<?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-5446635683495151956</id><updated>2012-02-11T02:28:58.204-08:00</updated><category term='Letras de Música'/><category term='Reflexões'/><category term='Família'/><title type='text'>Meu Cantinho</title><subtitle type='html'>“Meu Cantinho” é um espaço no qual procuro reunir tudo aquilo que gosto e que me toca a alma...
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É o tempo da travessia: e, se não ousarmos fazê-la, teremos ficado, para sempre, à margem de nós mesmos."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5446635683495151956-7159561732729216158?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7159561732729216158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=7159561732729216158' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/7159561732729216158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/7159561732729216158'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-313737109737472105</id><published>2009-04-24T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T04:08:37.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SfGdkta2p_I/AAAAAAAAAeM/3vA2l0-lrbs/s1600-h/2605256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328213088149088242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SfGdkta2p_I/AAAAAAAAAeM/3vA2l0-lrbs/s400/2605256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;PERDIDA NA IMENSIDÃO DA TUA AUSENCIA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;ESPERO O TEMPO DE RENASCER EM OUTRA HISTORIA!!!&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/5446635683495151956-313737109737472105?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/313737109737472105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=313737109737472105' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/313737109737472105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/313737109737472105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/perdida-na-imensidao-da-tua-ausencia.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SfGdkta2p_I/AAAAAAAAAeM/3vA2l0-lrbs/s72-c/2605256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-476047882523858767</id><published>2009-04-05T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:19:14.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AO ANDAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SdioVXzyrrI/AAAAAAAAAeE/5oC4nEGiQcg/s1600-h/1579629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321188044860206770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SdioVXzyrrI/AAAAAAAAAeE/5oC4nEGiQcg/s400/1579629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se diz que o ansioso&lt;br /&gt;esconde uma alma em paz&lt;br /&gt;viajante ou missionário&lt;br /&gt;vai muito mais além…&lt;br /&gt;Se olho até o céu&lt;br /&gt;ou dentro de mim, não sei,&lt;br /&gt;agora nada importa muito&lt;br /&gt;se posso com sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;saber que tentei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viajei em tantos lugares, na imaginação…&lt;br /&gt;estamos sempre andando sem tempo nem razão&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe as respostas, quem pode escolher&lt;br /&gt;se existem diferenças… sabemos que há em cada ser, desejos de viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A brisa que acaricia&lt;br /&gt;com suavidade o mar&lt;br /&gt;e todas as gaivotas&lt;br /&gt;que voam sem parar&lt;br /&gt;vejo e sinto&lt;br /&gt;e não sei explicar …&lt;br /&gt;esplendido momento&lt;br /&gt;sentir chover e o sol raiar&lt;br /&gt;viver,sonhar,  desfrutar ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como o mar em sua nascente&lt;br /&gt;vão as pessoas ao andar&lt;br /&gt;como o vento em seu percurso&lt;br /&gt;vai a vida ao andar&lt;br /&gt;como o sol na manhã&lt;br /&gt;que pergunta ao andar&lt;br /&gt;guardo o momento&lt;br /&gt;vivo e sinto&lt;br /&gt;é minha tentativa&lt;br /&gt;e o falo ao andar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-476047882523858767?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/476047882523858767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=476047882523858767' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-8014640095199680245</id><published>2009-03-16T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:31:41.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A FESTA DOS BANQUEIROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A FESTA DOS BANQUEIROS    &lt;br /&gt;(Miguezim de Princesa)     &lt;br /&gt;I     &lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar de ser poeta,     &lt;br /&gt;Viver nessa vida assim:     &lt;br /&gt;À míngua, passando fome,     &lt;br /&gt;Coitado do Miguezim.     &lt;br /&gt;Agora vou ser banqueiro,     &lt;br /&gt;Pro governo brasileiro     &lt;br /&gt;Ficar com pena de mim.     &lt;br /&gt;II     &lt;br /&gt;Dizia Zé Laurentino,     &lt;br /&gt;Coitadinhos que eles são:     &lt;br /&gt;Iates, carros de luxo,     &lt;br /&gt;Ilhas caras e avião,     &lt;br /&gt;Dinheiro no paraíso,     &lt;br /&gt;Mas quem paga o prejuízo     &lt;br /&gt;Não viu a cor do milhão.     &lt;br /&gt;III     &lt;br /&gt;Sem saúde e educação,     &lt;br /&gt;A maioria fica à míngua:     &lt;br /&gt;O cheque todo estourado     &lt;br /&gt;Que chega inflamar a íngua,     &lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que empenha o nome     &lt;br /&gt;E carne o povo só come     &lt;br /&gt;No dia em que morde a língua.     &lt;br /&gt;IV     &lt;br /&gt;A classe média, apertada,     &lt;br /&gt;Vê negado o seu desejo:     &lt;br /&gt;Já cortou o iogurte,     &lt;br /&gt;A sobremesa e o queijo,     &lt;br /&gt;O aluguel atrasado     &lt;br /&gt;E o moral arrasado     &lt;br /&gt;Na intimação do despejo.     &lt;br /&gt;V     &lt;br /&gt;Não há soldados nas ruas     &lt;br /&gt;Nem leitos pra internação,     &lt;br /&gt;As escolas desmoronam     &lt;br /&gt;No descaso da nação.     &lt;br /&gt;Enquanto tudo vai mal,     &lt;br /&gt;A Receita Federal     &lt;br /&gt;Aumenta a arrecadação.     &lt;br /&gt;VI     &lt;br /&gt;A Receita mete a mão     &lt;br /&gt;Sem pena do paciente:     &lt;br /&gt;Chegou de novo a Derrama,     &lt;br /&gt;Tá faltando um Tiradentes     &lt;br /&gt;Que se meta no alvoroço     &lt;br /&gt;E ofereça o pescoço     &lt;br /&gt;Para defender a gente.     &lt;br /&gt;VII     &lt;br /&gt;A classe consumidora     &lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais amofina.     &lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais se arrecada,     &lt;br /&gt;Mais se acocha a malha fina     &lt;br /&gt;E o governo só dando     &lt;br /&gt;Bolsa saindo e entrando     &lt;br /&gt;Com gosto de vaselina.     &lt;br /&gt;VIII     &lt;br /&gt;É banco comprando banco,     &lt;br /&gt;Lucros chegando a trilhão,     &lt;br /&gt;O dinheiro desviado     &lt;br /&gt;Na rua da especulação     &lt;br /&gt;E o governo aloprado     &lt;br /&gt;Vai pegar nosso trocado     &lt;br /&gt;Para socorrer barão.     &lt;br /&gt;IX     &lt;br /&gt;Lula esteve com Obama     &lt;br /&gt;(Nossa Senhora me acuda,     &lt;br /&gt;Me benzi com vence-tudo,     &lt;br /&gt;folha-de-guiné e arruda),     &lt;br /&gt;Vão doar nossos trocados,     &lt;br /&gt;Pois os banqueiros, coitados,     &lt;br /&gt;É que precisam de ajuda.     &lt;br /&gt;Vão tirar dos pequeninos,     &lt;br /&gt;Que estão fora da escola;     &lt;br /&gt;Da classe média apertada,     &lt;br /&gt;Que a cada dia se esfola;     &lt;br /&gt;Dos velhos aposentados,     &lt;br /&gt;Dos pobres esfomeados     &lt;br /&gt;Que vivem pedindo esmola.     &lt;br /&gt;XI     &lt;br /&gt;Vão tirar da Segurança,     &lt;br /&gt;Que está com pires na mão;     &lt;br /&gt;Da Saúde na UTI,     &lt;br /&gt;Sofrendo do coração     &lt;br /&gt;Em situação precária;     &lt;br /&gt;Tiram da reforma agrária     &lt;br /&gt;E estimulam a invasão.     &lt;br /&gt;XII     &lt;br /&gt;Vão tirar de tudo um pouco,     &lt;br /&gt;Arroz, farinha e feijão,     &lt;br /&gt;Pra salvar o caviar     &lt;br /&gt;Do almoço do patrão;     &lt;br /&gt;Nós vamos sentir o baque!     &lt;br /&gt;Só não vão tirar do PAC     &lt;br /&gt;Porque é tempo de eleição.     &lt;br /&gt;XIII     &lt;br /&gt;Banqueiros são intocáveis,     &lt;br /&gt;Homens probos, de respeito.     &lt;br /&gt;Quando são investigados,     &lt;br /&gt;Senador bate no peito,     &lt;br /&gt;Muito jurista afamado     &lt;br /&gt;Grita que foi violado     &lt;br /&gt;O estado de direito.     &lt;br /&gt;XIV     &lt;br /&gt;Quando um pobre é investigado,     &lt;br /&gt;Sai mandado de prisão,     &lt;br /&gt;O juiz libera vinte     &lt;br /&gt;Ordens d e apreensão     &lt;br /&gt;E o bandido é mostrado,     &lt;br /&gt;Devidamente algemado,     &lt;br /&gt;Em toda a programação.     &lt;br /&gt;XV     &lt;br /&gt;Mas mostre a cara de um rico,     &lt;br /&gt;Mormente se for banqueiro,     &lt;br /&gt;Delegado é afastado,     &lt;br /&gt;Chamado de bandoleiro,     &lt;br /&gt;CPI é instalada,     &lt;br /&gt;Jurisprudência firmada,     &lt;br /&gt;Vira o maior fuxiqueiro.     &lt;br /&gt;XVI     &lt;br /&gt;Decidi mudar de nome,     &lt;br /&gt;Não me chamo mais Miguel.     &lt;br /&gt;Vou botar no meu registro     &lt;br /&gt;O prenome Daniel,     &lt;br /&gt;Aí o Doutor Gilmar,     &lt;br /&gt;Somente pra me agradar,     &lt;br /&gt;Vai fazer um escarcéu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-8014640095199680245?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8014640095199680245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=8014640095199680245' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8014640095199680245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8014640095199680245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/festa-dos-banqueiros.html' title='A FESTA DOS BANQUEIROS'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4516988419120145698</id><published>2009-03-03T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:17:55.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMENSIDÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/Sa0f4ltm5mI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ecPzYOu80bc/s1600-h/762254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308934592796223074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/Sa0f4ltm5mI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ecPzYOu80bc/s400/762254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A imensidão de um mundo que preenche.&lt;br /&gt;A força de um amor que me ultrapassa.&lt;br /&gt;Luz de uma estrela que não a minha.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto...&lt;br /&gt;E tudo mais&lt;br /&gt;Uma imensidão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-4516988419120145698?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4516988419120145698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4516988419120145698' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-3376576674495150376</id><published>2009-03-02T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:15:55.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEUS AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Eu contente, eu diferente, eu triste, mas sempre sorridente...    &lt;br /&gt;Eu, uma menina assim...com amigos especiais, amigos de horas, amigos de anos...    &lt;br /&gt;Amigos que estão longe mas estão do meu lado, todos diferentes... mas do seu jeito...     &lt;br /&gt;Jeito largado, jeito meigo, jeito diferente mas todos amigos.     &lt;br /&gt;Amigo é quem anima, quem ajuda... que está ao meu lado...    &lt;br /&gt;mas amigo de verdade...     &lt;br /&gt;ai, ai, amigo faz chorar, faz sofrer, faz brigar...     &lt;br /&gt;Quem são meus amigos? Todos são amigos... uns falam a verdade...     &lt;br /&gt;outros a mentira, mas sempre têm algo a dizer...     &lt;br /&gt;Na verdade amigo e aquele que está ao meu lado, é sincero     &lt;br /&gt;e sempre tem um jeito de me alegrar!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-3376576674495150376?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3376576674495150376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=3376576674495150376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/3376576674495150376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SWoBU_eTrnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/EIczdPAYtIs/s400/1585466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se você não tem nada a acrescentar a alguém, fique em silêncio...&lt;br /&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/5446635683495151956-5326614289033361432?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5326614289033361432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=5326614289033361432' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/5326614289033361432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/5326614289033361432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2009/01/silncio.html' title='SILÊNCIO'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SWoBU_eTrnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/EIczdPAYtIs/s72-c/1585466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-8985967995151686245</id><published>2009-01-05T14:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T03:12:42.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POETISAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SWKIsueamRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/8pth5_dJVKM/s1600-h/62748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287939214457608466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SWKIsueamRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/8pth5_dJVKM/s400/62748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem pensei, vou parar de fazer poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas como parar se a poesia está em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estava entediada, me sentindo abandonada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem forças pra reagir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem forças para seguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas como não escrever o que sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que vejo, o que cheiro, o que toco???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como o ser humano usa os cinco sentidos pra viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Também o poeta usa os cinco sentidos para escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para expressar mil sensações de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se vê a flor sente o cheiro e sua beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A chuva fina que cai inspira um poema de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O sol a pino ardente um texto erótico, quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da cama vazia faz um poema de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da dor do abandono escreve a desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A infância traz doces lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O poeta não tem idade, vive o momento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nostalgia e saudade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não tem jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em tudo o poeta coloca seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então se até o tédio me inspira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagina a alegria de estar viva e poder disso falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por isso acredito sou a própria poesia e não posso deixar de minha vida poetisar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assumo então agora e já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sou poeta, poetisa, não importa o feminino certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Importa sim o sentimento desperto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A sensação vivida e descrita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Através de palavras, através da escrita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E assim mais que de repente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Num repente de emoção abro o coração e escrevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faço nova poesia e me emociono com o que escrevi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não quero ser melosa, nem tanto melodiosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero ser poética e abrir a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra escrever o mais belo poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra comemorar a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-8985967995151686245?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8985967995151686245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-8462206750842873964</id><published>2008-12-30T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T04:46:03.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESOLUÇÕES DA MINHA AMIGA MARCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oi,&lt;br /&gt;se você já cansou de ver sua conta no vermelho, de ser íntegro, honesto, digno e fiel aos seus princípios; se já se deu conta de que este mundo definitivamente não tem lugar para os poetas, romancistas, pintores, cineastas, dramaturgos, escultores, filósofos, estetas e todos aqueles que sonham com um mundo mais justo e mais belo, talvez seja hora de aproveitar alguma das minhas resoluções...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Resoluções Drásticas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ano que vem fecharei os olhos para o Belo e não mais procurarei estrelas em céu nublado. Queimarei todos os meus livros, principalmente os de filosofia e poesia. Não acreditarei mais nos utópicos e dos poetas manterei distância. Comprarei livros novos, especializados na "difícil" arte de vencer na vida sem fazer esforço ou de enganar os trouxas sem nenhum escrúpulo.&lt;br /&gt;No ano que vem me filiarei a um partido e me tornarei capacho de algum político. Me especializarei na "nobre" arte da estupidez e engodo. Farei tudo que o mestre mandar e se ele disser que a Terra é quadrada, assinarei embaixo. Me tornarei exímia na "fabulosa" arte de escrever palavras vazias em discursos cheios de más intenções. Anularei de tal forma minha integridade e compostura que no final serei recompensada: virarei presidente de alguma estatal.&lt;br /&gt;No ano que vem babarei o ovo de alguma estrelinha ou de algum galãzinho bonito que de arte só entendem a de revistas versadas em fuxicos e babados. Me esquecerei de Cacilda, Fernanda, Marília, Dina, Isabel, Natália, Ítalo, Walmor, Autran, Borghi, Petrin, Gracindo, Procópio e tantos outros, verdadeiramente abençoados por São Shakespeare. Por falar nele, o descanonizarei e o enviarei para o limbo, junto com o velho Lear.&lt;br /&gt;No ano que vem desafinarei meus ouvidos e vibrarei com o máximo de lixo musical que conseguir ouvir. Quebrarei todos os meus discos de Jobim, João Gilberto, Maria Callas, Nara Leão, Elizeth Cardoso, Maysa, Ellis, Wanda Sá, Edu Lobo, Caetano, Mutantes, Gil, Maysa, Amália Rodrigues, Charlie Parker, Os Cariocas, Tom Waits, Marina Lima, Dorival, Nana, Ray Charles, Bessie Smith, Billie Holliday, Luis Melodia, Etta James, Jacques Brel, Edith Piaf, Beatles, Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Clementina de Jesus, Cartola, Dr. John, Nina Simone, os Chicos (Buarque e Cesar)... e comprarei todas as éguinhas-pocotó que encontrar pela frente.&lt;br /&gt;No ano que vem me tornarei guru de alguma estrelinha, astro do futebol ou de uma nova emergente e cobrarei fortunas por cada palavra (?) que eu vier a falar. Aliás, não falarei nada. Guru que é bom é aquele que olha, fica calado e mantém um ar distande, acima de qualquer mortal.&lt;br /&gt;No ano que vem farei previsões para o ano seguinte e aparecerei em todos os canais de TV (de preferência com o telefone para consultas devidamente creditado na tela). Vaticinarei acidentes e mortes de celebridades (sem citar nomes, é claro!), seguidas por possíveis triunfos da seleção, casamentos e divórcios de artistas, gongorras financeiras e desilusões políticas (como se isso fosse novidade!).&lt;br /&gt;No ano que vem esquecerei o meu curso de Filosofia e arrumarei um diploma em alguma universidade holística ou de marketing empresarial. Ministrarei palestras e darei workshops caríssimos, voltados para temas ardilosos tipo "Descobrindo o seu Eu Interior", "Os Anjos e os Negócios", " Torne-se Afrodite em Dois Dias" e "Os Deuses Empresariais". Estarei rica em pouco tempo e nunca mais ficarei no vermelho. Platão, Kant, Sartre, Descartes, Hegel, Hume... certamente entenderão minha completa falta de princípios e excesso de fins.&lt;br /&gt;No ano que vem fundarei mais uma igreja evangélica e afirmarei que Jesus cura em suaves prestações e que o Paraíso pode ser financiado pela Caixa Econômica sem assinatura de qualquer avalista. Tirarei encostos, exorcizarei demônios e vícios, muito mais barato que qualquer outro concorrente. E se os meus sermões convencerem, me tornarei dona de uma estação de tevê e de um partido político.&lt;br /&gt;No ano que vem terei me tornado tão medíocre, tão abjeta, que se eu morrer nem o Diabo aceitará minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcia Frazão &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/5446635683495151956-8462206750842873964?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8462206750842873964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=8462206750842873964' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8462206750842873964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8462206750842873964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/12/resolues-da-minha-amiga-marcia.html' title='RESOLUÇÕES DA MINHA AMIGA MARCIA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-2110513638463765422</id><published>2008-12-25T05:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T05:26:29.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTÃO É NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/94NABrqkAnE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/94NABrqkAnE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Então é natal, e o que você fez?&lt;br /&gt;O ano termina, e nasce outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;Então é natal, a festa Cristã.&lt;br /&gt;Do velho e do novo, do amor como um todo.&lt;br /&gt;Então bom natal, e um ano novo também.&lt;br /&gt;Que seja feliz quem, souber o que é o bem.&lt;br /&gt;Então é natal, pro enfermo e pro são.&lt;br /&gt;Pro rico e pro pobre, num só coração.&lt;br /&gt;Então bom natal, pro branco e pro negro.&lt;br /&gt;Amarelo e vermelho, pra paz afinal.&lt;br /&gt;Então bom natal, e um ano novo também.&lt;br /&gt;Que seja feliz quem, souber o que é o bem.&lt;br /&gt;Então é natal, e o que a gente fez?&lt;br /&gt;O ano termina, e começa outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;E entao é natal, a festa Cristã.&lt;br /&gt;Do velho e do novo, o amor como um todo.&lt;br /&gt;Então bom natal, e um ano novo também.&lt;br /&gt;Que seja feliz quem, souber o que é o bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-2110513638463765422?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2110513638463765422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=2110513638463765422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2110513638463765422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2110513638463765422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/12/ento-natal.html' title='ENTÃO É NATAL'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-5581638283121001149</id><published>2008-11-26T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:10:34.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I BELIEVE I CAN FLY 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SS1GaNE7v0I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UE3Ut6UMPi0/s1600-h/1861390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272948154721615682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SS1GaNE7v0I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UE3Ut6UMPi0/s400/1861390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Antes que o homem aprenda a voar é necessário ensina-lo a andar, correr e dançar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-5581638283121001149?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5581638283121001149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=5581638283121001149' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/5581638283121001149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/5581638283121001149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-believe-i-can-fly-2.html' title='I BELIEVE I CAN FLY 2'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SS1GaNE7v0I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UE3Ut6UMPi0/s72-c/1861390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-8552784227553339949</id><published>2008-11-17T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T04:29:02.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHEHE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SSFjhX_Ii1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/5e8_nVbfobY/s1600-h/Image_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269602464025840466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SSFjhX_Ii1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/5e8_nVbfobY/s400/Image_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5446635683495151956-8552784227553339949?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8552784227553339949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=8552784227553339949' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8552784227553339949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8552784227553339949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/11/hehehe.html' title='HEHEHE!!!'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SSFjhX_Ii1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/5e8_nVbfobY/s72-c/Image_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-1529922521726702986</id><published>2008-11-16T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T05:01:33.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROCURE DE NOVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SSAXFbh6BuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/00EnXki2tLI/s1600-h/1058965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269236946080237282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SSAXFbh6BuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/00EnXki2tLI/s400/1058965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Existem muitas paredes para te segurar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas escadas inacessíveis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em seus sonhos, em suas palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você escolheu reverter a solidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em algum lugar onde arco- íris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desenha um mundo melhor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Procure de novo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enquanto sua chama queimar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O paraíso que dorme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No segredo de sua alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Procure de novo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Siga sua a luz, as suas leis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se você puder, se esforce mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E se você se perder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu estarei lá, eu estarei lá ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu quero permanecer em sua história &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em uma pequena porta aberta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No corredor onde você esta correndo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Atrás das grades de sua memória &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mesmo onde a razão vai embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu vou te ouvir sem um grito ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vá para mais longe, siga a procurar  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se você cair, eu vou te segurar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os ventos, e os anos, continuam a passar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E se o esquecimento por você esperar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esteja certo... eu também vou te esperar.