:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:00:40.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia</title><content type='html'>(¨`·.·´¨)
 .`·.¸(¨`·.´¨)
.... ×`·.¸.·´× (¨`·.·´¨)
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... ×`·.¸.·´×
"Um dia você aprende
 que o tempo não volta atrás.
Portanto, plante seu jardim
e decore sua alma,
ao invés de esperar
que alguém lhe traga flores!!!"

(Willian Shakespeare)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-6785993240586876936?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6785993240586876936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=6785993240586876936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/6785993240586876936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/6785993240586876936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-dia.html' title='Um dia'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-154918280204994311</id><published>2008-06-02T16:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:53:14.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_czUv_oCau8w/SERPcdhOSkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JGPk1-VqTI4/s1600-h/imaggy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207374419526044226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="289" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_czUv_oCau8w/SERPcdhOSkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JGPk1-VqTI4/s320/imaggy4.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-154918280204994311?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/154918280204994311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=154918280204994311' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/154918280204994311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/154918280204994311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_7167.html' title=''/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_czUv_oCau8w/SERPcdhOSkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JGPk1-VqTI4/s72-c/imaggy4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-3634729813199349140</id><published>2008-06-02T16:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:50:30.731-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_czUv_oCau8w/SERO6NhOSjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2U6eO5CO5eE/s1600-h/imaggy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207373831115524658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="277" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_czUv_oCau8w/SERO6NhOSjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2U6eO5CO5eE/s320/imaggy3.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&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/7638118102499723366-1864312494692406023?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/1864312494692406023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=1864312494692406023' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/1864312494692406023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/1864312494692406023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_czUv_oCau8w/SEROHdhOSiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_dZfQGDHF-I/s72-c/imaggy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-5274968808573611599</id><published>2008-05-17T16:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:34:04.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SERÁ DIFÍCIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É difícil fazer alguém feliz,Assim como é fácil fazer triste. É difícil dizer eu te amo, Assim como é fácil não dizer nada. É difícil valorizar um amor, Assim como é fácil perdê-lo para sempre. É difícil agradecer por hoje, Assim como é fácil viver mais um dia. É difícil se convencer de que se é feliz, Assim como é fácil achar que sempre falta algo. É difícil fazer alguém sorrir, Assim como é fácil fazer chorar. É difícil se pôr no lugar de alguém, Assim como é fácil olhar para o próprio umbigo. Se você errou, peça desculpas... É difícil pedir perdão?Mas quem disse que é fácil ser perdoado?! Se alguém errou com você, perdoa-o... É difícil perdoar?Mas quem disse que é fácil se arrepender?! Se você sente algo, diga... É difícil se abrir?Mas quem disse que é fácil encontrar alguém que queira escutar?! Se alguém reclama de você, ouça... É difícil ouvir certas coisas?Mas quem disse que é fácil ouvir você?! Se alguém te ama, ame-o... É difícil se entregar?Mas quem disse que é fácil ser feliz?! Nem tudo é fácil na vida... Mas, com certeza, nada é impossível... Precisamos acreditar, ter féE lutar para que não apenas sonhemos,Mas também tornemos todos nossos sonhos, em realidade!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cláudio Roberto Resende C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;amargos&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201432043456500130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 458px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 43px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="21" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_czUv_oCau8w/SC8y4pmPEaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vufKyJHpP_8/s320/linha08.gif" width="339" border="0" /&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/7638118102499723366-5274968808573611599?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/5274968808573611599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=5274968808573611599' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/5274968808573611599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/5274968808573611599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/05/ser-difcil.html' title='SERÁ DIFÍCIL'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_czUv_oCau8w/SC8y4pmPEaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vufKyJHpP_8/s72-c/linha08.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-8799519802342220093</id><published>2008-05-17T16:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:37:31.282-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PESSOAS QUE ENTRAM NA NOSSA VIDA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pessoas entram na sua vida por uma "Razão", uma "Estação" ou uma "Vida Inteira".Quando você percebe qual deles e, você vai saber o que fazer por cada pessoa.Quando alguém esta em sua vida por uma "Razão" ...e, geralmente, para suprir uma necessidade que você demonstrou.Eles vem para auxilia-lo numa dificuldade, te fornecer orientação e apoio, ajuda-lo física, emocional ou espiritualmente.Eles poderão parecer como uma dádiva de Deus, e eles são!Eles estão lá pela razão que você precisa que eles estejam lá.Então, sem nenhuma atitude errada de sua parte, ou em uma hora inconveniente, esta pessoa vai dizer ou fazer alguma coisa para levar essa relação a um fim. As vezes, essas pessoas morrem.As vezes, eles simplesmente se vão.As vezes, eles agem e te forçam a tomar uma posição.O que devemos entender e que nossas necessidades foram atendidas, nossos desejos preenchidos e o trabalho deles, feitos. As suas orações foram atendidas. E agora e tempo de ir. Quando pessoas entram em nossas vidas por uma "Estação", é porque chegou sua vez de dividir, crescer e aprender.Eles trazem para você a experiência da paz, ou fazem você rir.Eles poderão ensina-lo algo que você nunca fez.Eles, geralmente, te dão uma quantidade enorme de prazer.Acredite!É real!Mas somente por uma "Estação". Relacionamentos de uma "Vida Inteira" te ensinam lições para a vida inteira: Coisas que você deve construir para ter uma formação emocional sólida.Sua tarefa e aceitar a lição, amar a pessoa, e colocar o que você aprendeu em uso em todos os outros relacionamentos e áreas de sua vida. E dito que o amor e cego, mas a amizade e clarividente. Obrigado por ser parte da minha vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Martha Medeiros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;
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uma pessoa para esquecer outra 
é bobagem. 
Você não só não esquece 