&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/5446635683495151956-1529922521726702986?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1529922521726702986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=1529922521726702986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/1529922521726702986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/1529922521726702986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/11/procure-de-novo.html' title='PROCURE DE NOVO'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SSAXFbh6BuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/00EnXki2tLI/s72-c/1058965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4501961311978291977</id><published>2008-11-03T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:23:18.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SQ77Cd6XSuI/AAAAAAAAAZI/xul-8_dnYDQ/s1600-h/52004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264421034250423010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SQ77Cd6XSuI/AAAAAAAAAZI/xul-8_dnYDQ/s400/52004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Se voce busca encontrar o Arco Iris...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saiba esperar a tempestade passar!&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/5446635683495151956-4501961311978291977?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4501961311978291977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4501961311978291977' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4501961311978291977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4501961311978291977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/11/se-voce-busca-encontrar-o-arco-iris.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SQ77Cd6XSuI/AAAAAAAAAZI/xul-8_dnYDQ/s72-c/52004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-939192201839470957</id><published>2008-10-18T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T04:26:17.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DA MINHA JANELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SPnG70NyOsI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qLwvELceIxs/s1600-h/760954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258452770862807746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SPnG70NyOsI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qLwvELceIxs/s400/760954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"...quero as janelas abrir para que o sol possa vir iluminar nosso amor..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom Jobim/ Vinicius de Moraes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da minha janela, neste momento, consigo espiar o meu próprio passado. Nele, acesso lembranças agradáveis de um tempo que ficou para trás mas que, as vezes, me abraça gentilmente. Eu permito esta liberdade que o passado tem comigo, este vai-e-vem é matéria-prima para meus devaneios e, sobretudo, me certifico de quão feliz também fui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reconheço que a felicidade é minha companheira antiga. Ela é como minha pele que me cobre, que me protege das intempéries do tempo. A felicidade me envolve, me espera me respeita. Ela se retira vez por outra, dando-me o direito de também sentir tristeza. É como se ela soubesse o benefício que os sentimentos doloridos nos trazem. Ela não se importa, ela espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A felicidade é como um anjo bom que não interfere no meu aprendizado, ao contrário ela divide seu espaço de uma forma totalmente desinteressada. Não digo que ela é inconstante porque eu também o seria. De maneira nenhuma! Estou afirmando que ela não é pretensiosa nem exclusivista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto a minha felicidade desapegada, extremamente madura. Em função disso, seremos ligados eternamente. Diante de uma situação difícil, ela se ausenta retornando tão somente quando eu estiver em condições reais de recebê-la. O que me conforta é que a cada convite meu, a felicidade me abraça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assim, da minha janela consigo espiar o meu futuro. Meus devaneios sinalizam o quanto seguirei me relacionando bem com todos os sentimentos, alegres ou tristes, que experimentarei ao longo desta vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por isso, eu permito que o meu futuro me seduza, pois sei que é lá que passarei a maior parte do meu tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A felicidade é minha companheira permanente. E pode ser sua, basta querer.&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/5446635683495151956-939192201839470957?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/939192201839470957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=939192201839470957' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/939192201839470957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/939192201839470957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/10/da-minha-janela.html' title='DA MINHA JANELA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SPnG70NyOsI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qLwvELceIxs/s72-c/760954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-2076050755021333012</id><published>2008-10-09T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:35:56.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLANO DE VOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SO4IrDinNnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/n3n9QALcnk0/s1600-h/1773918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255147350965827186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SO4IrDinNnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/n3n9QALcnk0/s400/1773918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A mente dos pessimistas atua como moscas. Voa atarantada, alternando percursos. Pousa em alimentos doces e nutritivos, e logo depois vai atrás de feridas, águas paradas e dejetos. Os negativistas reagem a uma coisa boa lembrando-se de críticas ou tentativas mal sucedidas, repetem sempre frases com mensagens desanimadoras.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Já a mente dos otimistas se assemelha à das abelhas: seu vôo é direcionado. Seja na busca do pólen, seja na produção do mel, as abelhas buscam benefícios para si e para as flores.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O pessimismo pode ser contagioso. Toda vez que a mente humana absorve uma determinada forma de pensar, ela tende a repetir esse percurso. Assim, uma crítica negativa pode desencadear uma avalanche de condenações. Da mesma forma, quanto mais pessimistas forem as pessoas de um determinado meio, mais pessimistas elas ficarão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Felizmente, o otimismo também contagia. Idéias provocam mais idéias, pessoas motivadas geram mais motivação. Você provavelmente já viveu esse processo. Às vezes ele é interrompido pelo zumbido de alguma mosca, mas caso contrário ele só tende a crescer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como sua mente voa? Ela tende a se desviar de seus objetivos e pousa nas críticas como as moscas? Ou será que - como as abelhas - persegue as oportunidades, absorvendo o que há de bom e bonito do meio ambiente?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Voar como mosca, devido a algo que ocorreu ou contaminado pela influência de outros, tira a energia para a ação. A tendência é permitir que os pensamentos negativos se multipliquem seguidos pela inveja e vontade de “ver o circo pegar fogo”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Por outro lado, cada vez que você voa como abelha, sua autoconfiança cresce. E cresce também a vontade de realizar, o prazer pelo desafio, o bom humor. Não significa que você não verá os riscos, mas sim que vai administrá-los de uma forma construtiva.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O pensamento não é incontrolável: Os seres humanos são capazes de recorrer a um diálogo interno no qual cada pessoa, ao se perceber num vôo de mosca, pode se propor a mudar para o vôo da abelha .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esse procedimento é chamado de meta-pensamento, ou seja, pensar sobre como pensar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A maioria das pessoas acredita que andar, falar ou pensar são manifestações totalmente espontâneas. Na verdade, são hábitos aprendidos e apreendidos e, como tal, podem ser modificados.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Em minha prática com direcionamento mental, presencio resultados rápidos e permanentes. Basta um pouco de técnica e a conscientização constante dos rumos que a mente está tomando.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você domina seus pensamentos. Prefere mosca ou abelha?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-2076050755021333012?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2076050755021333012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=2076050755021333012' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2076050755021333012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2076050755021333012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/10/plano-de-voo.html' title='PLANO DE VOO'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SO4IrDinNnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/n3n9QALcnk0/s72-c/1773918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-8076968835289957418</id><published>2008-09-27T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:13:30.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESQUECIMENTO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SN5JM9drkdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/seCpCyeSeZw/s1600-h/1274455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250714702566887890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SN5JM9drkdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/seCpCyeSeZw/s400/1274455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; As pessoas poderão esquecer o que você disse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As pessoas poderão esquecer o que você fez.&lt;br /&gt;Mas elas nunca esquecerão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como você as fez sentir.&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/5446635683495151956-8076968835289957418?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8076968835289957418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=8076968835289957418' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8076968835289957418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8076968835289957418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/09/esquecimento.html' title='ESQUECIMENTO?'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SN5JM9drkdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/seCpCyeSeZw/s72-c/1274455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4237875876138612976</id><published>2008-09-23T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:56:24.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SNmrm60ovcI/AAAAAAAAARY/2RO7HGPEDo4/s1600-h/414845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249415525790432706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SNmrm60ovcI/AAAAAAAAARY/2RO7HGPEDo4/s320/414845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tem gente que tem cheiro de passarinho quando canta. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De sol quando acorda. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De flor quando ri. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao lado delas, a gente se sente no balanço de uma rede que dança gostoso numa tarde grande, sem relógio e sem agenda. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao lado delas, a gente se sente comendo pipoca na praça. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lambuzando o queixo de sorvete. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melando os dedos com algodão doce. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O tempo é outro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E a vida fica com a cara que ela tem de verdade, mas que a gente desaprende de ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tem gente que tem cheiro de colo de Deus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De banho de mar quando a água é quente e o céu é azul. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao lado delas, a gente sabe que os anjos existem e que alguns são invisíveis. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao lado delas, a gente se sente chegando em casa e trocando o salto pelo chinelo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sonhando a maior tolice com o gozo de quem não liga pra isso. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao lado delas, pode ser abril, mas parece manhã de Natal do tempo em que a gente acordava e encontrava o presente do Papai Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tem gente que tem cheiro das estrelas que Deus acendeu no céu e daquelas que conseguimos acender na Terra. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao lado delas, a gente não acha que o amor é possível, a gente tem certeza. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao lado delas, a gente se sente visitando um lugar feito de alegria. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recebendo um buquê de carinhos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abraçando um filhote de urso panda. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tocando com os olhos os olhos da paz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao lado delas, saboreamos a delícia do toque suave que sua presença sopra no nosso coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tem gente que tem cheiro de cafuné sem pressa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do brinquedo que a gente não largava. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do acalanto que o silêncio canta. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De passeio no jardim. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao lado delas, a gente percebe que a sensualidade é um perfume que vem de dentro e que a atração que realmente nos move não passa só pelo corpo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Corre em outras veias. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pulsa em outro lugar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao lado delas, a gente lembra que no instante em que rimos, Deus está dançando conosco de rostinho colado. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E a gente ri grande que nem menino arteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Costumo dizer que algumas almas são perfumadas, porque acredito que os sentimentos também têm cheiro e tocam todas as coisas com os seus dedos de energia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-4237875876138612976?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4237875876138612976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4237875876138612976' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4237875876138612976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4237875876138612976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/09/gente.html' title='GENTE'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SNmrm60ovcI/AAAAAAAAARY/2RO7HGPEDo4/s72-c/414845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-7353139004297758424</id><published>2008-09-20T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T05:15:00.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ÊITA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SNTo8vBcSuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Q-2qnsJkRlg/s1600-h/2265343053_ed08e1ff21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248075595905780450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SNTo8vBcSuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Q-2qnsJkRlg/s400/2265343053_ed08e1ff21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero imbicar na reca abafanética e viver meio amostrado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;afuleimado nessa coisa arretada que é o passo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se avexe na bacafusada se derreinhando encangado na alegria influído na massa, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;com munganga em vuco-vuco e rugi-rugi vou sentindo o furdunço, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;frege da multidão. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim, arapuá, acochado, destabocado, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;meio cabreiro digo: eita! é o Frevo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Glossário Pernambuquês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abafanética&lt;/strong&gt;: ofegante &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acochado&lt;/strong&gt;: destemido &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afuleimado&lt;/strong&gt;: em estado de excitação &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amostrado&lt;/strong&gt;: exibido &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arapuá&lt;/strong&gt;: cabelo assanhado &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arretada&lt;/strong&gt;: coisa boa &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;avexe&lt;/strong&gt;: se apresse &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bacafusada&lt;/strong&gt;: confusão &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cabreiro&lt;/strong&gt;: desconfiado &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;derreinhado&lt;/strong&gt;: apaixonado &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;destabocado&lt;/strong&gt;: exaltado &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eita&lt;/strong&gt;: surpresa &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encangado&lt;/strong&gt;: inseparável &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frege&lt;/strong&gt;: reboliço &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;furdunço&lt;/strong&gt;: agitação &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imbicar&lt;/strong&gt;: mergulhar &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;influído&lt;/strong&gt;: animado &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;munganga&lt;/strong&gt;: jeito &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rugi-rugi&lt;/strong&gt;: esfrega-esfrega &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reca&lt;/strong&gt;: grupo de pessoas que segue uma direção &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vuco-vuco&lt;/strong&gt;: empurra-empurra &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Extraido de um artigo sobre Frevo na &lt;a href="http://revistaraiz.uol.com.br/"&gt;revista Raiz&lt;/a&gt; de cultura popular&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-7353139004297758424?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7353139004297758424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=7353139004297758424' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/7353139004297758424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/7353139004297758424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/09/ita.html' title='ÊITA!'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SNTo8vBcSuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Q-2qnsJkRlg/s72-c/2265343053_ed08e1ff21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-9081397961740781888</id><published>2008-09-13T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:31:36.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanessa da Mata -- Amado </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/tdJhJ-AHSYI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/tdJhJ-AHSYI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como pode ser gostar de alguém&lt;br /&gt;E esse tal alguém não ser seu&lt;br /&gt;Fico desejando nós gastando o mar&lt;br /&gt;Pôr do Sol, postal, mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço tanto a Deus&lt;br /&gt;Para esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas só de pedir me lembro&lt;br /&gt;Minha linda flor&lt;br /&gt;Meu jasmim será&lt;br /&gt;Meus melhores beijos serão seus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que você é ligado a mim&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que estou indo, volto atrás&lt;br /&gt;Estou entregue a ponto de estar sempre só&lt;br /&gt;Esperando um sim ou nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tanta graça lá fora passa&lt;br /&gt;O tempo sem você&lt;br /&gt;Mas pode sim&lt;br /&gt;Ser sim amado e tudo acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto absoluto o dom de existir, não há solidão, nem pena&lt;br /&gt;Nessa doação, milagres do amor&lt;br /&gt;Sinto uma extensão divina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tanta graça lá fora passa&lt;br /&gt;O tempo sem você&lt;br /&gt;Mas pode sim&lt;br /&gt;Ser sim amado e tudo acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Quero dançar com você&lt;br /&gt;Dançar com você&lt;br /&gt;Quero dançar com você&lt;br /&gt;Dançar com você&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-9081397961740781888?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/9081397961740781888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=9081397961740781888' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/9081397961740781888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/9081397961740781888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/09/vanessa-da-mata-amado.html' title='Vanessa da Mata -- Amado '/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-3342932152429268487</id><published>2008-09-12T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:30:34.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VENHA PELOS MONTES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/isacaldaspereira/SMpjyNQ-diI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vVH5etAx97s/s1600-h/37384%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="500" alt="37384" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/isacaldaspereira/SMpj0_gSETI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/grI_6X3yr3Q/37384_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha pelos montes, onde a fantasia é livre&lt;br /&gt;E permaneça onde os picos tocam o céu e as rochas encontram o mar&lt;br /&gt;Onde os rios correm livres e a água é dourada sob o sol&lt;br /&gt;E as preocupações do amanhã devem esperar até esse dia acabar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha pelos montes, onde a vida é música&lt;br /&gt;E canta enquanto os pássaros enchem o ar com a sua alegria&lt;br /&gt;Onde as árvores dançam no compassso do vento que sopra sua melodia&lt;br /&gt;E as preocupações do amanhã devem esperar até esse dia acabar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha pelos montes, onde as lendas continuam vivas&lt;br /&gt;Onde as histórias dos velhos agitam o coração e fazem sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Onde o passado foi perdido e o futuro ainda chegará&lt;br /&gt;E as preocupações do amanhã devem esperar até esse dia acabar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-3342932152429268487?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3342932152429268487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=3342932152429268487' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/3342932152429268487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/3342932152429268487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/09/venha-pelos-montes.html' title='VENHA PELOS MONTES'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/isacaldaspereira/SMpj0_gSETI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/grI_6X3yr3Q/s72-c/37384_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-1407777035298886484</id><published>2008-09-10T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T05:33:16.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitaro Cosmic love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/bJ28Ic9rOXE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/bJ28Ic9rOXE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sem palavras...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-1407777035298886484?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1407777035298886484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=1407777035298886484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/1407777035298886484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/1407777035298886484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/09/kitaro-cosmic-love.html' title='Kitaro Cosmic love'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-3584078430985180870</id><published>2008-09-10T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T05:08:03.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AZUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SMe32gM5rZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7UxJZ1350WQ/s1600-h/2045925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244362438081097106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SMe32gM5rZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7UxJZ1350WQ/s400/2045925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Azul, imenso azul,&lt;br /&gt;o mar e o céu parecem um só.&lt;br /&gt;Ao longe as gaivotas esvoaçam&lt;br /&gt;em linha reta.&lt;br /&gt;Corre uma ligeira brisa,&lt;br /&gt;agradável, que me permite&lt;br /&gt;aguentar o calor.&lt;br /&gt;A corrente vai devagarinho,&lt;br /&gt;para onde irá?&lt;br /&gt;O que transporta?&lt;br /&gt;O meu pensamento vagueia&lt;br /&gt;e faço a mim própria&lt;br /&gt;as mesmas questões:&lt;br /&gt;Para onde vou?&lt;br /&gt;O que levo?&lt;br /&gt;Vou para longe,&lt;br /&gt;talvez até onde a minha&lt;br /&gt;fantasia me conduzir.&lt;br /&gt;Levo sonhos e alegrias,&lt;br /&gt;Azul, é imenso o azul&lt;br /&gt;que me rodeia,&lt;br /&gt;ao longe, muito ao longe...&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/5446635683495151956-3584078430985180870?