a outra pessoa como pensa muito
mais nela.... 

Um dia nós percebemos que as 
mulheres tem instinto "caçador" e 
fazem qualquer homem sofrer...

Um dia descobrimos que 

se apaixonar é inevitável...

Um dia percebemos que as 
melhores provas de amor 

são as mais simples...

Um dia percebemos que 

o comum não nos atrai...

Um dia saberemos que ser 
classificado como o "bonzinho" 
não é bom...

Um dia perceberemos que 

a pessoa que nunca te liga 

é a que mais pensa em você...

Um dia saberemos 

a importância da frase:
"Tu te tornas eternamente responsável

por aquilo que cativas..."

Um dia percebemos que 

somos muito importantes para alguém, 
mas não damos valor a isso...

Um dia percebemos como

aquele amigo faz falta, 

mas aí já é tarde demais...

Enfim... um dia descobrimos 
que apesar de viver quase um século
esse tempo todo não é suficiente
para realizarmos todos os nossos sonhos,
para beijarmos todas as bocas 
que nos atraem, para dizer tudo 
o que tem que ser dito naquele momento.

Não existe hora certa para dizer

o que sentimos se quem estiver 

te ouvindo não te compreender, 
não te merecer...

O jeito é: ou nos conformamos 

com a falta de algumas coisas 

na nossa vida 

ou lutamos para realizar 
todas as nossas loucuras...

Quem não compreende um olhar 
tampouco compreenderá uma 
longa explicação.