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3584078430985180870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=3584078430985180870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/3584078430985180870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/3584078430985180870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/09/azul.html' title='AZUL'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SMe32gM5rZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7UxJZ1350WQ/s72-c/2045925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-7571010257694609636</id><published>2008-08-24T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T05:20:42.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CICLOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SLFRRtHVxZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BN7rZYSitEg/s1600-h/trap%25201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238057206218605970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SLFRRtHVxZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BN7rZYSitEg/s320/trap%25201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre é preciso saber quando uma etapa chega ao final..&lt;br /&gt;Se insistirmos em permanecer nela mais do que o tempo necessário, perdemos a alegria e o sentido das outras etapas que precisamos viver.&lt;br /&gt;Encerrando ciclos, fechando portas, terminando capítulos. Não importa o nome que damos, o que importa é deixar no passado os momentos da vida que já se acabaram. &lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode estar ao mesmo tempo no presente e no passado, nem mesmo quando tentamos entender as coisas que acontecem conosco.&lt;br /&gt;As coisas passam, e o melhor que fazemos é deixar que elas realmente possam ir embora. &lt;br /&gt;Por isso é tão importante (por mais doloroso que seja!) destruir recordações, mudar de casa, dar muitas coisas para orfanatos, vender ou doar os livros que tem.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo neste mundo visível é uma manifestação do mundo invisível, do que está acontecendo em nosso coração..&lt;br /&gt;.... e o desfazer-se de certas lembranças significa também abrir espaço para que outras tomem o seu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Deixar ir embora. Soltar. Desprender-se. &lt;br /&gt;Não espere que devolvam algo, não espere que reconheçam seu esforço, que descubram seu gênio, que entendam seu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada mais perigoso que rompimentos amorosos que não são aceitos, promessas de emprego que não têm data marcada para começar, decisões que sempre são adiadas em nome do "momento ideal".&lt;br /&gt;Antes de começar um capítulo novo, é preciso terminar o antigo: diga a si mesmo que o que passou, jamais voltará.&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se de que houve uma época em que podia viver sem aquilo, sem aquela pessoa - nada é insubstituível, um hábito não é uma necessidade.&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer óbvio, pode mesmo ser difícil, mas é muito importante. &lt;br /&gt;Encerrando ciclos. Não por causa do orgulho, por incapacidade, ou por soberba, mas porque simplesmente aquilo já não se encaixa mais na sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Feche a porta, mude o disco, limpe a casa, sacuda a poeira. Deixe de ser quem era, e se transforme em quem é. &lt;br /&gt;Torna-te uma pessoa melhor e assegura-te de que sabes bem quem és tu própria, antes de conheceres alguém e de esperares que ele veja quem tu és..&lt;br /&gt;E lembra-te :&lt;br /&gt;“Tudo o que chega, chega sempre por alguma razão”&lt;br /&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&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/5446635683495151956-7571010257694609636?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7571010257694609636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=7571010257694609636' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/7571010257694609636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/7571010257694609636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/08/ciclos_24.html' title='CICLOS'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SLFRRtHVxZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BN7rZYSitEg/s72-c/trap%25201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4702054589513442061</id><published>2008-08-16T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T07:02:04.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MINHA FILHA ...MINHA VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SKbAfN_3uWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/R_2F7ruoeJM/s1600-h/Niver+Cecelo+2004+-+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235083259430812002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SKbAfN_3uWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/R_2F7ruoeJM/s320/Niver+Cecelo+2004+-+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é seu aniversário...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha homenagem pra voce neste espaço, é publicar a sua poesia falando de VIDA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou feliz... orgulhosa... e eternamente grata por ser sua mãe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, minha filha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIDA/POESIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Procurei a poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em todo canto que eu podia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Olhei bem para cada coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Buscando uma rima, uma melodia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Notívago: Vasculhei nas estrelas da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E no silêncio da madrugada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Figura e fundo se confundiram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas uma certeza aflorou: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não quero rimar amor com dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E vida com despedida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero o impossível somente nas palavras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rimar Deus com caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Filho com presente divino... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De repente olhei para dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entreguei-me às lembranças:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algodão doce, esconde-esconde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beijinho da mamãe para sarar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abrigo no colo do pai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Percorri cada fase,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cada dificuldade e cada vitória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ao fim dessa viagem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com o peito tomado de alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Percebi que Poesia era tudo o que eu vivia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minha vida, sem métrica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É como Poesia branca, palavras soltas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estrofes irregulares, ritmo próprio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elisões dolorosas, emoções encadeadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algunshiatos sem fim, saudades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sentimentos interpolados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Percebi que o que rima mesmo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É o meu corpo com o seu,&lt;br /&gt;Emparelhados, abraçados, cruzados;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;São os nossos frutos compartilhados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nossos filhos, nosso elo eterno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Descobri que não gosto de rimar palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosto de rimar pessoas e sentimentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E que a minha vida-poesia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apesar de imperfeita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É rica, é rara, é preciosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( Kátia Seabra 30/06/08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&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/5446635683495151956-4702054589513442061?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4702054589513442061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4702054589513442061' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4702054589513442061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4702054589513442061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/08/minha-filha-minha-vida.html' title='MINHA FILHA ...MINHA VIDA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SKbAfN_3uWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/R_2F7ruoeJM/s72-c/Niver+Cecelo+2004+-+20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-293841546998593772</id><published>2008-08-15T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:44:07.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUEM SABE ISSO QUER DIZER AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/cmd3zbgfOPs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/cmd3zbgfOPs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Linda canção... mais uma das minhas favoritas...&lt;br /&gt;E essa tem endereço certo... DEMAIS!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-293841546998593772?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/293841546998593772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=293841546998593772' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/293841546998593772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/293841546998593772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/08/quem-sabe-isso-quer-dizer-amor.html' title='QUEM SABE ISSO QUER DIZER AMOR'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-8281128967390141540</id><published>2008-08-11T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T06:32:36.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ORAÇÃO DO AMIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SKAq-FnluVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/a8TD0H44iKM/s1600-h/2673396504_eb603394f3_o.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233230013152999762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SKAq-FnluVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/a8TD0H44iKM/s320/2673396504_eb603394f3_o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu te peço, Senhor, nessa singela oração, que me dês a graça de ser fiel aos meus amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;São poucos. E impossível seria que fossem muitos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;São poucos, mas são preciosos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu te peço, Senhor, que me afastes do mal da inveja que traz consigo outros desvios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu te peço, Senhor, que o sucesso do outro me impulsione a construir o meu caminho, e que jamais eu tenha ânsia de querer atrapalhar a subida de meu amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu te peço, Senhor, a graça de ser leal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que eu saiba ouvir sempre e saiba quando é necessário falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que eu tenha poucos amigos, mas amigos que permaneçam para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, protege os meus amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que, nessa linda jornada, consigamos conviver em harmonia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que, nesse lindo espetáculo, possamos subir juntos ao palco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem protagonista.&lt;br /&gt;Não poderia ter muitos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não teria tempo para cuidar de todos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E de amigo a gente cuida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amigo a gente acolhe, a gente ama.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado, Senhor, pelo dom de viver e de conviver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigado, Senhor, pelo dom de sentir e de manifestar o meu sentimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigado, Senhor, pela capacidade de amar, que é abundante e é sem fim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ou melhor, que todos sejam protagonistas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e que todos percebam a importância de estar ali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No palco. Na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Amém! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: Recebi esta oração hoje por e-mail. transcrevo aqui desejando aos amigos uma ótima semana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5446635683495151956-8281128967390141540?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8281128967390141540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=8281128967390141540' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8281128967390141540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8281128967390141540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/08/orao-do-amigo.html' title='ORAÇÃO DO AMIGO'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SKAq-FnluVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/a8TD0H44iKM/s72-c/2673396504_eb603394f3_o.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4881245412682973907</id><published>2008-08-06T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T05:50:13.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRASE DO DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SJmdrZyz0DI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VlD8SH9IEjw/s1600-h/1753592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231385811151474738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SJmdrZyz0DI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VlD8SH9IEjw/s320/1753592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando você muda a si mesma, suas circunstâncias de vida também se transformam. Esta é a regra da revolução humana. "Jamais serei derrotado! Haverei de vencer a todo custo!" Quando assumir esta determinação, todas as dificuldades agem como trampolim para a revolução humana e tornam magnificente a sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisaku Ikeda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-4881245412682973907?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4881245412682973907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4881245412682973907' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4881245412682973907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4881245412682973907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/08/frase-do-dia.html' title='FRASE DO DIA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SJmdrZyz0DI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VlD8SH9IEjw/s72-c/1753592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-7933870035340457894</id><published>2008-07-29T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:05:16.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SER SOLIDÁRIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A impressão que eu tenho é que o mundo não sabe mais o que é solidariedade.&lt;br /&gt;Vemos pessoas tão envolvidas nos seus próprios projetos, imbuídas em suas próprias metas, e muitas vezes perdidas nas esquinas do seu egoísmo, massacradas pela sua própria ambição.&lt;br /&gt;Claro que a ambição pode e deve ser saudável, pois ela nos impulsiona para o sucesso...mas aquela que atropela os anseios e a sensibilidade do semelhante, corrompe o ideal de quem a tem.&lt;br /&gt;Quantos "homens de sucesso" amargam na solidão das sua decisões e se desesperam na fragilidade do patamar alcançado, e muitas vezes se sentem ameaçados, como se a pilastra  que ocupam estivesse rodeada de leões famintos. Pobres daqueles que padecem do medo de partilhar, dividir, doar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não falo aqui da partilha material, falo sim da doação de amor, falo do afeto, do carinho, do sorriso, falo da alegria de viver e de se alegrar com a felicidade de quem está ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;Vendo na TV a campanha do "Criança Esperança", projeto que considero maravilhoso e da maior importância, me lembrei de um fato ocorrido a alguns anos:&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos num badalado restaurante da zona sul do Rio de Janeiro, quando entra um famoso humorista infantil com sua família, o que causou uma grande excitação na minha filha e sobrinha ( ambas tinham por volta de 10 anos na época) Apesar das observações que fizemos para que elas não incomodassem o ilustre senhor, elas deram um jeitinho de ir ao "toilete" e aproveitaram a escapadela para irem pedir um autógrafo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando demos pelo fato, lá estavam as duas ao pé da mesa do até então, querido ator... meio tímidas e educadamente pediram o tão sonhado autógrafo.&lt;br /&gt;Qual foi a surpresa das duas ao se depararem com um homem rabugento, mal educado e de palavrear grosseiro... que deixou as duas meninas desapontadas, magoadas além de envergonhadas e tristes.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quando o vemos no Criança Esperança, nos ocorre uma pergunta: Quem é esse hipócrita a falar de solidariedade???&lt;br /&gt;Ser solidário sem egoísmo, sem demagogia, sem vaidade, sem ambição... isso ainda existe? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-7933870035340457894?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7933870035340457894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=7933870035340457894' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/7933870035340457894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/7933870035340457894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/07/ser-solidrio.html' title='SER SOLIDÁRIO'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4106372569138890276</id><published>2008-07-11T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:47:34.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MÚSICAS QUE FALAM À ALMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZUeB0DOzzDo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZUeB0DOzzDo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MAIS UMA QUE FAZ PARTE DA MINHA HISTÓRIA:&lt;br /&gt;À Noite Sonhei Contigo&lt;br /&gt;Paula Toller&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Kevin Johansen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À noite sonhei contigo,&lt;br /&gt;E não tava dormindo!&lt;br /&gt;Justo ao contrário,&lt;br /&gt;Estava bem desperto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei que não fazia&lt;br /&gt;O menor esforço,&lt;br /&gt;Para que te entregasses.&lt;br /&gt;Em ti, já estava imerso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que lindo que é sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar não custa nada&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar e nada mais&lt;br /&gt;De olhos bem abertos&lt;br /&gt;Que lindo que é sonhar&lt;br /&gt;E não te custa nada mais que tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer com tanta angústia&lt;br /&gt;Por coisas tão pequenas&lt;br /&gt;Gastar essa energia&lt;br /&gt;Assim não vale à pena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera me livrar&lt;br /&gt;Pra sempre de mim mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;E só me reencontrar&lt;br /&gt;Lá no teu doce abismo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-4106372569138890276?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4106372569138890276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4106372569138890276' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4106372569138890276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4106372569138890276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/07/msicas-que-falam-alma.html' title='MÚSICAS QUE FALAM À ALMA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-5643202846503290424</id><published>2008-07-08T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:55:02.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVOS TEMPOS, NOVAS CRENÇAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Estamos vivendo novos tempos, novo século, novo milênio... E o que buscamos nesta nova etapa? Qual rumo queremos trilhar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo novo caracteriza-se pela perda dos referenciais antigos e pela busca de outros, não necessariamente novos. O certo é que devemos deixar as certezas de lado e confiar na nossa intuiçãoO tempo novo caracteriza-se pela perda dos referenciais antigos e pela busca de outros, não necessariamente novos. O certo é que devemos deixar as certezas de lado e confiar na nossa intuição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Perder as certezas não significa descabelar-se, entrar em pânico, rodar a baiana e dar chiliques, evidentemente, não! Por favor! Só temos que ajustar o nosso olhar, trocar a nossa lente, saber ver. Não podemos mudar os fatos da nossa vida, mas temos como mudar a maneira que os encaramos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Primeiro passo conscientizar-se de que toda e qualquer mudança no mundo deve ter como ponto de partida: nós. Nada externo, tudo interior. Como bem disse Gandhi:&lt;br /&gt;“Nós devemos ser a mudança que desejamos ver no mundo.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ESCRITO EM JANEIRO DE 2001)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-5643202846503290424?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5643202846503290424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=5643202846503290424' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/5643202846503290424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/5643202846503290424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/07/novos-tempos-novas-crenas.html' title='NOVOS TEMPOS, NOVAS CRENÇAS...'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-3184983669858659981</id><published>2008-07-06T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T08:41:44.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tente Outra Vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/u7eQIk1PfAs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/u7eQIk1PfAs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minha mensagem de Domingo para os amigos que visitam o "meu cantinho"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-3184983669858659981?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3184983669858659981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=3184983669858659981' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/3184983669858659981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/3184983669858659981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/07/tente-outra-vez.html' title='Tente Outra Vez'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-3432832616014705108</id><published>2008-06-23T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:17.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GENTILEZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SF-RAFCZeCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/mR8viTR1sEE/s1600-h/image001111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215046324056586274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SF-RAFCZeCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/mR8viTR1sEE/s400/image001111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma imagem pode dizer bem mais do que mil palavras...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fico aqui pensando no sentido da palavra "gentileza"...&lt;br /&gt;Não aquela gentileza polida, baseada na nos preceitos da ética,&lt;br /&gt;e nem a gentileza premeditada e pensada , que obedece aos conceitos da "boa educação"...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tem aquelas pessoas que são gentis porque querem agradar, ou seja, "ficar bem na foto", "fazer bonito"... pura vaidade, mera encenação!&lt;br /&gt;Ah! E os políticos? Como são "gentis" os políticos!!! Quanta demagogia... medíocre "enganação"!&lt;br /&gt;Para mim a gentileza é altruista, não espera troco nem aplauso...muito menos agradecimento ou resposta...&lt;br /&gt;A gentileza é espontânea, vem da alma em forma de um gesto, uma palavra, ou mesmo apenas um sorriso ou olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que o mundo seria bem mais feliz se as pessoas incluissem na sua conduta, no seu coração o sentimento da "verdadeira gentileza"...&lt;br /&gt;Porque não?&lt;br /&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/5446635683495151956-3432832616014705108?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3432832616014705108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=3432832616014705108' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/3432832616014705108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/3432832616014705108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/06/uma-imagem-pode-dizer-bem-mais-do-que.html' title='GENTILEZA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SF-RAFCZeCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/mR8viTR1sEE/s72-c/image001111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-6056845384486944781</id><published>2008-06-21T04:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T04:52:28.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias a La Vida... Sempre!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/WyOJ-A5iv5I' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/WyOJ-A5iv5I'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Sosa - Gracias a La Vida (Violeta Parra)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-6056845384486944781?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6056845384486944781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=6056845384486944781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/6056845384486944781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/6056845384486944781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/06/gracias-la-vida-sempre.html' title='Gracias a La Vida... Sempre!!!'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4366780218005275453</id><published>2008-06-19T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:51:45.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CASAMENTANDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois de ler um “post” no blog de um amigo sobre Casamento, me peguei maquinando sobre o assunto... aí vai:&lt;br /&gt;Casamento... Na concepção da palavra, será que casamos mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhei alguns casamentos, até o meu (por acaso eu estava lá) e notei que em muitos deles os casais estão casando com seus próprios sonhos de realidade. Colocam no outro toda a expectativa de uma vida à dois. Cada um cumprirá o seu papel na vida de casado. Uma falha e lá vem a cobrança.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo um ou outro homem ser elogiado pela esposa quando, por exemplo, ele acorda à noite para trocar a fralda do filho, lava a louça ou acompanha a esposa nas voltas a toa pelos shoppings. Ela não percebe, mas o esta elogiando porque dentro de sua cabeça, dentro das regras casamenteiras isto não é papel do homem o que na realidade é, afinal casaram para enfrentar as dificuldades junto com o auxílio mútuo.