(Mário Quintana)&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/7638118102499723366-8512033348456241814?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/8512033348456241814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=8512033348456241814' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/8512033348456241814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/8512033348456241814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-dia-descobrimos.html' title='UM DIA DESCOBRIMOS'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-3829728085517776068</id><published>2008-05-06T12:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:00:02.855-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://variascoisinhas1.blogger.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u114/variascoisinhas1/Queroumamor.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Adriana Brito)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-1391719886452770605?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/1391719886452770605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=1391719886452770605' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/1391719886452770605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/1391719886452770605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-quero.html' title='NÃO QUERO'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-5200304170716705487</id><published>2008-05-06T12:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:29:12.035-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DESFEITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Do laço desfeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;fico eu... perdido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;fica um nó no peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;fica um choro contido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;fica um tempo querido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;fica um vazio de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Fica a voz da culpa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;fica o erro cometido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;fica o pecado arrependido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;fica o pedido de perdão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;fica o ter te perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Fica em desatino o hoje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;fica o amanhã sem sentido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;fica sem traço meu destino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;apagado da palma da minha mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Deny Saback)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedi a Deus para ser forte a fim de executar projetos grandiosos, e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele me fez fraco para conservar-me humilde. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedi a Deus que me desse saúde para realizar grandes empreendimentos, e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele deu-me a doença para compreendê-lo melhor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedi a Deus riqueza para tudo possuir, e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele deixou-me pobre para não ser egoísta. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedi a Deus poder para que os homens precisassem de mim, e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele deu-me humildade para que d'Ele precisasse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedi a Deus tudo para gozar a vida, e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele me deu a vida para gozar de tudo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senhor, não recebi nada do que pedi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas deste-me tudo o que eu precisava, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, quase contra a minha vontade, as preces que não fiz foram ouvidas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louvado sejas ó meu Deus! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre todos os homens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NINGUÉM TEM MAIS DO QUE EU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/6488794989543220420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/05/lindo.html' title='Lindo'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-2639947030475593437</id><published>2008-04-30T20:13:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:30:08.212-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O espetáculo da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_czUv_oCau8w/SBkZj_qzcvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OP8dI375dOg/s1600-h/linha38.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195211751325659890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 22px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="15" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_czUv_oCau8w/SBkZj_qzcvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OP8dI375dOg/s320/linha38.gif" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que você seja um grande empreendedor. Quando empreender, não tenha medo de falhar.Quando falhar, não tenha receio de chorar. Quando chorar, repense a sua vida, mas não recue.
Dê sempre uma nova chance para si mesmo. Encontre um oásis em seu deserto.Os perdedores vêem os raios. Os vencedores vêem a chuvae a oportunidade de cultivarOs perdedores paralisam-se diante das perdas e dos fracassos. Os vencedores começam tudo de novo.
Saiba que o maior carrasco do ser humano é ele mesmo. Não seja escravo dos seus pensamentos negativos. Liberte-se da pior prisão do mundo:o cárcere da emoção.O destino raramente é inevitável, mas sim uma escolha. Escolha ser um ser humano consciente, livre e inteligente.Sua vida é mais importante do que todo o ouro do mundo Mais bela que as estrelas: obra-prima do autor da vida. Apesar dos seus defeitos, você não é um número na multidão.Ninguém é igual a você no palco da vida. Você é um ser humano insubstituível. Por isso desejo que você jamais desista das pessoas que ama.Jamais desista de ser feliz. Lute sempre pelos seus sonhos. Seja profundamenteapaixonado pela vida, pois a vida É um espetáculo imperdível...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Augusto Cury)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;







