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto aos homens quais são os elogios que escuto com mais freqüência: Minha mulher é honesta, trabalha pra caramba, não abre a boca, basicamente como se ela fosse um robot. Contudo, as preocupações de ambos sempre estão ligadas a fidelidade. No que, para o homem, trair é transar e para a mulher é pensar em outra...&lt;br /&gt;Se posso construir um termo o casamento não se faz no ato do sim, mas durante toda a vida vamos "casamentando" ou seja, casamos a cada dia, a cada diferença, a cada briga, a cada paz. O ato de casar é a cada vez ocuparmos com o outro aquilo que nos falta ou que não temos a capacidade de ter solitariamente e isto irá acontecer por toda a nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Como seres humanos que somos, estamos sujeitos a cometer erros; todos, porém, passíves de correção e perdão. Quem é que não sonha em se casar e ser feliz para sempre? Buscamos, instintivamente, aquela pessoa que nos complete, que nos faça feliz. Mas, se errarmos na escolha, temos todo o direito de nos corrigir e tentar outra vez.Concordo que o amor acaba, ou melhor, se redireciona quando não é correspondido como queremos que ele seja. Mas fica uma pergunta. Será que não estaremos sendo exigentes demais? Será que nos estamos valorizando demais?&lt;br /&gt;Bem lá no fundo só nós sabemos nossas razões.&lt;br /&gt;Casamento.. Será que nós casamos mesmo ou pagamos com a vida a necessidade de uma companhia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a noção que tenho do que seja um casamento:&lt;br /&gt;Casamento, ligação perfeita, combinação, encaixe.&lt;br /&gt;Casamento, união de corpos, de alma, de espírito.&lt;br /&gt;Casamento é parceria e cumplicidade em todos os sentidos.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-4366780218005275453?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4366780218005275453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4366780218005275453' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4366780218005275453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4366780218005275453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/06/casamentando.html' title='CASAMENTANDO'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-6016139119550048249</id><published>2008-06-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:18.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PREGUIÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SFaBVEF-30I/AAAAAAAAAO0/ugHYYh7ImjY/s1600-h/12649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212495817603997506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SFaBVEF-30I/AAAAAAAAAO0/ugHYYh7ImjY/s400/12649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia vazio, insípido , insólito...&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de ficar inerte, calada, contida&lt;br /&gt;Estúpido silencio, vazio, nada...&lt;br /&gt;Prazer esquecido, entusiasmo adormecido&lt;br /&gt;Sol da manhã invade a escuridão, solene&lt;br /&gt;Luz que lava o chão do quarto, da alma, da mente...&lt;br /&gt;Clarão que penetra e ilumina o pensamento, sombrio&lt;br /&gt;Banha de esperança o coração cansado...&lt;br /&gt;O despertar da vontade se faz urgente&lt;br /&gt;E o dia começa assim, preguiçosamente&lt;br /&gt;O corpo que amanheceu quase dormente...&lt;br /&gt;Se rende a esta força assim, maravilhosamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(fevereiro de 2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-6016139119550048249?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6016139119550048249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=6016139119550048249' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/6016139119550048249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/6016139119550048249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/06/preguia.html' title='PREGUIÇA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SFaBVEF-30I/AAAAAAAAAO0/ugHYYh7ImjY/s72-c/12649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-375807329697620794</id><published>2008-06-13T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:46:02.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JÁ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Talvez melhor deixar para outro dia, outra hora, diversa situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Não! Faça agora , já!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Esqueça as altas horas da madrugada e este local inóspito. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Do it please, do it now! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ufa...Caramba consegui começar basta segurar a onda e ir, deixar fluir...Palavras possuem esta natureza, obedecem a um ritmo próprio. Não se deixam possuir e exigem nos possuírem para serem expressas com maior intimidade. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Hoje é hoje enquanto o hoje perdurar, porque quando o amanhã for hoje, o hoje será ontem e haverá um novo amanhã.... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;O único tempo que existe diante de nossos olhos, corpos e cérebros é o já. O resto é mera conjetura seja ela passada, presente ou futura. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Desgraçadamente esta idéia cristalina quase sempre foge sorrateiramente de nossas mãos e, de repente, voltamos a pensar no que deveríamos ter feito, no que queremos fazer, e no que não fazemos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Que tal parar. Parar e respirar. Olhar para dentro de cada um de nós e descobrir onde habitamos de verdade. Este espaço-tempo está a menos de um palmo de nosso alcance e é absolutamente disponível. Ouso batizá-lo como um novo tempo chamado &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;já.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/5446635683495151956-375807329697620794?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/375807329697620794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=375807329697620794' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/375807329697620794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/375807329697620794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/06/j.html' title='JÁ'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-5640595017251052160</id><published>2008-06-12T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:18.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA SEMPRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SFFk20wwEqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/FuPYZgCaN2k/s1600-h/IM1477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211057136883208866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SFFk20wwEqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/FuPYZgCaN2k/s400/IM1477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu fecho meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E lá nas sombras eu vejo a sua luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você vem a mim, além dos meus sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;atravessando a noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apesar de você estar a tantas estrelas de distância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu sei que nossos espíritos e almas são um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós rodeamos a Lua e tocamos o Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então aqui ficaremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para sempre, eternamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Além do presente e rumo a eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para nós não há tempo nem espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nenhuma barreira apagará o nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aonde quer que você vá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu ainda saberei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No meu coração você vai estar comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora nós podemos voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós iremos além do adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para sempre, eternamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Além do presente, rumo a eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para sempre e sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você será uma parte de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mil amanhãs podem cruzar o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E para sempre e sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós continuaremos além do adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(escrito para alguém que partiu prematuramente...Novembro de 1989)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-5640595017251052160?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SFFk20wwEqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/FuPYZgCaN2k/s72-c/IM1477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-8650222849747458368</id><published>2008-06-08T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:18.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSENSATEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SEvZCzJRqaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/0sVuihA_Zx0/s1600-h/39243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SEvZCzJRqaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/0sVuihA_Zx0/s400/39243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209496036096190882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Você passou pela minha vida como um furacão...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, na bonança, sinto falta da tormenta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-8650222849747458368?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8650222849747458368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=8650222849747458368' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8650222849747458368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8650222849747458368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/06/insensatez.html' title='INSENSATEZ'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SEvZCzJRqaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/0sVuihA_Zx0/s72-c/39243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-999651055685666054</id><published>2008-06-07T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:25:57.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MÚSICAS INESQUECÍVEIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/zHcGHINPdAs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/zHcGHINPdAs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jardins Priobidos - Paulo Gonzo&lt;br /&gt;Certas canções fazem parte da nossa história  de vida... são como fotografias de algum momento inesquecível!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-999651055685666054?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/999651055685666054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=999651055685666054' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/999651055685666054'/><link rel='self' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SEp7DkZ4RMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7dtbgJdzaus/s1600-h/39918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SEp7DkZ4RMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7dtbgJdzaus/s400/39918.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209111220249445570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será que o preço da minha liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;é a sua solidão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ou não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5446635683495151956-6530860200672337124?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SEp7DkZ4RMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7dtbgJdzaus/s72-c/39918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-8877897542002075729</id><published>2008-06-06T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:18.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SEloaANAZnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7FheCJtrbGc/s1600-h/IM1459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208809239971128946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SEloaANAZnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7FheCJtrbGc/s400/IM1459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dê asas aos seus sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... eles se tornarão realidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-8877897542002075729?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8877897542002075729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=8877897542002075729' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8877897542002075729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/LpYj_sI79v8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/LpYj_sI79v8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Titãs - É Preciso Saber Viver&lt;br /&gt;Composição Erasmo e Roberto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-958535678511198997?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/958535678511198997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=958535678511198997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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fico me perguntando porque é tão difícil ser transparente?&lt;br /&gt;Costumamos acreditar que ser transparente é simplesmente ser sincero, não enganar os outros.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ser transparente é muito mais do que isso.&lt;br /&gt;É ter coragem de se expor, de ser frágil, de chorar, de falar do que a gente sente... &lt;br /&gt;Ser transparente é desnudar a alma,é deixar cair as máscaras, baixar as armas, destruir os imensos e grossos muros que nos empenhamos tanto para levantar...&lt;br /&gt;Ser transparente é permitir que toda a nossa doçura aflore, desabroche, transborde! &lt;br /&gt;Mas infelizmente, quase sempre,a maioria de nós decide não correr esse risco.&lt;br /&gt;Preferimos a dureza da razão à leveza que exporia toda a fragilidade humana.&lt;br /&gt;Preferimos o nó na garganta às lágrimas que brotam do mais profundo de nosso ser...  &lt;br /&gt;Preferimos nos perder numa busca insana por respostas imediatas à simplesmente nos entregar e admitir que não sabemos, que temos medo!&lt;br /&gt;Por mais doloroso que seja ter de construir uma máscara que nos distancia cada vez mais de quem  realmente somos, preferimos assim: manter uma imagem que nos dê a sensação de proteção...&lt;br /&gt;E assim, vamos nos afogando mais e mais em falsas palavras, em falsas atitudes, em falsos sentimentos. &lt;br /&gt;Não porque sejamos pessoas mentirosas, mas apenas porque nos perdemos de nós mesmos e já não sabemos onde está nossa brandura,nosso amor mais intenso e não-contaminado.&lt;br /&gt;Com o passar dos anos, um vazio frio e escuro nos faz perceber que já não sabemos dar e nem pedir o que de mais precioso temos a compartilhar, doçura, compaixão...&lt;br /&gt;a  compreensão de que todos nós sofremos,nos sentimos sós, imensamente tristes e choramos baixinho antes de dormir, num silêncio que nos remete a uma saudade desesperada de nós mesmos...&lt;br /&gt;daquilo que pulsa e grita dentro de nós,mas que não temos coragem de mostrar àqueles que mais amamos! &lt;br /&gt;Porque, infelizmente, aprendemos que é melhor revidar, descontar,agredir, acusar,criticar e julgar do que simplesmente dizer: "você está me machucando... pode parar, por favor?".&lt;br /&gt;Porque aprendemos que dizer isso é ser fraco, é ser bobo, é ser menos do que o outro.&lt;br /&gt;Quando, na verdade, se agíssemos com o coração, poderíamos evitar tanta dor, tanta dor...&lt;br /&gt;Sugiro que deixemos explodir toda a nossa doçura!&lt;br /&gt;Que consigamos não prender o choro, não conter a gargalhada, não esconder tanto o nosso medo,não desejar parecer tão invencível. &lt;br /&gt;Que consigamos não tentar controlar tanto, responder tanto, competir tanto, que consigamos docemente viver, sentir, amar...&lt;br /&gt;E que você seja não só razão, mas também coração, não só um escudo, mas também sentimento. &lt;br /&gt;Seja  transparente,apesar de todo o risco que isso possa significar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-223918151448726481?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/223918151448726481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=223918151448726481' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/223918151448726481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/223918151448726481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/06/sem-mscaras.html' title='SEM MÁSCARAS'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-8956875456780813588</id><published>2008-05-30T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:18.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SEAHDGuhT-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/-SpGFe7p8vQ/s1600-h/unlived-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206168919167029218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SEAHDGuhT-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/-SpGFe7p8vQ/s400/unlived-life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5446635683495151956-8956875456780813588?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8956875456780813588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=8956875456780813588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8956875456780813588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8956875456780813588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SEAHDGuhT-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/-SpGFe7p8vQ/s72-c/unlived-life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-8020853127639635440</id><published>2008-05-27T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:19.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENCONTROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SDwOXWuhT9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/niXwQmwIxr8/s1600-h/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205051063733931986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SDwOXWuhT9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/niXwQmwIxr8/s400/amigos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Que bom a gente se encontrar!&lt;br /&gt;Encontro é alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe a alegria da espera, mas,&lt;br /&gt;ainda maior é a alegria do encontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontro de idéias,&lt;br /&gt;encontro de coisas,&lt;br /&gt;encontro de gente,&lt;br /&gt;encontro de amigos,&lt;br /&gt;encontro de amor,&lt;br /&gt;encontro de fé,&lt;br /&gt;encontro com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Há encontros que premiam longas esperas.&lt;br /&gt;Há encontros que coroam longas procuras.&lt;br /&gt;Há encontros que preenchem longas ausências.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes o encontro é planejado, estudado, provocado.&lt;br /&gt;Outras vezes, ele simplesmente acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns encontros são ansiosamente desejados,&lt;br /&gt;outros são apenas tolerados,&lt;br /&gt;outros ainda discreta ou ostensivamente evitados,&lt;br /&gt;pois há encontros que se tornam desencontros.&lt;br /&gt;Há encontros repousantes e revitalizantes como água fresca após longa caminhada.&lt;br /&gt;Outros pesados, cansativos, exaustivos, como o próprio suor da caminhada;&lt;br /&gt;Há encontros mil no dia a dia,&lt;br /&gt;encontros casuais e anônimos,&lt;br /&gt;encontros profissionais, encontros superficiais.&lt;br /&gt;Mas há encontros que marcam e transformam vidas e mudam os rumos da história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então.... como foi bom a gente se encontrar.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-8020853127639635440?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8020853127639635440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-6624540453895372843</id><published>2008-05-25T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:19.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EM ALGUM LUGAR DO PASSADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SDldNmuhT5I/AAAAAAAAANk/LZBOHveTKPY/s1600-h/1396716697_65501d73d1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204293332718669714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SDldNmuhT5I/AAAAAAAAANk/LZBOHveTKPY/s400/1396716697_65501d73d1_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em algum lugar do passado&lt;br /&gt;Você existiu para mim,&lt;br /&gt;E eu já sabia,&lt;br /&gt;Que assim virias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Fomos, nós dois,&lt;br /&gt;Brisa fresca,&lt;br /&gt;Rosa em flor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Te amei,&lt;br /&gt;Te guardei,&lt;br /&gt;Você me amou e cativou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Nossos corpos e corações foram um só,&lt;br /&gt;Melodia interminável,&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso amor sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Nos deixamos&lt;br /&gt;Com a certeza do reencontro,&lt;br /&gt;Como sabemos agora,&lt;br /&gt;que nos encontramos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Prometemos jamais nos esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;E agora, no presente,&lt;br /&gt;Carregamos vivas, as lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Deste tão sublime querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Fomos felizes,&lt;br /&gt;Fomos amantes,&lt;br /&gt;Como a flor e a raiz,&lt;br /&gt;O mar e a areia,&lt;br /&gt;Neste amor sem igual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Dançamos com o vento,&lt;br /&gt;Corremos pela praia&lt;br /&gt;E tivemos sonhos vindouros,&lt;br /&gt;Desse amor infinito&lt;br /&gt;Que jamais nos deixaria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar do presente,&lt;br /&gt;Nos reencontramos...&lt;br /&gt;Palavras, atitudes&lt;br /&gt;Que despertam as lembranças das almas,&lt;br /&gt;Que sabiam se conhecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar do presente,&lt;br /&gt;Olhares, gestos, toques,&lt;br /&gt;Sensações indescritíveis,&lt;br /&gt;Que somente nossos corações identificam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar do presente,&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos o que fomos e o que somos:&lt;br /&gt;Luz do sol,&lt;br /&gt;Amor verdadeiro,&lt;br /&gt;Nesta busca insaciável,&lt;br /&gt;De nós dois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar do passado...&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar do presente...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-6624540453895372843?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SDldNmuhT5I/AAAAAAAAANk/LZBOHveTKPY/s72-c/1396716697_65501d73d1_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4183689728099354897</id><published>2008-05-23T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T05:50:05.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOJE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje eu olho, escuto e sonho mais.&lt;br /&gt;Falo menos...Choro menos.&lt;br /&gt;Percebo atentamente as palavras que se fazem gestos&lt;br /&gt;e os gestos que se fazem palavras&lt;br /&gt;e tudo o que eu não tenho me permitido sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero viver os sonhos possíveis e os impossíveis;&lt;br /&gt;aqueles que morrem e ressuscitam a cada novo fruto,&lt;br /&gt;a cada nova flor,&lt;br /&gt;a cada novo calor,&lt;br /&gt;a cada nova geada,&lt;br /&gt;a cada novo dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje eu ouço o silêncio das formas,&lt;br /&gt;dos movimentos,&lt;br /&gt;do impossível,&lt;br /&gt;da imensidão de toda profundeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje substituo minhas palavras pelo toque,&lt;br /&gt;pelo sentir,&lt;br /&gt;pelo compreender,&lt;br /&gt;pelo segredo das coisas mais raras,&lt;br /&gt;pela oração mental&lt;br /&gt;(aquela que a alma cria e que só ela ouve e só ela responde).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje dimensiono o calor,&lt;br /&gt;experimento a forma,&lt;br /&gt;vislumbro as curvas,&lt;br /&gt;desenho as retas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje eu aprendi o sabor da exuberância que se mostra&lt;br /&gt;nas pequenas manifestações da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a reproduzir na alma a imagem que entra pelos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;fazendo-me parte suprema da natureza,&lt;br /&gt;criando-me e recriando-me a cada instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje eu choro menos de tristeza e mais de contentamentos.&lt;br /&gt;E que meu choro não seja em vão,&lt;br /&gt;que em vão não sejam minhas dúvidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje sei que posso me perder nos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;E também que posso recuperar meus destinos com dignidade.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho medo de nada, principalmente de mim mesmo:&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu não tenho medo dos meus medos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que eu faça de mim uma pessoa serena, dentro de minha própria turbulência,&lt;br /&gt;sábia dentro de meus limites, pequenos e inexatos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje eu cultivo a humilde diante de minhas grandezas tolas e ingênuas&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quero mostrar o quanto são pequenas minhas grandezas&lt;br /&gt;e o quanto é valiosa minha pequenez.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ensinar o pouco que sei e aprender o muito que não sei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje compreendo a alegria com que os simples traduzem suas experiências;&lt;br /&gt;Respeito incondicionalmente o ser; o ser por si só,&lt;br /&gt;por mais nada que possa ter além de sua essência,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje eu quero auxiliar a solidão de quem chegou,&lt;br /&gt;render-me ao motivo de quem partiu&lt;br /&gt;e aceitar a saudade de quem ficou.&lt;br /&gt;Quero amar e ser amada.&lt;br /&gt;e amar mesmo sem ser amada,&lt;br /&gt;Quero fazer gentilezas quando recebo carinhos;&lt;br /&gt;fazer carinhos mesmo quando não recebo gentilezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje eu quero jamais ficar só, mesmo quando eu me queira só.&lt;br /&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/5446635683495151956-4183689728099354897?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4183689728099354897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4183689728099354897' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4183689728099354897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4183689728099354897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoje.html' title='HOJE'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-6832962886325162279</id><published>2008-05-20T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:19.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AVISO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SDMA_JfBC5I/AAAAAAAAANc/SNklDoefpuM/s1600-h/1400032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202503079420824466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SDMA_JfBC5I/AAAAAAAAANc/SNklDoefpuM/s320/1400032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meu rapaz muita atenção&lt;br /&gt;No que eu vou te contar&lt;br /&gt;Sou de inteira confiança&lt;br /&gt;E não quero te machucar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com esse jeitinho inocente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ares de tudo aceitar&lt;br /&gt;Essa carinha suave, mente&lt;br /&gt;É bom você se cuidar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inteligente, formada, letrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Amiga fiel, confidente&lt;br /&gt;Mas se pisar no meu calo&lt;br /&gt;Te garanto, não sou gente... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pega leve meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu detesto falsidade&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te pego na mentira&lt;br /&gt;Viro fera, sou perigo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha casa é o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Minha lei, a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Vôo alto, piso fundo&lt;br /&gt;Prezo minha identidade... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te dou minha lealdade&lt;br /&gt;Amor e muito carinho&lt;br /&gt;Quem pisa na bola comigo&lt;br /&gt;Perde a rosa, ganha espinho... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha amizade é sincera&lt;br /&gt;Não me venha com ironia&lt;br /&gt;Se for pra descer do salto&lt;br /&gt;Desço com categoria... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho dito, tá avisado&lt;br /&gt;Tá tudo no seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo preto no branco&lt;br /&gt;É só você respeitar...&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/5446635683495151956-6832962886325162279?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6832962886325162279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=6832962886325162279' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/6832962886325162279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/6832962886325162279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/05/aviso.html' title='AVISO'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SDMA_JfBC5I/AAAAAAAAANc/SNklDoefpuM/s72-c/1400032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4023360925008447118</id><published>2008-05-18T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:45:09.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank Sinatra  My Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/G1tGdoA6mCc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/G1tGdoA6mCc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOJE EM ESPECIAL, FAÇO MINHAS ESTAS PALAVRAS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEU JEITO &lt;br /&gt; E agora, o final está aqui&lt;br /&gt;E então deparo, com o fim da minha carreira&lt;br /&gt;Meu amigo, vou ser mais claro&lt;br /&gt;Vou expor meu exemplo&lt;br /&gt;Do qual estou seguro&lt;br /&gt;Eu viví uma vida na sua totalidade&lt;br /&gt;Eu viajei, por toda e qualquer estrada&lt;br /&gt;E mais, muito mais que isso&lt;br /&gt;Eu o fiz, do meu jeito&lt;br /&gt;Remorsos, eu tenho poucos &lt;br /&gt;Mas assim mesmo, muito pouco a mencionar &lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz, o que eu tinha que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Eu ví tudo&lt;br /&gt;Sem excessão&lt;br /&gt;Eu planejei, cada meta&lt;br /&gt;Cada passo com cuidado, em cada desvio&lt;br /&gt;E mais, muito mais que isso&lt;br /&gt;Eu o fiz, do meu jeito&lt;br /&gt;Sim, houve dias&lt;br /&gt;E estou certo que você soube&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu quis abraçar o mundo com as mãos&lt;br /&gt;Mas acima de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Quando havia necessidade&lt;br /&gt;Eu suportava tudo mesmo com raiva&lt;br /&gt;Eu enfrentei tudo, e me mantive firme&lt;br /&gt;E o fiz, do meu jeito&lt;br /&gt;Eu amei, eu rí e chorei&lt;br /&gt;Passei por minha carga, minha parte de derrotas&lt;br /&gt;E agora, enquanto as lágrimas secam&lt;br /&gt;Acho tudo, até engraçado&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que fiz tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;E posso dizer, sem qualquer modéstia&lt;br /&gt;Oh não, não eu&lt;br /&gt;Eu o fiz, do meu jeito&lt;br /&gt;Pois o que é um homem ?&lt;br /&gt; O que ele tem ?&lt;br /&gt;Se não, a sí mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Então ele não tem nada, para dizer as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Que ele realmente sente&lt;br /&gt;E não palavras, de alguém que rasteje&lt;br /&gt;As marcas mostram, eu levei golpes&lt;br /&gt;E fiz tudo, do meu jeito, sim, foi do meu jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-4023360925008447118?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4023360925008447118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4023360925008447118' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4023360925008447118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4023360925008447118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/05/frank-sinatra-my-way_18.html' title='Frank Sinatra  My Way'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-8868141452150744346</id><published>2008-05-15T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:19.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEMENTES DO AMANHÃ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SCxTkZfBC2I/AAAAAAAAANE/W-k8p4KiRxk/s1600-h/1841352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200623554487454562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SCxTkZfBC2I/AAAAAAAAANE/W-k8p4KiRxk/s320/1841352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pedaços de chão, sementes do amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Raízes fincadas na terra generosa&lt;br /&gt;Geram o grão...&lt;br /&gt;Alimento divinal em forma física&lt;br /&gt;Dádiva da natureza em flor.&lt;br /&gt;Terra em transe, permanente metamorfose&lt;br /&gt;Constantes agressões que o implacável bicho homem&lt;br /&gt;Impõe, transgride, corrompe...&lt;br /&gt;Chora criatura, sobre o teu leito eterno&lt;br /&gt;Teu pranto arrependido derrama vida,&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas fecundam os veios ávidos, sedentos&lt;br /&gt;E neste pedaço de chão faz-se vida,&lt;br /&gt;Outro grão, nova semente...&lt;br /&gt;Germina um novo amanhecer de amor e paz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5446635683495151956-8868141452150744346?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8868141452150744346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=8868141452150744346' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8868141452150744346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8868141452150744346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/05/sementes-do-amanh.html' title='SEMENTES DO AMANHÃ'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SCxTkZfBC2I/AAAAAAAAANE/W-k8p4KiRxk/s72-c/1841352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-8578090385128091068</id><published>2008-05-14T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T07:13:17.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonzaguinha- eu apenas queria que você soubesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Q4H5x8ScDLs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Q4H5x8ScDLs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Algumas canções parecem dizer exatamente aquilo que estamos sentindo no exato momento em que a ouvimos...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada amigo eterno Gonzaguinha pelas tantas lições, em forma de poesia e música...&lt;br /&gt;Saudades...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;O aprendizado sofrido, sentido&lt;br /&gt;Por fim quase aprendido...&lt;br /&gt;A dor consentida, cansada,&lt;br /&gt;Se solta lentamente...&lt;br /&gt;A saudade estagnada, acostumada&lt;br /&gt;Se afasta naturalmente...&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento velho, vencido&lt;br /&gt;Por fim quase esquecido...&lt;br /&gt;A lembrança incontrolada, calada&lt;br /&gt;Se acalma serenamente...&lt;br /&gt;E a vida sofrida, cansada,&lt;br /&gt;Mal acostumada, quase estagnada&lt;br /&gt;Ensaia novos passos, contente...&lt;br /&gt;Volta a dançar novamente...&lt;br /&gt;Vê uma nova luz, finalmente...&lt;br /&gt;Toda a engrenagem se encaixa,&lt;br /&gt;Todos os instrumentos se afinam,&lt;br /&gt;Por fim a música se impõe e flui...&lt;br /&gt;Solenemente!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-2688284901667939723?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;QUE A PAZ DE DEUS ESTEJA SEMPRE COM VOCÊ ONDE ESTIVER)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coisas que a vida ensina depois dos 40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amor não se implora, não se pede não se espera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amor se vive ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ciúmes é um sentimento inútil. Não torna ninguém fiel a você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Animais são anjos disfarçados, mandados à terra por Deus paramostrar ao homem o que é fidelidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crianças aprendem com aquilo que você faz, não com o que você diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As pessoas que falam dos outros pra você, vão falar de você para os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perdoar e esquecer nos torna mais jovens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Água é um santo remédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deus inventou o choro para o homem não explodir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ausência de regras é uma regra que depende do bom senso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não existe comida ruim, existe comida mal temperada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A criatividade caminha junto com a falta de grana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ser autêntico é a melhor e única forma de agradar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amigos de verdade nunca te abandonam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O carinho é a melhor arma contra o ódio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As diferenças tornam a vida mais bonita e colorida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há poesia em toda a criação divina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deus é o maior poeta de todos os tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A música é a sobremesa da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acreditar, não faz de ninguém um tolo. Tolo é quem mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Filhos são presentes raros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De tudo, o que fica é o seu nome e as lembranças a cerca de suas ações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigada, desculpa, por favor, são palavras mágicas, chaves queabrem portas para uma vida melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O amor... Ah, o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O amor quebra barreiras, une facções,destrói preconceitos,cura doenças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não há vida decente sem amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E é certo, quem ama, é muito amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E vive a vida mais alegremente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artur da Távola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-9155606932462805655?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/9155606932462805655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=9155606932462805655' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/9155606932462805655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/9155606932462805655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/05/lies-de-um-mestre-imortal.html' title='LIÇÕES DE UM MESTRE IMORTAL'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SCWY1OejKDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3mmNna1a7ug/s72-c/arturdatavola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-1207210354169644842</id><published>2008-05-09T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:20.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A SUA PROCURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SCSXC-ejKCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Ysp10nwVf8o/s1600-h/1629396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198445947279058978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SCSXC-ejKCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Ysp10nwVf8o/s320/1629396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Essa tal felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Que você afirma ter&lt;br /&gt;Procuro nas suas entranhas&lt;br /&gt;Me esforço mas não posso ver&lt;br /&gt;Você parece esconder&lt;br /&gt;A angustia de tanto buscar&lt;br /&gt;Buscar o equilíbrio sonhado&lt;br /&gt;Buscar alcançar tuas metas&lt;br /&gt;Buscar a fé questionada&lt;br /&gt;Buscar a paz almejada&lt;br /&gt;Buscar a paixão desejada&lt;br /&gt;Buscar apagar teu passado&lt;br /&gt;Assim você segue sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Num frenesi sem tamanho&lt;br /&gt;Passando por cima de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Não vê ninguém no caminho&lt;br /&gt;Como caçador feroz&lt;br /&gt;Você segue a procurar&lt;br /&gt;Rompe todas as barreiras&lt;br /&gt;Corre terra, céu e mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E quando você quase encontra&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que pensava sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Já não quer mais, joga fora&lt;br /&gt;Muda o sonho de lugar&lt;br /&gt;Mudam os seus paradigmas&lt;br /&gt;Muda a crença e a vontade&lt;br /&gt;Muda o foco e o pensar&lt;br /&gt;Você tem um novo enigma&lt;br /&gt;Assim você segue vivendo&lt;br /&gt;Procurando sem parar&lt;br /&gt;E cada vez mais distante&lt;br /&gt;Você busca sem encontrar&lt;br /&gt;O que? Não sei...Você sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Será que alguém saberá???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-1207210354169644842?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1207210354169644842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=1207210354169644842' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/1207210354169644842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/1207210354169644842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/05/sua-procura.html' title='A SUA PROCURA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SCSXC-ejKCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Ysp10nwVf8o/s72-c/1629396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-628359795023109013</id><published>2008-05-07T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:15:02.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AQUI E AGORA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Transcrevo este excelente artigo escrito pela minha prima Sandra Rabello Rosenfeld, que é Consultora em Qualidade de Vida no Trabalho (QVT) utilizando como ferramenta a meditação. Escritora, autora do livro O que é Meditação, ed. Nova Era,  ministrante de palestras, cursos e workshops para promover qualidade de vida pessoal e profissional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Onde a vida acontece                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Rosenfeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;A maioria de nós passa a maior parte do tempo no piloto automático. Pense um pouquinho e veja que acordamos, tomamos banho, café, saímos para os nossos afazeres e até conversamos sem prestar muita atenção no que estamos fazendo e falando.&lt;br /&gt;Quando estamos no piloto automático também não percebemos nossos pensamentos que geralmente estão no passado ou no futuro e muito raramente aqui, no momento presente, onde de fato as coisas acontecem e onde podemos interagir.&lt;br /&gt;É importante ter consciência que pensamentos geram sentimentos que geram ações. E se não tivermos controle sobre o que pensamos é muito fácil agirmos por impulso falando e fazendo coisas que nos arrependemos depois.&lt;br /&gt;Todo pensamento traz consigo uma carga de emoções, então se estamos no passado trazemos para o aqui e agora as emoções lá detrás que nada têm a ver com o que está acontecendo neste momento. O mesmo acontece quando nossos pensamentos estão no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Quais são as emoções que vêm quando estamos no passado? Magoas, ressentimentos, saudades e mesmo as boas lembranças vêm acompanhadas de nostalgia. E quando estamos no futuro? As emoções são geralmente medo e ansiedade, porque por mais que planejemos o nosso futuro nunca temos certeza do que realmente acontecerá.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o nosso presente é fruto do nosso passado que um dia foi presente. Por isso é muito importante, é fundamental, aprendermos a estar no aqui e agora. O que vivemos hoje, a forma que vivemos, o que pensamos vai determinar o nosso futuro. É o conhecido colhemos o que plantamos. Portanto, semear boas atitudes, emoções e falas é essencial.&lt;br /&gt;Mas para isso precisamos tomar as rédeas da nossa vida e ela começa com o controle sobre os nossos pensamentos. Só assim podemos nos considerar pessoas livres que não são escravas dos próprios pensamentos e emoções.&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a parar, aquietar nossa mente e nosso corpo, deixar de lado diariamente, nem que seja por alguns minutos, esse ritmo frenético em que vivemos, é o primeiro passo para fazer contato com o nosso interior, com a nossa essência e assim tornar nossa vida muito mais plena e feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-628359795023109013?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/628359795023109013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=628359795023109013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/628359795023109013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/628359795023109013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/05/aqui-e-agora.html' title='AQUI E AGORA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-8495856795918607735</id><published>2008-05-05T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:28:40.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRATO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ei rapaz!!!&lt;br /&gt;vamos fazer um trato?&lt;br /&gt;melhor que isso, um distrato...&lt;br /&gt;porque tá mais do que certo&lt;br /&gt;não te quero mais por perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me devolve a minha paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e o equilíbrio também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e até aquele retrato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me mande por alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabe aquela alma&lt;br /&gt;que esqueci de trazer?&lt;br /&gt;pega ela, embrulha e manda&lt;br /&gt;faz favor de não esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me devolve todas as noites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que passei a te lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e também todos os sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que voce me fez sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aqueles bilhetes tolos&lt;br /&gt;que escrevi nem sei pra que...&lt;br /&gt;rasga junto com o carinho&lt;br /&gt;que usei pra escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com aquela manta colorida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que levei pra tua cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;faça uma mortalha bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e enterre o amor dessa dama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas não se esqueça também&lt;br /&gt;de apagar da sua memória&lt;br /&gt;todos aqueles momentos&lt;br /&gt;que fizeram a nossa estória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vai sossegado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;segue a sua busca , doutor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;encontre o que tanto procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a sua paz interior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esqueça todo o passado,&lt;br /&gt;que voce diz não se importar&lt;br /&gt;mas enterre bem enterrado&lt;br /&gt;que é para não se lembrar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois a lembrança é marota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chega e não pede licensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e quando isso acontece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bate uma saudade imensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora pode sair&lt;br /&gt;que eu já encontrei minha paz&lt;br /&gt;fiz um trato com o destino&lt;br /&gt;em voce não penso mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-8495856795918607735?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8495856795918607735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=8495856795918607735' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8495856795918607735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8495856795918607735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/05/trato.html' title='TRATO'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-3288245569754288614</id><published>2008-04-30T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:20.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SILÊNCIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SBhGaSBwzjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GrzMhXxSqaw/s1600-h/1470993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SBhGaSBwzjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GrzMhXxSqaw/s320/1470993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194979587501641266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As palavras silenciaram, letras saem em revoada pelo tempo, sílabas desconexas não se encontram...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras se calaram, tudo foi dito, escrito, falado, pensado, sentido...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras sufocaram a alma, esmagaram o coração...&lt;br /&gt;das feridas restaram cicatrizes profundas, marcas eternas nas páginas do tempo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou apenas o sentimento mudo, reprimido...&lt;br /&gt;de que nada mais trará de volta o elo de ligação entre a palavra e o pensamento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resta o soluço contido, a exclamação atônita, o espanto...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica a interrogação suspensa, a indignação assustada, a dúvida...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ponto final encerra o parágrafo da experiência vivida...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora só resta começar a escrever uma nova “estória”,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de letra em letra, reinventar a vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/5446635683495151956-3288245569754288614?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3288245569754288614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=3288245569754288614' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/3288245569754288614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/3288245569754288614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/04/silncio.html' title='SILÊNCIO'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SBhGaSBwzjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GrzMhXxSqaw/s72-c/1470993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-983156935420861341</id><published>2008-04-26T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T05:56:05.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enya Only Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/9VAnQ6PJpzs" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/9VAnQ6PJpzs" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Só o Tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem pode dizer para onde vai a estrada?&lt;br /&gt;Para onde o dia flui?&lt;br /&gt;Só o tempo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem pode dizer se o seu amor cresce,&lt;br /&gt;conforme seu coração escolhe?&lt;br /&gt;Só o tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem pode dizer por que seu coração suspira&lt;br /&gt;conforme seu amor voa?&lt;br /&gt;Só o tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem pode dizer por que seu coração chora,&lt;br /&gt;quando seu amor morre?&lt;br /&gt;Só o tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem pode dizer quando os caminhos se cruzam,&lt;br /&gt;que o amor deve estar em seu coração ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem pode dizer quando o dia termina,&lt;br /&gt;se a noite guarda todo o seu coração?&lt;br /&gt;se a noite guarda todo o seu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe?&lt;br /&gt;só o tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Só o tempo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-983156935420861341?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-9080101658792048732</id><published>2008-04-25T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:20.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A TUA CRIANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SBHqACBwziI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EpebE3UYfQI/s1600-h/1263739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SBHqACBwziI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EpebE3UYfQI/s400/1263739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193189131600055842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LEMBRANÇA , CRIANÇA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INOCENTE VIDA QUE SE FAZ PRESENTE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEMBRANÇA, CRIANÇA &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEU CHORO É RISO QUE ALEGRA A GENTE...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LEMBRANÇA, CRIANÇA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENTIMENTO PURO, COM NADA SE ABALA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POIS O ACONCHEGO QUENTE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSTOSO, FELIZ&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE SATISFAZ SIMPLES E PLENAMENTE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LEMBRANÇA , CRIANÇA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUIDA QUE O TEMPO URGE &lt;st1:personname productid="EM TE FAZER GENTE" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="EM TE FAZER" st="on"&gt;EM TE FAZER&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; GENTE&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE ACALMA CRIANÇA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AINDA TENS TEMPO DE&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SER CRIANÇA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGENTEMENTE...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ACORDA CRIANÇA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMBRAS DA NOITE TE INVADEM OS SONHOS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONSTROS , FANTASMAS, TE SUFOCAM O GRITO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRESCEM PELAS PAREDES DO TEU QUARTO SEGURO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INVADEM UM ESPAÇO TÃO TEU&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TÃO PURO!