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&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero ser outra vez novo, puro, cristalino.
Quero lavar-me, cada manhã, do homem velho, da poeira velha, das palavras gastas, dos gestos rituais.
Quero reviver a primeira manhã da criação, o primeiro abrir dos olhos para a vida.
Quero que cada manhã, a alma desabroche do sono como a rosa do botão e, surja como a aurora do oceano, ao sorriso dos teus lábios, ao gesto de tua mão.
Quero me engrinaldar para a festa renovada com que cada dia nos convidas a desdobrar as asas como a águia em demanda do sol.
Quero crer, a cada nova aurora, que esta é a definitiva, a do encontro com a felicidade, a da permanência assegurada, a de teu sim definitivo."
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Chico Xavier)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195214951076295426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 32px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="21" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_czUv_oCau8w/SBkcePqzcwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wA23KFdVfa8/s320/linha08.gif" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Que meu nome seja pronunciadocomo sempre foi, sem ênfase de nenhum tipo.Sem nenhum traço de sombra ou tristeza.A vida significa tudo o que ela sempre significou, o fio não foi cortado.Porque eu estaria fora de seus pensamentos,agora que estou apenas fora de suas vistas?Eu não estou longe, apenas estou do outro lado do Caminho...Você que aí ficou,
siga em frente,
a vida continua,
linda e bela como sempre foi."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Santo Agostinho)&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' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-12664615989566032?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/12664615989566032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=12664615989566032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/12664615989566032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/12664615989566032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/04/morte-no-nada.html' title='A morte não é nada'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-2548006504249821009</id><published>2008-04-30T14:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:21:38.235-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança de estratégia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dizem que havia um cego sentado na calçada, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;com um boné a seus pés e um pedaço de madeira que, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;escrito com giz branco, dizia: &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Por favor, ajude-me, sou cego". &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um publicitário da área de criação que passava em frente a ele &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;parou e viu umas poucas moedas no boné. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sem pedir licença, pegou o cartaz, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;virou-o, pegou o giz e escreveu outro anúncio. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Voltou a colocar o pedaço de madeira aos pés do cego e foi embora. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pela tarde o publicitário voltou a passar em frente ao cego que pedia esmola.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt; Agora, o seu boné estava cheio de notas e moedas.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt; O cego reconheceu as pisadas e lhe perguntou se&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt; havia sido ele quem reescreveu seu cartaz, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;sobretudo querendo saber o que havia colocado.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt; O publicitário respondeu: &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Nada que não esteja de acordo com o seu anúncio,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt; mas com outras palavras". &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sorriu e continuou seu caminho. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;O cego nunca soube, mas seu novo cartaz dizia: &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Hoje é Primavera, e não posso vê-la". &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mudemos a estratégia quando não nos acontece alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Podemos ir até a lua, mas tal façanha não é a mais distante.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;A maior distância que temos que percorrer está dentro de nós mesmos. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Certamente, das nossas será a maior conquista...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-2548006504249821009?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/2548006504249821009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=2548006504249821009' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/2548006504249821009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/2548006504249821009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minhas forças se esvaíram...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desisto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desisto de mostrar para você o meu amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desisto de dizer,de lhe buscar,de ser ainda para você...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desisto exercer o meu lado mulher,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão infinitamente sua...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De mostrar para você a rima da emoção,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do amor pleno,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da luta ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entreguei-me ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na consciência,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De não mais tê-lo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não posso buscar o nada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a razão incontida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no seu ser em você mesmo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho que retornar à vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo sem você...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho que ver novos tons,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pintar uma linda tela interior,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;utilizando as cores com que a vida enfeita nossos olhos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tirar novas fotos de tudo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ver diferente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desisto de você,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, não desisto de ser feliz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desisto do irrealizável,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, não desisto do que ainda posso fazer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desisto de amar o vazio,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não desisto de mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; cheia de amor!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Jane Lagares)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='DESISTO!'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-6975169010285312159</id><published>2008-04-26T14:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T14:36:00.052-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconciente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De repente, você vem na minha mente,como a poeira que é levada pelo vento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nós podemos vê-la, senti-la,nossos olhos lacrimejam,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nosso rosto e toda nossa pele se impregnam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu a vejo como se fosse uma água de fonte cristalina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Capaz de refletir o seu semblante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando fixo meus olhos, me abraço na saudade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na saudade de você, da sua voz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me abraço em tudo que aconteceu entre nós!