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GRITA CRIANÇA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POR AQUELE SEIO QUENTE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACONCHEGO CARENTE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEMBRANÇA,CRIANÇA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O TEMPO PASSOU &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E AQUELE COLO HOJE É AUSENTE!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CHORA CRIANÇA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO FAÇA BARULHO, CHORE BAIXINHO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEU CHORO HOJE, INCOMODA...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGUENTE! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TE ACALMA&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;CRIANÇA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEU MEDO É COISA DO PENSAMENTO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEM ALGUÉM DO TEU LADO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENTADO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E CALAMAMENTE...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE CONTA UMA HISTÓRIA QUE TE ACALENTE!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LEMBRANÇA, CRIANÇA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O COLO SINCERO, TEU PAI PRESENTE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE ACOMPANHA HOJE &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;TRAZENDO A CALMA NOVAMENTE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOSSEGA CRIANÇA,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESSE COLO É SEU ETERNAMENTE!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CRESCE CRIANÇA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFRENTA A VIDA QUE SE FAZ PRESENTE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUTA E BRIGA PELO QUE QUER...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE ORIENTE!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;APRENDA CRIANÇA,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A VIDA É BELA !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVA PLENAMENTE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFRENTA OS MEDOS E SEGUE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRMEMENTE!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOBE OS DEGRAUS, UM A UM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALMAMENTE...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDA CRIANÇA QUE ATRÁZ VEM GENTE!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FALA CRIANÇA.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONDE ESTÁ VOCE DE ANTIGAMENTE?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOJE MULHER FINALMENTE!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CULTIVE AQUELE SER COM CARINHO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE DEIXE LEVAR PELO SEU CAMINHO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAS NUNCA SE ESQUEÇA QUE DENTRO DE TI,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUELA CRIANÇA AINDA VIVE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E SENTE...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ISA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEZEMBRO DE 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-9080101658792048732?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/9080101658792048732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=9080101658792048732' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-6297902634698112492</id><published>2008-04-21T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:20.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEUS DIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SAySEigu2VI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jIyh-ISG8O4/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191685077132564818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SAySEigu2VI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jIyh-ISG8O4/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vivo assim os meus dias:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uns como Deus quer, outros como o Diabo gosta!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/5446635683495151956-6297902634698112492?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6297902634698112492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=6297902634698112492' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/6297902634698112492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/6297902634698112492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/04/meus-dias.html' title='MEUS DIAS'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SAySEigu2VI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jIyh-ISG8O4/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-7356128665129250183</id><published>2008-04-20T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:20.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CORPO QUE DANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SAtW-ygu2UI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BoFNaWunnwo/s1600-h/1341981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SAtW-ygu2UI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BoFNaWunnwo/s400/1341981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191338632185567554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;É apenas nuvem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;o corpo que dança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; no silêncio da música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; que a alma alcança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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DANÇA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SAtW-ygu2UI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BoFNaWunnwo/s72-c/1341981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-2591558458579626394</id><published>2008-04-17T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:20.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVIMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SAdOeiGG1PI/AAAAAAAAAME/JU-cV1plWPk/s1600-h/onda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190203382023247090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/SAdOeiGG1PI/AAAAAAAAAME/JU-cV1plWPk/s400/onda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A eterna onda da transformação&lt;br /&gt;Me arrebata de surpresa&lt;br /&gt;E faz nascer em mim&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova percepção...&lt;br /&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/5446635683495151956-2591558458579626394?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2591558458579626394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=2591558458579626394' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-3426872267074785794</id><published>2008-04-06T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:21.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R_ie9XvEeBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/HYkvjzILcGg/s1600-h/1805444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R_ie9XvEeBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/HYkvjzILcGg/s400/1805444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186069748097775634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é apenas "quase" se voce não está aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-3426872267074785794?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3426872267074785794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=3426872267074785794' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/3426872267074785794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/3426872267074785794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/04/quase.html' title='QUASE'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R_ie9XvEeBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/HYkvjzILcGg/s72-c/1805444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4738434975015076189</id><published>2008-04-04T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:21.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família'/><title type='text'>MARCELINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R_Y_pHvEd-I/AAAAAAAAALk/3AnfRx4gpWc/s1600-h/Marcelo+Lindo+c%C3%B3pia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R_Y_pHvEd-I/AAAAAAAAALk/3AnfRx4gpWc/s400/Marcelo+Lindo+c%C3%B3pia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185401996647364578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESSE É O CARA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Meu reizinho... que Deus te ilumine cada passo, que os anjos digam sim aos seus sonhos, projetos e realizações... Seja feliz hoje neste teu niver de 10 anos, e por toda a sua vida!!!&lt;br /&gt;Te amo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;Pimpollo&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;Mariana Espósito&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;La medida de tu mundo&lt;br /&gt;son tus sueños los segundos&lt;br /&gt;que tardás en sonreír,&lt;br /&gt;en llorar en repetir&lt;br /&gt;la pregunta más antigua,&lt;br /&gt;más difícil de entender&lt;br /&gt;qué es la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo y cuando&lt;br /&gt;cuando, donde y por que&lt;br /&gt;he de querer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy el sol sigue saliendo&lt;br /&gt;y es azul oscuro el mar&lt;br /&gt;las estrellas brillan tanto&lt;br /&gt;y el misterio de volar&lt;br /&gt;hoy parece que termina&lt;br /&gt;todo vuelve a comenzar&lt;br /&gt;ese niño es este hombre&lt;br /&gt;otra nueva libertad&lt;br /&gt;nunca es una la verdad&lt;br /&gt;nunca dejes de soñar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimpollo, turin turin&lt;br /&gt;chiquitito, turin turin&lt;br /&gt;brote de mañana&lt;br /&gt;semilla que estalla&lt;br /&gt;milagro, pimpollo con alas&lt;br /&gt;tu medida es esa&lt;br /&gt;pimpollo tu alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre el riesgo sin preguntas&lt;br /&gt;siempre, siempre&lt;br /&gt;nunca es nunca&lt;br /&gt;cada día es tu camino&lt;br /&gt;cada sol y cada luna&lt;br /&gt;no te asustes solo busca&lt;br /&gt;porque la medida es una&lt;br /&gt;el amor es tu medida&lt;br /&gt;cuanto más amor más vida &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-4738434975015076189?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4738434975015076189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4738434975015076189' title='2 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-231013745867961743</id><published>2008-04-02T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:21.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHOS ACABAM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R_PoxXvEd9I/AAAAAAAAALc/yW9KdPxlN2w/s1600-h/fract+-+photoSIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184743530916247506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R_PoxXvEd9I/AAAAAAAAALc/yW9KdPxlN2w/s320/fract+-+photoSIG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (imagem fhotoSig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E dão lugar a novos sonhos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando os sonhos acabam ...&lt;br /&gt;Há um vazio imenso, uma vontade de parar.&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de desistir de tudo...é um período difícil.&lt;br /&gt;Em que os dias, horas e até os segundos são longos.&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguimos progredir, falta vontade, falta motivação...&lt;br /&gt;Nos fechamos para tudo e para todos, como se nada importasse, nada tivesse algum valor.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos destruindo pouco a pouco!&lt;br /&gt;Porque os sonhos acabam ?&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo que acreditamos chega ao fim ?&lt;br /&gt;Acreditamos na felicidade eterna...&lt;br /&gt;E, muitas vezes, ela não passa de um pequeno tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo suficiente para deixar uma saudade infinita.&lt;br /&gt;Até que um dia ...um novo sonho começa a dar o ar de sua graça:&lt;br /&gt;Vem chegando de mansinho, tentando abrir os cadeados do nosso coração.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos trancados com um enorme medo de sofrer de novo,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim o novo sonho vem chegando, trazendo na mala tudo novo.&lt;br /&gt;E como todo sonho novo,&lt;br /&gt;É regado de novidades que fascinam, mexe com emoções adormecidas,&lt;br /&gt;Traz de volta a emoção de viver, amar, recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Nessa hora, quando tudo ressurge,&lt;br /&gt;Podemos avaliar melhor a vida, descobrimos que nada é eterno&lt;br /&gt;E que tudo deve ser aproveitado intensamente&lt;br /&gt;Temos que transformar cada instante em grandes momentos&lt;br /&gt;Eliminar tudo que maltrata o corpo e o espírito e dar lugar ao que engrandece&lt;br /&gt;Amadurecer com o aprendizado e nunca desistir de ser feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Porque os sonhos acabam ...&lt;br /&gt;Dando lugar a novos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-231013745867961743?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R_PoxXvEd9I/AAAAAAAAALc/yW9KdPxlN2w/s72-c/fract+-+photoSIG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-2252268721029986486</id><published>2008-03-30T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:21.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUASE NADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-_OUXvEd7I/AAAAAAAAALI/hEKgeN3RLlk/s1600-h/romance+-+photoSIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-_OUXvEd7I/AAAAAAAAALI/hEKgeN3RLlk/s400/romance+-+photoSIG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183588545490876338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Imagem - photoSIG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entre sonhos adormeço...&lt;br /&gt;da realidade me esqueço.&lt;br /&gt;Sonho com um recomeço...&lt;br /&gt;de tudo que foi vivido.&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de pura magia,&lt;br /&gt;sentimento tão verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Verdade tão traiçoeira,&lt;br /&gt;perdeu-se na esquina da vida.&lt;br /&gt;E eu parada no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;ainda sonho acordada...&lt;br /&gt;com a volta daquele momento&lt;br /&gt;Que fez de mim quase nada!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-2252268721029986486?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2252268721029986486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=2252268721029986486' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2252268721029986486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2252268721029986486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/quase-nada.html' title='QUASE NADA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-_OUXvEd7I/AAAAAAAAALI/hEKgeN3RLlk/s72-c/romance+-+photoSIG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4351216271389769688</id><published>2008-03-26T23:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:37:28.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel Kamakawiwo'ole - Somewhere Over The Rainbow Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Pe5p1BXNCQM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Pe5p1BXNCQM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Duas das mais belas canções de todos os tempos, interpretadas de forma "ímpar" por Israel Kamakawiwo'ole... para ouvir e sonhar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-4351216271389769688?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4351216271389769688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4351216271389769688' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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POTENGI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-excXvEd5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XhfCip2A9mI/s1600-h/BXK1688_RioPontegiemNatalRN800%2B%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-excXvEd5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XhfCip2A9mI/s400/BXK1688_RioPontegiemNatalRN800%2B%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181304997278939026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Natureza pede licença para Sua Majestade descansar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-7884839561903556017?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-excXvEd5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XhfCip2A9mI/s72-c/BXK1688_RioPontegiemNatalRN800%2B%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-2685608844620925758</id><published>2008-03-22T04:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:21.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PÁSCOA¹</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do hebreu Peseach, Páscoa significa a passagem da escravidão no Egito para a liberdade na Terra Prometida. É a maior festa do cristianismo e, naturalmente, de todos os cristãos, pois nela se comemora a Passagem de Cristo - "deste mundo para o Pai", da "morte para a vida", das "trevas para a luz".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-T0fHvEd4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/-0Ju3Qn2atI/s1600-h/1.Paashaas350.350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180534286872508290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-T0fHvEd4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/-0Ju3Qn2atI/s400/1.Paashaas350.350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Páscoa é tão somente o Recomeço, onde estará em alta a certeza de um futuro repleto de realizações, esperando que o Amor inunde o coração dos Homens..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5446635683495151956-2685608844620925758?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2685608844620925758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=2685608844620925758' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2685608844620925758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2685608844620925758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/pscoa_22.html' title='PÁSCOA¹'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-T0fHvEd4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/-0Ju3Qn2atI/s72-c/1.Paashaas350.350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-2904040869596450585</id><published>2008-03-21T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:21.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PÁSCOA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-PTPXvEd2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/vYGBKylODQ4/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-PTPXvEd2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/vYGBKylODQ4/s400/1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180216257429141346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-2904040869596450585?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2904040869596450585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=2904040869596450585' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2904040869596450585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2904040869596450585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/pscoa.html' title='PÁSCOA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-PTPXvEd2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/vYGBKylODQ4/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-2453660188828145832</id><published>2008-03-19T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:21.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIREÇÕES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-FVERtpk_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/bH5XjyJmA-s/s1600-h/March1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-FVERtpk_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/bH5XjyJmA-s/s400/March1208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179514578415490034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="txt10" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="txt10"  style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;O mundo interno das pessoas é muito rico em experiências, variado em emoções, permeado de direções. Cada palavra que conseguimos compreender indica que temos experiências que dão um significado à palavra. E se temos experiências tão ricas, isto significa que o que quer que busquemos lá dentro, ou seja, o que quer que nos direcionemos para buscar, com certeza vamos encontrar. E se algo porventura não estiver lá, ainda resta a nossa capacidade de combinar o que existe e fazer algo diferente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="txt10"  style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Em geral nós operamos com ambos os tipos de direções: afastamento e aproximação. Esses dois tipos são complementares, como sintetiza a Enciclopédia de PNL (&lt;a href="http://www.nlpu.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;www.nlpu.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="txt10"  style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 9pt; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;"Aqueles que exclusivamente se 'movem em direção a' podem tomar decisões ingênuas e potencialmente arriscadas. Aqueles que somente se 'movem se afastando de' podem parecer muito pessimistas ou 'paranóicos'. Boas decisões e planos geralmente envolvem combinação de ambos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="txt10" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E uma pessoa feliz, será que está direcionada internamente para buscar algo? Talvez não para buscar felicidade, mas que tal buscar por tudo com que está satisfeita no momento? Que tal buscar por tudo que já realizou para si e para outros? Que tal direcionar-se para buscar o que já caminhou no rumo dos objetivos? Talvez isto explique porque há pessoas que muito têm e pouco usufruem e outras que pouco têm e se sentem felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/5446635683495151956-2453660188828145832?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2453660188828145832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=2453660188828145832' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2453660188828145832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2453660188828145832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-poder-de-se-direcionar.html' title='DIREÇÕES'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-FVERtpk_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/bH5XjyJmA-s/s72-c/March1208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-2451984660251931758</id><published>2008-03-18T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:22.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESQUECIMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-Anaxtpk9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/AsOH5qlWoi8/s1600-h/esquecimento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179182912450958290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-Anaxtpk9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/AsOH5qlWoi8/s400/esquecimento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TE TRANQUEI NO MEU PASSADO... E PERDI A CHAVE DA MEMÓRIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-AlnBtpk8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/09R7_KUCilg/s1600-h/esquecimento.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-2451984660251931758?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2451984660251931758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=2451984660251931758' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2451984660251931758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2451984660251931758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/esquecimento.html' title='ESQUECIMENTO'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R-Anaxtpk9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/AsOH5qlWoi8/s72-c/esquecimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-8760148089418368378</id><published>2008-03-16T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:22.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLÓRIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R91dqhtpk7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NtPnRqntABw/s1600-h/18822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178398131731665842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R91dqhtpk7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NtPnRqntABw/s400/18822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PELAS PONTAS DOS MEUS PÉS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ALCANSEI OS MEUS SONHOS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/5446635683495151956-8760148089418368378?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8760148089418368378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=8760148089418368378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8760148089418368378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/8760148089418368378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/glria.html' title='GLÓRIA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R91dqhtpk7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NtPnRqntABw/s72-c/18822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-6796397757574308977</id><published>2008-03-14T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:22.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POESIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9phWhtpk5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/t8b2x-LWzbc/s1600-h/coloured_smoke_art__9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9phWhtpk5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/t8b2x-LWzbc/s400/coloured_smoke_art__9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177557761250661266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(14 DE MARÇO - DIA DA POESIA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Pedacinho da minha alma que se mistura com a sua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5446635683495151956-6796397757574308977?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6796397757574308977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=6796397757574308977' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/6796397757574308977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/6796397757574308977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/poesia.html' title='POESIA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9phWhtpk5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/t8b2x-LWzbc/s72-c/coloured_smoke_art__9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-7948101886814499913</id><published>2008-03-13T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:22.