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas nunca perco a esperança,pois amanhã pode ser que o vento volte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E desta vez ele não traga só a poeiraQuem sabe, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ele resolva ouvir o meu apelo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E traga você para quebrar este gelo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! Desta vez vou ficar atento olhando o vento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois, se você vier com ele,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a saudade vai virar realidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nunca mais eu deixo o vento fazer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; você virar saudade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois entre os  meus braços, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;existirá sempre um espaço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para  você  se aconchegar.
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Dorival Gaspar)&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/7638118102499723366-6975169010285312159?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6975169010285312159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=6975169010285312159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/6975169010285312159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/6975169010285312159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/04/inconciente.html' title='Inconciente'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-5828911288754148190</id><published>2008-04-26T12:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T12:36:07.894-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pai Nosso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será inútil dizer&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Pai Nosso"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;se em minha vida não tomo atitudes como filho de Deus, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;fechando meu coração ao amor. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será inútil dizer &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"que estais nos céus"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;se os meus valores são representados pelos bens da terra.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será inútil dizer&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; "santificado seja o vosso nome"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;se penso apenas em ser cristão por medo, superstição e comodismo. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será inútil dizer&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; "venha a nós o vosso reino"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;se acho tão sedutora a vida aqui, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;cheia de supérfluos e futilidades.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será inútil dizer&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; "seja feita a vossa vontade aqui na terra como no céu"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;se no fundo desejo mesmo é que todos os meus desejos se realizem.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será inútil dizer&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; "o pão nosso de cada dia nos daí hoje"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;se prefiro acumular riquezas, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;desprezando meus irmãos que passam fome.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será inútil dizer &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"perdoai as nossas ofensas"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"assim como nós perdoamos a quem nos tem ofendido"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;se não me importo em ferir,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; injustiçar, oprimir e magoar &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;aos que atravessam o meu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será inútil dizer&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; "e não nos deixais cair em tentação"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;se escolho sempre o caminho mais fácil, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;que nem sempre é o caminho de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será inútil dizer &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"livrai-nos do mal"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;se por minha própria vontade procuro os prazeres materiais, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;e se tudo o que é proibido me seduz.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será inútil dizer&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Amém"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;porque sabendo que sou assim, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;continuo me omitindo e &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;nada faço para me modificar.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Edmildon Duarte Rocha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-5828911288754148190?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/5828911288754148190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=5828911288754148190' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/5828911288754148190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/5828911288754148190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/04/pai-nosso.html' title='Pai Nosso'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-1473865015569976646</id><published>2008-04-26T12:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T12:30:10.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes as pessoas que amamos nos magoam, e nada podemos fazersenão continuar nossa jornada com nosso coração machucado.Às vezes nos falta esperança. Às vezes o amor nos machuca profundamente, e vamos nos recuperando muito lentamente dessa ferida tão dolorosa. Às vezes perdemos nossa fé,então descobrimos que precisamosacreditar, tanto quanto precisamosrespirar... É nossa razão de existir. Às vezes estamos sem rumo,mas alguém entra em nossa vida, e se torna o nosso destino.Às vezes estamos no meio decentenas de pessoas, e a solidão aperta nosso coração pela falta de uma única pessoa. Às vezes a dor nos faz chorar, nos faz sofrer,nos faz querer parar de viver, até que algo toque nosso coração algo simples como a beleza de um por do sol, a magnitude de uma noite estrelada, a simplicidade de uma brisa batendo em nosso rosto, é a força da natureza nos chamando para a vida.Você descobre que as pessoasque pareciam ser sinceras e receberam sua confiança, te traíram sem qualquer piedade.Você descobre que algumas pessoas nunca disseram eu te amo, que outras disseram eu te amo uma única vez e agora temem dizer novamente, e com razão,mas se o seu sentimento for sincero poderá ajudá-las a reconstruir um coração quebrado. Assim ao conhecer alguém não deixe de acreditar no amor, mas certifique-se de estar entregando seu coração para alguém que dê valor aos mesmos sentimentos que você dá. Certifique-se de que quando estão juntos aquele abraço vale mais que qualquer palavra.Esteja aberto a algumas alterações, mas cuidado pois se essa pessoa te deixar, então nada irá lhe restar.Tenha sempre em mente que às vezes tentar salvar um relacionamento, manter um grande amor, pode ter um preço muito alto se esse sentimento não for recíproco, pois em algum outro momento essa pessoa irá te deixar e seu sofrimento será ainda mais intenso do que teria sido no passado.Pode ser difícil fazer algumas escolhas, mas muitas vezes isso é necessário existe uma diferença muito grandeentre conhecer o caminho e percorrê-lo.Não procure querer conhecerseu futuro antes da hora, nem exagere em seu sofrimento, esperar é dar uma chance à vida para que ela coloque a pessoa certa em seu caminho. A tristeza pode ser intensa, mas jamais será eterna. A felicidade pode demorar a chegar, mas o importante é
que ela venha para ficar
e não esteja apenas de passagem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Luiz Fernando Veríssimo)&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/7638118102499723366-1473865015569976646?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/1473865015569976646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=1473865015569976646' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/1473865015569976646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/1473865015569976646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/04/s-vezes.html' title='Às vezes'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-7936348537691949410</id><published>2008-04-23T13:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:17:21.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO SEI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Se a vida é curta ou longa demais pra nós, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;mas sei que nada do que vivemos tem sentido, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;se não tocamos o coração das pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Muitas vezes basta ser:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;colo que acolhe,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;braço que envolve,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;palavra que conforta,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;silêncio que respeita,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;alegria que contagia,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;lágrima que corre,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;olhar que acaricia,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;desejo que sacia,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;amor que promove.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;E isso não é coisa de outro mundo, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;é o que dá sentido à vida.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;É o que faz com que ela não seja nem curta, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;nem longa demais,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;mas que seja intensa,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt; verdadeira, pura... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;enquanto durar...."&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-7936348537691949410?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7936348537691949410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=7936348537691949410' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/7936348537691949410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/7936348537691949410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-sei.html' title='NÃO SEI...'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-5518949084964235199</id><published>2008-04-23T13:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:07:55.511-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DEPOIS DE ALGUM TEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Depois de algum tempo você aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma. E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. E começa aprender que beijos não são contratos, e que presentes não são promessas. 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. 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. Depois de um tempo, você aprende que o sol queima, se ficar a ele exposto por muito tempo. 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. Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais. Descobre que leva-se anos para construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la, e que você pode fazer coisas em um instante, das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida. Aprende que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer, mesmo a longa distância. E o que importa não é o que você tem na vida, mas quem você tem na vida. E que bons amigos são a família que nos permitiram escolher. Aprende que não temos que mudar de amigos, se compreendermos que os amigos mudam. Percebe que seu melhor amigo e você podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos. 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. Aprende que as circunstâncias e os ambientes têm influência sobre nós, mas que nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos. Começa a aprender que não deve se comparar com os outros, mas com o melhor que você pode ser. Descobre que leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa que você quer ser, e que o tempo é curto. Aprende que não importa aonde já chegou, mas onde está indo; mas que, se você não sabe para onde está indo, qualquer lugar serve. 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. Aprende que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer, enfrentando as conseqüências. Aprende que paciência requer muita prática. Descobre que, algumas vezes, a pessoa que você espera que chute, quando você cai, é uma das poucas que o ajudam a levantar-se. Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que se teve e o que se aprendeu com elas, do que com quantos aniversários você celebrou. Aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você do que você supunha. 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. Aprende que quando está com raiva tem o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não lhe dá o direito de ser cruel. Descobre que só porque alguém não o ama do jeito que você quer, não significa que esse alguém não o ame com todas as forças, pois existem pessoas que nos amam, mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar ou viver isso. Aprende que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém - algumas vezes, você tem que aprender a perdoar a si mesmo. Aprende que, com a mesma severidade com que julga, você será em algum momento condenado. Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que você junte os seus cacos. Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás. Portanto, plante seu jardim e decore sua alma, ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores. E você aprende que realmente pode suportar... que realmente é forte, e que pode ir mais longe depois de pensar que não pode mais. E que realmente a vida tem valor e que você tem valor diante da vida!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Willian Shakespeare)&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/7638118102499723366-5518949084964235199?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/5518949084964235199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=5518949084964235199' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/5518949084964235199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/5518949084964235199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/04/depois-de-algum-tempo.html' title='DEPOIS DE ALGUM TEMPO'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-422408840491062261</id><published>2008-04-23T13:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:05:22.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É loucura!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É LOUCURA
Odiar todas as rosas
porque uma te espetou.... Entregar todos os teus sonhos
porque um deles não se realizou... Perder a fé em todas as orações
porque numa não foste atendido...Desistir de todos os esforços
porque um deles fracassou... É LOUCURA
Condenar todas as amizades
porque uma te traiu... Descrer de todo amor
porque um deles te foi infiel... É LOUCURA
Jogar fora todas as chances de ser feliz
porque uma tentativa não deu certo.Espero que na tua caminhada
não cometas estas loucuras!
 Lembrando que sempre háUma outra chance...Uma outra amizade... Um outro amor...Uma nova força...
 É só ser perseverante