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9m0Jhtpk2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mYxEuCsUM7Y/s1600-h/wp_pnegra_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9m0Jhtpk2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mYxEuCsUM7Y/s400/wp_pnegra_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177367322400756578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(213, 194, 125);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Natal do sol, do sal ...do mar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Das águas mornas, transparência a transbordar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Das tartarugas, dos golfinhos a brincar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Generosa natureza, pureza no ar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Natal da areia branca, céu azul a emoldurar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Dos poetas com seus versos a cantar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Da Ponta Negra e de música no ar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Feliz eu sou por ter este mar a me abraçar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Ao som das ondas, docemente despertar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Me energizando dia a dia sem parar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Natal dos Reis Magos a te guiar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Tão bom poder contigo compartilhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Todo esse sol, esse sal... esse mar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/5446635683495151956-7948101886814499913?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7948101886814499913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=7948101886814499913' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/7948101886814499913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/7948101886814499913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/natal.html' title='NATAL'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9m0Jhtpk2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mYxEuCsUM7Y/s72-c/wp_pnegra_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-2002673998092509249</id><published>2008-03-12T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:22.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALEGRIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9fg9htpk1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/z_j2AvoKZl4/s1600-h/PICT0151+a+f-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9fg9htpk1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/z_j2AvoKZl4/s400/PICT0151+a+f-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176853644312154962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(imagem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;iks-photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorriso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  é a manifestação dos lábios quando os olhos encontram o que o coração procura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-2002673998092509249?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2002673998092509249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=2002673998092509249' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2002673998092509249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2002673998092509249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/alegria.html' title='ALEGRIA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9fg9htpk1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/z_j2AvoKZl4/s72-c/PICT0151+a+f-r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4080274436268910654</id><published>2008-03-10T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:22.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EU E O RETRATO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9VHVxtpkzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8R5FhRdEGkk/s1600-h/1350044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176121786179883826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9VHVxtpkzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8R5FhRdEGkk/s320/1350044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou um retrato mal produzido, onde meus sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;tão sentidos, não afloram no papel.&lt;br /&gt;O ácido que fixa a imagem ,&lt;br /&gt;revela apenas a superfície do que sou.&lt;br /&gt;Não colore minhas tristezas com tintas de meio tom.&lt;br /&gt;Não indica nos meus labirintos, a saída para minhas&lt;br /&gt;incertezas ávidas de verdades inquestionáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Não retrata na sua exata dimensão, minhas regiões&lt;br /&gt;de silêncio que se mesclam a tantas ansiedades;&lt;br /&gt;Muralhas intransponíveis.&lt;br /&gt;Oculta meus sonhos de perfumadas entregas&lt;br /&gt;e cala um grito que se estanca na densidade&lt;br /&gt;de tantas esperas.&lt;br /&gt;Quisera um retrato do pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;a nítida imagem do substrato do meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;(POESIA DE AUGUSTO MEDEIROS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:7;"  &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/5446635683495151956-4080274436268910654?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4080274436268910654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4080274436268910654' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4080274436268910654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4080274436268910654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/eu-e-o-retrato.html' title='EU E O RETRATO...'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9VHVxtpkzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8R5FhRdEGkk/s72-c/1350044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-24267505889844264</id><published>2008-03-09T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:23.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O PODER DE UM ABRAÇO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9PloRtpkyI/AAAAAAAAAII/amlr_JYepH0/s1600-h/Colagens%2520010%2520-%2520Amigos%2520para%2520sempre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9PloRtpkyI/AAAAAAAAAII/amlr_JYepH0/s400/Colagens%2520010%2520-%2520Amigos%2520para%2520sempre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175732876891231010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;UM ABRAÇO PODE ROMPER TODAS AS BARREIRAS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9PlTxtpkxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7XdlPGZCWhA/s1600-h/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9PlTxtpkxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7XdlPGZCWhA/s400/amigos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175732524703912722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PODE SUPERAR TODAS AS DIFERENÇAS...&lt;br /&gt;TEM COISA MAIS GOSTOSA QUE UM ABRAÇO???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-24267505889844264?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/24267505889844264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=24267505889844264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/24267505889844264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/24267505889844264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-poder-de-um-abrao.html' title='O PODER DE UM ABRAÇO'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9PloRtpkyI/AAAAAAAAAII/amlr_JYepH0/s72-c/Colagens%2520010%2520-%2520Amigos%2520para%2520sempre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-2645289922817511115</id><published>2008-03-08T04:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:23.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MULHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9KB-BtpktI/AAAAAAAAAHg/L96cdUPQdmM/s1600-h/1723206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9KB-BtpktI/AAAAAAAAAHg/L96cdUPQdmM/s320/1723206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175341824413897426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não importa o nome, se Maria, Joana ou Teresa.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa a raça,a profissão a crença nem a condição financeira.&lt;br /&gt;Importa o que temos no coração e na mente, qual nossa visão de mundo, o que recebemos de nossa família, como somos no presente e o que buscamos.&lt;br /&gt;Isto não tem a ver com idade, pois sempre é tempo de esperança,sempre é tempo de semear.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa quem vai colher os frutos.&lt;br /&gt;Isto é doação,generosidade,dar sem olhar a quem.&lt;br /&gt;Importa nossa alegria, nosso desejo de realização, a capacidade de sonhar, a tenacidade para enfrentar desafios, a maturidade de perceber que não se ganha sempre, que a vida não é só feita de momentos bons e alegres.&lt;br /&gt;Importa ter a dignidade de recomeçar do nada, quando é preciso nos desmontar para podermos nos recompor.&lt;br /&gt;Importa abrir espaço para o diálogo, exercitar a ternura, a solidariedade, a capacidade de perdoar e a disposição de não se acomodar.&lt;br /&gt;É importante evoluir com a vida, não ficar paralisado pelo medo do futuro incerto, preocupado pelo avanço da idade, das mudanças físicas.&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que algumas coisas pioram com o tempo, a visão, a memória, a agilidade, entretanto, podemos aprimorar outras áreas, como a inteligência, a sabedoria,&lt;br /&gt;a paciência, a tolerância, a alegria, a solidariedade, a amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Importa diluir a amargura, conviver com alegria, ser verdadeiro, ser sensível para ter a capacidade de perceber e sentir a presença Divina nas pequenas coisas do dia a dia, nas boas e naquelas não tão boas, pois Deus também pode estar na tempestade.&lt;br /&gt;Importa ter fé, aprender com os erros, construir relacionamentos saudáveis para manter o espírito forte, dar o melhor de si para superar as adversidades, os medos e ter confiança que o futuro pode ser melhor e que isto depende muito de nosso modo de ser e de como nos preparamos para recebê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-2645289922817511115?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2645289922817511115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=2645289922817511115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2645289922817511115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2645289922817511115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/mulher.html' title='MULHER'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R9KB-BtpktI/AAAAAAAAAHg/L96cdUPQdmM/s72-c/1723206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-2112591217721784732</id><published>2008-03-06T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:23.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A WONDERFUL WOLRD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8_8FGx6pZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YjW2edF_kJg/s1600-h/35356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8_8FGx6pZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YjW2edF_kJg/s400/35356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174631661521511826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                            I see trees of green, red roses too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I see them bloom for me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I think to myself, what a wonderful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I see skies of blue and clouds of white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I think to myself, what a wonderful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Are also on the faces of people going by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I see friends shaking hands, saying, "how do you do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; They're really saying, "I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I hear babies cry, I watch them grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; They'll learn much more, than I'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I think to myself, what a wonderful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo as árvores verdes, rosas vermelhas também&lt;br /&gt;Eu as vejo florescer para nós dois&lt;br /&gt;E eu penso comigo... que mundo maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo os céus azuis e as nuvens brancas&lt;br /&gt;O brilho do dia abençoado, a sagrada noite escura&lt;br /&gt;E eu penso comigo... que mundo maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cores do arco-íris, tão bonitas nos céus&lt;br /&gt;E estão também nos rostos das pessoas que passam&lt;br /&gt;Vejo amigos apertando as mãos, dizendo: "como você vai?"&lt;br /&gt;Eles realmente dizem: "eu te amo !"&lt;br /&gt;Eu ouço bebês chorando, eu os vejo crescer&lt;br /&gt;Eles aprenderão muito mais que eu jamais saberei&lt;br /&gt;E eu penso comigo... que mundo maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu penso comigo... que mundo maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Composição: Bob Thiele; George David Weiss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-2112591217721784732?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2112591217721784732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=2112591217721784732' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2112591217721784732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2112591217721784732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-wonderful-wolrd.html' title='WHAT A WONDERFUL WOLRD'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8_8FGx6pZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YjW2edF_kJg/s72-c/35356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-2169104008342924069</id><published>2008-03-03T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:23.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAGIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8yo2vk28RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RmaYz79BwH0/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8yo2vk28RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RmaYz79BwH0/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173695730379321618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No meu sonho,no meu verso,&lt;br /&gt;permeado de magia.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te encontro no universo,&lt;br /&gt;tecido de fantasia.&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/5446635683495151956-2169104008342924069?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2169104008342924069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=2169104008342924069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2169104008342924069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2169104008342924069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/magia.html' title='MAGIA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8yo2vk28RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RmaYz79BwH0/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-638902045928285826</id><published>2008-03-02T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:23.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFINIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8sj97bHMzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BBcrUJh4zAY/s1600-h/390514284_7b2e125467_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173268143795548978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8sj97bHMzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BBcrUJh4zAY/s320/390514284_7b2e125467_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Domingo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Casa cheia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de familiares... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de amor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de AFINIDADE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afinidade é um dos poucos sentimentos que resistem ao tempo e ao depois.&lt;br /&gt;A afinidade não é o mais brilhante, mas o mais sutil, delicado e penetrante dos sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;E o mais independente também. Não importa o tempo, a ausência, os adiamentos, as distâncias, as impossibilidades.&lt;br /&gt;Quando há afinidade, qualquer reencontro retoma a relação, o diálogo, a conversa, o afeto no exato ponto em que foi interrompido.&lt;br /&gt;Ter afinidade é muito raro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando existe não precisa de códigos verbais para se manifestar.&lt;br /&gt;Existia antes do conhecimento, irradia durante e permanece depois que as pessoas deixaram de estar juntas.&lt;br /&gt;Afinidade é ficar longe pensando parecido a respeito dos mesmos fatos que impressionam, comovem ou mobilizam.&lt;br /&gt;É ficar conversando sem trocar palavras, é receber o que vem do outro com aceitação anterior ao entendimento.&lt;br /&gt;Não é sentir nem sentir contra... Nem sentir para... Nem sentir por... Nem sentir pelo... Afinidade é sentir com.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir com é não ter necessidade de explicar o que está sentindo.&lt;br /&gt;É olhar e perceber...&lt;br /&gt;É mais calar do que falar, ou, quando falar, jamais explicar: apenas afirmar.&lt;br /&gt;Afinidade é ter perdas semelhantes e iguais esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;É conversar no silêncio, tanto nas possibilidades exercidas quanto das impossibilidades vividas.&lt;br /&gt;Afinidade é retomar a relação no ponto em que parou sem lamentar o tempo de separação.&lt;br /&gt;Porque tempo e separação nunca existiram, foram apenas oportunidades dadas pela vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Texto de Artur da Távola )&lt;br /&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/5446635683495151956-638902045928285826?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/638902045928285826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=638902045928285826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/638902045928285826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/638902045928285826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/afinidade.html' title='AFINIDADE'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8sj97bHMzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BBcrUJh4zAY/s72-c/390514284_7b2e125467_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4461264493058884958</id><published>2008-02-29T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:24.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMENTE POR UM DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8f_rLbHMxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3CdmHsq06Wc/s1600-h/IM1536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8f_rLbHMxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3CdmHsq06Wc/s320/IM1536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172383814324269842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arte de&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Sahil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Por um dia somente, poderemos fazer o que quisermos. Portanto, hoje vamos perder o medo da vida e o medo da morte, enfim, o medo de sermos felizes, a fim de gozarmos a alegria de cada minuto de harmonia, beleza, paz e saúde que nos seja concedido. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Apenas por hoje, vamos viver um só dia, esquecendo o ontem e o amanhã, não procurando resolver imediatamente todos os problemas da vida. Lincoln disse que o homem é exatamente tão feliz quanto queira sê-lo. Vamos resolver ser felizes, só por hoje, ajustando-nos à nossa família, nossa realidade, nossa profissão, nosso destino. Reformar o mundo para ajustá-lo ao nosso gosto é impossível e essa aspiração não é saudável. Se não podemos ter aquilo que gostamos, talvez possamos gostar daquilo que temos. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Portanto, só por hoje, vamos ser amáveis, compreensivos, alegres, carinhosos; vamos ser o melhor que pudermos, vestir o melhor possível, caminhar tranqüilamente, elogiar as pessoas pelo que fazem ao invés de criticá-las pelo que não podem fazer. E se encontrarmos alguma falha, vamos perdoar e esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-4461264493058884958?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4461264493058884958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4461264493058884958' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4461264493058884958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4461264493058884958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/02/somente-por-um-dia.html' title='SOMENTE POR UM DIA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8f_rLbHMxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3CdmHsq06Wc/s72-c/IM1536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-9167621286022403972</id><published>2008-02-28T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:24.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8cHM91ZqLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1lBkUNV5bLo/s1600-h/bea1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8cHM91ZqLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1lBkUNV5bLo/s400/bea1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172110616396671154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu andava a contar estrelas, encontrei a luz do teu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-9167621286022403972?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/9167621286022403972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=9167621286022403972' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/9167621286022403972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/9167621286022403972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/02/eu-andava-contar-estrelas-encontrei-luz.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8cHM91ZqLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1lBkUNV5bLo/s72-c/bea1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-6885620216122614262</id><published>2008-02-27T04:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:24.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8VcI91ZqKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Hbn-LTbXal4/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+%282%29+de+2140559-e4c9d878b67e5504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8VcI91ZqKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Hbn-LTbXal4/s400/C%C3%B3pia+%282%29+de+2140559-e4c9d878b67e5504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171641056212134050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-6885620216122614262?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6885620216122614262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=6885620216122614262' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/6885620216122614262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/6885620216122614262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8VcI91ZqKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Hbn-LTbXal4/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+%282%29+de+2140559-e4c9d878b67e5504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-7570112758003919162</id><published>2008-02-24T05:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:24.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CANÇÃO PARA MARIANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8GBXN1ZqII/AAAAAAAAAFw/ATjH12_uZNY/s1600-h/SABADO_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8GBXN1ZqII/AAAAAAAAAFw/ATjH12_uZNY/s320/SABADO_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170556083048654978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha Princesinha, minha Luz, neste seu niver desejo que o Universo se mova só para te fazer feliz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Luiz Represas&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mariana&lt;br /&gt;o mar te deu&lt;br /&gt;um nome quase tão antigo como o seu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mariana&lt;br /&gt;o mar escreveu&lt;br /&gt;com as minhas mãos um canto que ainda ninguém leu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;vou mostrar-te o que não vi&lt;br /&gt;vou deixar-te o que vivi&lt;br /&gt;vou levar-te onde nunca me perdi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;encontrar quem és&lt;br /&gt;caminhar de pé&lt;br /&gt;é tocar a estrela mais alta do céu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mariana&lt;br /&gt;o tempo é teu&lt;br /&gt;cavalga os dias, bebe o que o vento te der&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;vais partir numa aventura&lt;br /&gt;vais vive-la com ternura&lt;br /&gt;vais saber que só o amor é que perdura&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mariana&lt;br /&gt;não dês a vida numa hora&lt;br /&gt;Mariana&lt;br /&gt;tens toda a vida, vida fora&lt;br /&gt;e aqui&lt;br /&gt;estarei&lt;br /&gt;mesmo quando um dia eu me for embora &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-7570112758003919162?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7570112758003919162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=7570112758003919162' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/7570112758003919162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/7570112758003919162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/02/cano-para-mariana.html' title='CANÇÃO PARA MARIANA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R8GBXN1ZqII/AAAAAAAAAFw/ATjH12_uZNY/s72-c/SABADO_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-7118802640620074070</id><published>2008-02-21T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:24.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSSSSSIU!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R724HN1ZqGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/q__zY81m4w4/s1600-h/Anselmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R724HN1ZqGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/q__zY81m4w4/s400/Anselmo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169490381403433058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Desculpem, mas hoje não posso escrever... afinal, não vou acordar o Frederico!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-7118802640620074070?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7118802640620074070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=7118802640620074070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/7118802640620074070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/7118802640620074070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/02/psssssiu.html' title='PSSSSSIU!!!'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R724HN1ZqGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/q__zY81m4w4/s72-c/Anselmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-2041905888867680156</id><published>2008-02-16T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:25.