e procurar ser mais feliz a cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&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/7638118102499723366-422408840491062261?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/422408840491062261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=422408840491062261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/422408840491062261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/422408840491062261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/04/loucura.html' title='É loucura!'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-7685618819258586163</id><published>2008-04-22T13:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:40:26.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver como as Flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mestre, como faço para não me aborrecerAlgumas pessoas falam demais,outras são ignorantes.
Algumas são indiferentes.Sinto ódio das que são mentirosase ainda sofro com as que caluniam.Pois viva como as flores, advertiu o mestre.Como é viver como as flores?- Perguntou o discípulo.Repare nestas flores, continuou o mestre,
apontando lírios que cresciam no jardim.Elas nascem no esterco, entretanto,são puras e perfumadas.Extraem do adubo malcheiroso
tudo que lhes é útil e saudável,
mas não permitem que o azedume da terra
manche o frescor de suas pétalas.É justo angustiar-se com as próprias culpas,mas não é sábio permitir
que os vícios dos outros o importunem.Os defeitos deles são deles e não seus.Se não são seus não há razão para aborrecimento.Exercite, pois, a virtude de rejeitar
todo o mal que vem de fora.Isso é viver como as flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638118102499723366-7685618819258586163?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7685618819258586163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=7685618819258586163' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/7685618819258586163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/7685618819258586163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/04/viver-como-as-flores.html' title='Viver como as Flores'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-5121030155734300257</id><published>2008-04-20T14:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T14:27:12.645-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar que procura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Vida sem exaustão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Guarida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Na chegança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Do caminho melhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Olhar que procura carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quase inerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Espera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;A vida com esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Espero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mesmo que tardia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Espero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Olhar que procura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não quero desilusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Olho ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;No desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;De encontrar sem medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;No meu olhar a procurar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Rosa Candida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&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/7638118102499723366-5121030155734300257?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/5121030155734300257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=5121030155734300257' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/5121030155734300257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/5121030155734300257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/04/olhar-que-procura.html' title='Olhar que procura'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-8381644062122237023</id><published>2008-04-11T23:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:43:46.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;è fazer de um curto tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;um longo tempo em teus braços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;É saber que eu vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;no teu pensamento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;é ter você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;É ter em quem pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;é ter saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;é matar a saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;É ver você sonhando acordado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;é olhar teu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;é sentir teu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;é ouvir tua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;è saber que o amor existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;é ir embora com vontade de ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;é rezar pro outro dia chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;só pra poder te olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;É ter você comigo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Michela P. Walpassos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&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/7638118102499723366-8381644062122237023?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/8381644062122237023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=8381644062122237023' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/8381644062122237023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/8381644062122237023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/04/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-8486185053782324746</id><published>2008-04-08T14:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:51:38.987-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Voa meu anjo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;até tuas asas cansarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Voa meu anjo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vá conhecer outros lugares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Voa meu anjo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Repousar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aki&lt;/span&gt; já não adianta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;nesse tédio que a vida lança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Voa meu anjo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Voa pra longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aki&lt;/span&gt; já não há mais espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;para nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O mundo não compreende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;o meu sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;e você já não conhece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mais o seu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Voa meu anjo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Parta firme e com coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;leva teu coração pra longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Voa meu anjo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reserve um espaço para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;se lembrar de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas... Não se aproxime mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Michela&lt;/span&gt; P. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walpassos&lt;/span&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/7638118102499723366-8486185053782324746?