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras de Música'/><title type='text'>I BELIEVE I CAN FLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R7bzP91ZqFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pJvmtKcx_hg/s1600-h/I+Can+Fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R7bzP91ZqFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pJvmtKcx_hg/s400/I+Can+Fly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167585078076352594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho Impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Mais um sonho impossível&lt;br /&gt;Lutar&lt;br /&gt;Quando é fácil ceder&lt;br /&gt;Vencer&lt;br /&gt;O inimigo invencível&lt;br /&gt;Negar&lt;br /&gt;Quando a regra é vender&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer&lt;br /&gt;A tortura implacável&lt;br /&gt;Romper&lt;br /&gt;A incabível prisão&lt;br /&gt;Voar&lt;br /&gt;Num limite improvável&lt;br /&gt;Tocar&lt;br /&gt;O inacessível chão&lt;br /&gt;É minha lei, é minha questão&lt;br /&gt;Virar esse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Cravar esse chão&lt;br /&gt;Não me importa saber&lt;br /&gt;Se é terrível demais&lt;br /&gt;Quantas guerras terei que vencer&lt;br /&gt;Por um pouco de paz&lt;br /&gt;E amanhã, se esse chão que eu beijei&lt;br /&gt;For meu leito e perdão&lt;br /&gt;Vou saber que valeu delirar&lt;br /&gt;E morrer de paixão&lt;br /&gt;E assim, seja lá como for&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter fim a infinita aflição&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo vai ver uma flor&lt;br /&gt;Brotar do impossível chão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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/5446635683495151956-2041905888867680156?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2041905888867680156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=2041905888867680156' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2041905888867680156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/2041905888867680156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-beleave-i-can-fly_16.html' title='I BELIEVE I CAN FLY'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R7bzP91ZqFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pJvmtKcx_hg/s72-c/I+Can+Fly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4838241347671743869</id><published>2008-02-12T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:25.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INCOERÊNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R7Gv191ZqDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/AfUVknIkeVU/s1600-h/23924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R7Gv191ZqDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/AfUVknIkeVU/s400/23924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166103589237139506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Coerente incoerência do viver... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sem ser,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Incansável busca do saber... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;quem sou!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Procura de mim, nas entranhas do corpo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sensação de vazio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Corpo sem alma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Essência do nada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sigo distante de mim ... e vou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Incoerentemente sigo com calma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aflita por nada poder,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nada fazer...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Para enfim encontrar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A coerência de ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Simplesmente ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-4838241347671743869?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4838241347671743869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4838241347671743869' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4838241347671743869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4838241347671743869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/02/incoerncia.html' title='INCOERÊNCIA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R7Gv191ZqDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/AfUVknIkeVU/s72-c/23924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-1409659380769249309</id><published>2008-02-11T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:25.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R7Bp9N1ZqAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bkzVawEtfII/s1600-h/ATT000013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R7Bp9N1ZqAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bkzVawEtfII/s400/ATT000013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165745273000536066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FELICIDADE É...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O cheiro do café fresquinho a cada manhã,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lençóis macios perfumados de Alfazema,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um abraço bem apertado...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O calor do corpo do meu amado,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Presença de amigos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um telefonema daquela pessoa distante,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor dos filhos ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Família reunida para o almoço,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Carinho de irmão,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Crianças correndo e brincando pela casa,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fazer uma comidinha gostosa para quem a gente ama...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mesa farta com sabor de comunhão,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Os cãezinhos fazendo bagunça,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Receber uma flor, um sorriso, um olhar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por do sol ao som de Ravel,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Raiar do dia à beira mar,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sensação de dever cumprido,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ter uma meta a ser alcançada,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sonhar acordada ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Realizar um sonho,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Renascer a cada manhã...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Viver o hoje com intensidade...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esperar o amanhã com paz no coração...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sentir o amor abençoar o Universo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;E agradecer ao Pai por toda a Felicidade!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-1409659380769249309?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1409659380769249309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=1409659380769249309' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/1409659380769249309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/1409659380769249309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/02/felicidade-o-cheiro-do-caf-fresquinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R7Bp9N1ZqAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bkzVawEtfII/s72-c/ATT000013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-1184922282044964329</id><published>2008-02-09T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:25.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEPENDE DE VOCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R630uN1Zp_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NnbYdz5caeI/s1600-h/26605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165053422488627186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R630uN1Zp_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NnbYdz5caeI/s400/26605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Depende de Você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;A paz que você reclama e tenta encontrar ...&lt;br /&gt;depende de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A compreensão que você reivindica a cada passo ...&lt;br /&gt;depende de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bondade que você admira nas pessoas e sonha possuir ...&lt;br /&gt;depende de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A abertura que é caminho para a renovação ...&lt;br /&gt;depende de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A realização que você julga essencial ...&lt;br /&gt;depende de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor que você quer encontrar nos outros ...&lt;br /&gt;depende de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A organização que você apregoa ...&lt;br /&gt;depende de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondere :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queixar-se ou produzir, atrapalhar ou servir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desprezar ou valorizar, revoltar-se ou colaborar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adoecer ou curar-se, rebaixar-se ou elevar-se,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monologar ou dialogar, ensimesmar-se ou abrir-se,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estacionar ou progredir ... é uma questão de escolha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e esta escolha, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;DEPENDE DE VOCÊ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-1184922282044964329?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1184922282044964329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=1184922282044964329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/1184922282044964329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/1184922282044964329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/02/depende-de-voce.html' title='DEPENDE DE VOCE'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R630uN1Zp_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NnbYdz5caeI/s72-c/26605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4760037631000703667</id><published>2008-02-08T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:25.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESABAFO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R6xAPvvltiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Lr_Fp1XM0MI/s1600-h/PC023719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R6xAPvvltiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Lr_Fp1XM0MI/s400/PC023719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164573511945401890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Obra da Artista Plástica Zaira Caldas&lt;br /&gt;Título: Turbilhão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;CANSAÇO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Hoje assumo... estou cansada!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;E que cansaço é este?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Cansaço da ingratidão...das pessoas sem emoção!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cansaço da doação...sem recepção!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cansaço da incompreensão...daqueles que se recusam a entender!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cansaço de amar...amor solitário, e sem ação!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cansaço dos dias... insólitos, vazios...só escuridão!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cansaço da busca... de um sentido maior: razão!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cansaço da solidão... aquela que sentimos mesmo estando rodeadas de criaturas...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sem ilusão!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cansaço da espera... do que sei inevitável, irremediável, sem previsão!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Cansaço do silêncio...que criei como proteção!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cansaço da busca do conforto, do amor, do aconchego, da paixão! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Cansada da humanidade,da ganância, da agressão!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cansada da violência, incontrolável indignação!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Hoje assumo um cansaço de tudo que fiz em vão...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Hoje assumo a fraqueza extrema da alma vazia,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Completamente vazia de emoção!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Cansada de mim,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Sou nada... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Somente exaustão!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Isa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natal, 27 de agosto de 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-4760037631000703667?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4760037631000703667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4760037631000703667' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4760037631000703667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4760037631000703667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/02/desabafo.html' title='DESABAFO'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R6xAPvvltiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Lr_Fp1XM0MI/s72-c/PC023719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-3281932486043192340</id><published>2008-01-30T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:26.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R6DBzfvltgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5IykHa_P7m0/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161338263405180418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R6DBzfvltgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5IykHa_P7m0/s400/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saudade é quando o momento tenta fugir da lembrança&lt;br /&gt;para acontecer de novo e não consegue. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( 30 de janeiro - DIA DA SAUDADE )&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/5446635683495151956-3281932486043192340?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3281932486043192340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=3281932486043192340' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/3281932486043192340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/3281932486043192340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/01/saudade.html' title='SAUDADE'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R6DBzfvltgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5IykHa_P7m0/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-7051397658943917163</id><published>2008-01-19T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:26.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R53eXfvlteI/AAAAAAAAAD8/niXY5Syl6Ms/s1600-h/22841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160525243275916770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R53eXfvlteI/AAAAAAAAAD8/niXY5Syl6Ms/s400/22841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Considero este texto de Oscar Wilde, umas das mais perfeitas definições de "amigo", e agradeço ao meu amado irmão Pedro pelo envio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loucos e Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Escolho meus amigos não pela pele ou outro arquétipo qualquer,&lt;br /&gt;mas pela pupila.&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ter brilho questionador e tonalidade inquietante.&lt;br /&gt;A mim não interessam os bons de espírito nem os maus de hábitos.&lt;br /&gt;Fico com aqueles que fazem de mim louco e santo.&lt;br /&gt;Deles não quero resposta,&lt;br /&gt;quero meu avesso.&lt;br /&gt;Que me tragam dúvidas e angústias e agüentem o que há de pior em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Para isso, só sendo louco.&lt;br /&gt;Quero os santos, para que não duvidem das diferenças e peçam perdão pelas injustiças.&lt;br /&gt;Escolho meus amigos pela alma lavada e pela cara exposta.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero só o ombro e o colo, quero também sua maior alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo que não ri junto, não sabe sofrer junto.&lt;br /&gt;Meus amigos são todos assim:&lt;br /&gt;metade bobeira, metade seriedade.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero risos previsíveis, nem choros piedosos.&lt;br /&gt;Quero amigos sérios, daqueles que fazem da realidade sua fonte de aprendizagem,&lt;br /&gt;mas lutam para que a fantasia não desapareça.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero amigos adultos nem chatos.&lt;br /&gt;Quero-os metade infância e outra metade velhice!&lt;br /&gt;Crianças, para que não esqueçam o valor do vento no rosto;&lt;br /&gt;e velhos, para que nunca tenham pressa.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho amigos para saber quem eu sou.&lt;br /&gt;Pois os vendo loucos e santos, bobos e sérios, crianças e velhos,&lt;br /&gt;nunca me esquecerei de que "normalidade" é uma ilusão imbecil e estéril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-7051397658943917163?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7051397658943917163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=7051397658943917163' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/7051397658943917163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/7051397658943917163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/01/amigos.html' title='AMIGOS'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R53eXfvlteI/AAAAAAAAAD8/niXY5Syl6Ms/s72-c/22841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4165771371883823034</id><published>2008-01-17T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:26.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENERGIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R5CVxeyeYtI/AAAAAAAAADM/0prl7EHBeUU/s1600-h/100793522_5036cbf6cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156786250650116818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R5CVxeyeYtI/AAAAAAAAADM/0prl7EHBeUU/s400/100793522_5036cbf6cf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Energia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Zaira Caldas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R49TFuyeYsI/AAAAAAAAADE/kIpmLiUJe5M/s1600-h/173361512_86c72b5ecd_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noite sobre astros no espaço&lt;br /&gt;É a hora do eco&lt;br /&gt;Devolvido&lt;br /&gt;Olhar na sombra&lt;br /&gt;Resguardada&lt;br /&gt;O frio sono do seu nada.&lt;br /&gt;Em sucessivos instantes&lt;br /&gt;Imprecisos&lt;br /&gt;Profundas emoções&lt;br /&gt;Abandonadas&lt;br /&gt;É a agonia da energia&lt;br /&gt;Sufocada&lt;br /&gt;Na transcendente forma&lt;br /&gt;Figurada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-4165771371883823034?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4165771371883823034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4165771371883823034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4165771371883823034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4165771371883823034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/01/energia.html' title='ENERGIA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R5CVxeyeYtI/AAAAAAAAADM/0prl7EHBeUU/s72-c/100793522_5036cbf6cf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-297505535379012052</id><published>2008-01-14T04:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:26.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMANHECER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4tZeOyeYmI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ve0pk6a1Dj0/s1600-h/100793522_5036cbf6cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155312574356415074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4tZeOyeYmI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ve0pk6a1Dj0/s400/100793522_5036cbf6cf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Raio de sol que desponta no horizonte...&lt;br /&gt;Indescritível luz que banha a natureza,&lt;br /&gt;E um novo dia nasce radiante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o hoje que chega novamente,&lt;br /&gt;colhendo as flores semeadas ontem...&lt;br /&gt;e plantando os frutos do amanhã... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446635683495151956-297505535379012052?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/297505535379012052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=297505535379012052' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/297505535379012052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/297505535379012052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/01/amanhecer.html' title='AMANHECER'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4tZeOyeYmI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ve0pk6a1Dj0/s72-c/100793522_5036cbf6cf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-4857408466132483520</id><published>2008-01-11T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:27.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTRELAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4esYeyeYjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/t-zCN0sE8J4/s1600-h/estr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154277835130430002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4esYeyeYjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/t-zCN0sE8J4/s400/estr2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estrelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pela marca que nos deixa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ausência de som que emana das estrelas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pela falta que nos faz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A nossa própria luz a nos orientar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doido corpo que se move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É a solidão nos bares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a gente frequenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pela mágica do dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que independeria da gente pensar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me fale do seu medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu conheço inteira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sua fantasia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é como se fosse pouca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sua alegria não fosse bastar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando eu não estiver por perto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canta aquela música que a gente ria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tudo o que eu cantaria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando eu for embora, você cantará!&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/5446635683495151956-4857408466132483520?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4857408466132483520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=4857408466132483520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4857408466132483520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/4857408466132483520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/01/estrelas.html' title='ESTRELAS'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4esYeyeYjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/t-zCN0sE8J4/s72-c/estr2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446635683495151956.post-1448500456769319840</id><published>2008-01-10T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:20:27.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A VIAGEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4etn-yeYkI/AAAAAAAAACE/mA0g6jbts1o/s1600-h/oriente+express.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154279200930030146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="122" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4etn-yeYkI/AAAAAAAAACE/mA0g6jbts1o/s400/oriente+express.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4Ydz-yeYhI/AAAAAAAAABo/ItADwHRP8ho/s1600-h/oriente+express.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vamos agora falar de viagens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4YdcOyeYgI/AAAAAAAAABg/8cXcXqygJew/s1600-h/oriente+express.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De alguma forma de todas as viagens voltamos diferentes. Quando uma pessoa vai viajar, ela pode esperar algumas coisas com alguma certeza. Outras, com toda certeza e outras virão como surpresa. Outras ainda, colocam o viajante em novos lugares, nunca encontrados antes e ele se torna então um pioneiro de si mesmo. Todas as viagens são cheias de surpresas onde há mudanças de cenário e de pessoas e momentos para crescimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se o viajante é do tipo que se motiva com a busca da sabedoria ele a procura em sua viagem, sabendo que pode ultrapassar os seus limites, saindo de onde está.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se se empenha na preparação, em colher informações sobre a jornada a ser feita, sobre as condições do caminho, do clima e que tipos diversos de pessoas ele poderá encontrar. Da mesma forma, conversa com pessoas que retornaram de viagens semelhantes e se lembra de jornadas passadas e principalmente do aprendizado que teve nelas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feitos então os preparativos, o viajante parte excitado, percebendo cada mudança e detalhe no terreno... no clima... na vegetação... hábitos dos animais... e costumes dos lugares que visita. Como é inevitável, põe todos estes fatores na malha de sua compreensão que dali sairão como memórias, crescimento pessoal e reservas para o enriquecimento de sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não importa o que você encontre ou ache: destas viagens você volta mais apto a experienciar o mundo de um jeito novo. Novos espaços e trilhas foram abertos, novas ferramentas descobertas pois você aprendeu a viver melhor e a vencer de uma forma que ainda não conhecia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrumar as malas com economia de espaço e movimentos, buscando maior conforto na viagem. E de volta, saberá que pode permanecer ali e apreciar sua participação naquele mundo antigo, agora já mudado e mais enriquecido; ou talvez partir para novas viagens, aprendendo que mais caminhos podem ser aprendidos, infinitamente partindo... chegando... e partindo de encruzilhadas multiplicadas a cada fim ou começo, sem que haja um último degrau ou uma última encruzilhada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E terá fundado uma sabedoria confiante e cuidadosa, transformada em ensinamentos úteis, histórias a serem contadas... pois nós somos os ancestrais do futuro... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5446635683495151956-1448500456769319840?l=isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1448500456769319840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446635683495151956&amp;postID=1448500456769319840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/1448500456769319840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446635683495151956/posts/default/1448500456769319840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isa-meucantinho.blogspot.com/2008/01/viagem-vamos-agora-falar-de-viagens.html' title='A VIAGEM'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07756577233237055737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4t3u-yeYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/D8eyOfAboSU/S220/Z1acfdj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS_b8gNg_UQ/R4etn-yeYkI/AAAAAAAAACE/mA0g6jbts1o/s72-c/oriente+express.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