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/8486185053782324746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=8486185053782324746' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/8486185053782324746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/8486185053782324746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/04/anjo.html' title='Anjo'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-5493685279573966100</id><published>2008-04-01T08:42:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:53:31.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucuras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ventos que sopram para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;todos os lados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;vidas que seguem rumos opostos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Loucuras que vão diante da realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Imaginações infinitas que me levam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a soltar as rédeas daquilo que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mais queria por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sensações que me fazem permanecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;parada no mesmo lugar, e de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me vejo andando para todos os lados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sem perceber me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;libertei da&lt;/span&gt; prisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;que eu mesma criei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E assim a vida segue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;levando o destino a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cumprir&lt;/span&gt; seu papel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sem saber o que poderá vir amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;depois que o sol nascer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Michela&lt;/span&gt; P. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walpassos&lt;/span&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/7638118102499723366-5493685279573966100?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/5493685279573966100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=5493685279573966100' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/5493685279573966100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/5493685279573966100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/04/loucuras.html' title='Loucuras'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-2127960197778279974</id><published>2008-04-01T08:31:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:54:02.095-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA PENSAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Viver é estar sempre preparado para dizer adeus"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"entretanto"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;natureza&lt;/span&gt; é sábia. Cura a alma da mesma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maneira que cura o corpo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Passamos por três estágios da doença do adeus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O primeiro é a negação:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isto não é verdade!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tal coisa nunca poderia ter acontecido comigo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois vem o desespero, a revolta:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era verdade! E agora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente, vem a aceitação:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem, era mesmo verdade, aconteceu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agora é preciso seguir adiante!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se vivermos cada uma dessas etapas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem vergonha, sem tentar cortar o caminho, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a natureza se encarregará de fechar a ferida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas ela precisa do mesmo ingrediente que é&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;necessário para curar todos os males do corpo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEMPO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&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/7638118102499723366-2127960197778279974?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/2127960197778279974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=2127960197778279974' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/2127960197778279974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/2127960197778279974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/04/para-pensar.html' title='PARA PENSAR'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-4371871076888767571</id><published>2008-03-30T22:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:54:53.918-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daki&lt;/span&gt; a 20 anos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; ficará mais desapontado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;com as coisas que deixou de fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;do que com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;akelas&lt;/span&gt; que fez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Por isso ultrapasse o limite da bóia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Navegue para além do porto seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aproveite os ventos e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lísios&lt;/span&gt; com suas velas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Explore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sonhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Descubra..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;(Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Twain&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&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/7638118102499723366-4371871076888767571?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/4371871076888767571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=4371871076888767571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/4371871076888767571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/4371871076888767571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/03/daki-20-anos-vc-ficar-mais-desapontado.html' title=''/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638118102499723366.post-6578608576968692281</id><published>2008-03-29T17:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:52:33.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes o que nos parece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;impossível&lt;/span&gt;, é incrível que ninguém percebe o quanto mudamos de opinião conforme nossas vidas vão mudando, a cada segundo, a cada instante. Eu cheguei a pensar que não existisse limites entre a sanidade e a loucura, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;achava&lt;/span&gt; que era impossível enlouquecer, e hoje vejo que é mais fácil ser louco do que são.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(Michela P. Walpassos)&lt;/span&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/7638118102499723366-6578608576968692281?l=miwalpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6578608576968692281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7638118102499723366&amp;postID=6578608576968692281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/6578608576968692281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7638118102499723366/posts/default/6578608576968692281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miwalpassos.blogspot.com/2008/03/s-vezes-o-q-nos-parece-impossivel.html' title=''/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050782197387779220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czUv_oCau8w/S4w4wwPJpQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WEqI7x9siIQ/S220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
