tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27196647868653592602024-03-17T05:41:32.604-07:00Espaço Aberto
Um espaço para expor meus sentimentos, minhas emoções,partilhar conhecimentos, alegrias, tristezas, para desabafar, desestressar.Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.comBlogger6430125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-13232112700724823432024-03-17T05:30:00.000-07:002024-03-17T05:31:28.342-07:00RENOVA-TE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotiZfaDvGgJNAg0xXRmWwoLZSeN0MGeqUw61of1QrGG-CcPWgRZLapMCWX19MbZwFQiNbYJPpDiB19_hFX-tQ1gTSm8ZVgfulkNGWT1jbrJNi2m_sST-3Cj6lw9i8D42mMxzgG9K9mO8de_7aeAB8fWqChtKdD1F25bwGNzQ00OAFRH1XRMl805QgYK0M/s611/72a1f24a7d6ed3478504025d8e2214e978f3a9bfr1-473-611v2_hq.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="611" data-original-width="473" height="567" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotiZfaDvGgJNAg0xXRmWwoLZSeN0MGeqUw61of1QrGG-CcPWgRZLapMCWX19MbZwFQiNbYJPpDiB19_hFX-tQ1gTSm8ZVgfulkNGWT1jbrJNi2m_sST-3Cj6lw9i8D42mMxzgG9K9mO8de_7aeAB8fWqChtKdD1F25bwGNzQ00OAFRH1XRMl805QgYK0M/w426-h567/72a1f24a7d6ed3478504025d8e2214e978f3a9bfr1-473-611v2_hq.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Renasce em ti mesmo.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Multiplica os teus olhos, para verem mais.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Multiplica-se os teus braços para semeares tudo.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Destrói os olhos que tiverem visto.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Cria outros, para as visões novas.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Destrói os braços que tiverem semeado,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Para se esquecerem de colher.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Sê sempre o mesmo.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Sempre outro. Mas sempre alto.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Sempre longe.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>E dentro de tudo".</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Cecília Meireles</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuXnCHqdaKOrwJ5yVpC5lKGoNgyG8qzCT8u-UIz3H3q7DsulEg7_eaPIP4D-JWwoL0VuzqyzGu5bqZvlKxjUstof8EAVHcmyHDHkDCvALD0p4YQUob3vAZl-n9HFoDMlx7alS0rSU1SDxyTprGK8dpGGCcfDsVELRe1caIQf4iXu_DIgLJpyeGu9VZcgPv/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuXnCHqdaKOrwJ5yVpC5lKGoNgyG8qzCT8u-UIz3H3q7DsulEg7_eaPIP4D-JWwoL0VuzqyzGu5bqZvlKxjUstof8EAVHcmyHDHkDCvALD0p4YQUob3vAZl-n9HFoDMlx7alS0rSU1SDxyTprGK8dpGGCcfDsVELRe1caIQf4iXu_DIgLJpyeGu9VZcgPv/w194-h255/001.JPG" width="194" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-6278440152311952024-03-10T06:58:00.000-07:002024-03-10T06:58:27.244-07:00LUA ADVERSA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzsgHr0cuOUeBRDwSJin0Wb3o1q-Z92sO9d3z08JLFfeskFr4l8EyU347pet3Ud7pcQpEdu8yku_5sWFeADzxRxYcWBW3UHNkggvkut2Ed_5sujQQmyxqnwPEC5Vef2FDral4NDJjsklw9o2uuWjO0AN91HUtXGCCwIbkfK2-diUBuxTI6ynC7qfjDFIED/s300/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="337" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzsgHr0cuOUeBRDwSJin0Wb3o1q-Z92sO9d3z08JLFfeskFr4l8EyU347pet3Ud7pcQpEdu8yku_5sWFeADzxRxYcWBW3UHNkggvkut2Ed_5sujQQmyxqnwPEC5Vef2FDral4NDJjsklw9o2uuWjO0AN91HUtXGCCwIbkfK2-diUBuxTI6ynC7qfjDFIED/w595-h337/images.jpg" width="595" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Tenho fases, como a lua.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Fases de andar escondida,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>fases de vir para a rua...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Perdição da minha vida!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Perdição da vida minha!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Tenho fases de ser tua,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>tenho outras de ser sozinha.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Fases que vão e vêm,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>no secreto calendário</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>que um astrólogo arbitrário</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>inventou para meu uso.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>E roda a melancolia</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>seu interminável fuso!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Não me encontro com ninguém</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>(tenho fases como a lua...)</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>No dia de alguém ser meu</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>não é dia de eu ser sua...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>E, quando chega esse dia,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>o outro desapareceu"...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><i><b>Cecília Meireles</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLDNR4aWFN8AezN789lHG785V5VAcjcCjk6m-nRg76n-3N9m08Bgwk0gM-1YTYlYg832gE0z0H6XH9kpE0KML5uHm6Pkyg9VogkT4n2qYK1xOAcceZwxJEyPB4hIIpuMYqKYNl4BSLHTwgiH_HLw4nfS6QHGxTRvI1q8ZfjHnNIfjj3qFGZOuqaNGBnbmk/s960/409072417_802185178619276_6410452407420163308_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="721" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLDNR4aWFN8AezN789lHG785V5VAcjcCjk6m-nRg76n-3N9m08Bgwk0gM-1YTYlYg832gE0z0H6XH9kpE0KML5uHm6Pkyg9VogkT4n2qYK1xOAcceZwxJEyPB4hIIpuMYqKYNl4BSLHTwgiH_HLw4nfS6QHGxTRvI1q8ZfjHnNIfjj3qFGZOuqaNGBnbmk/w197-h246/409072417_802185178619276_6410452407420163308_n.jpg" width="197" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-60682077641938276232024-03-09T14:29:00.000-08:002024-03-09T14:29:58.263-08:00AINDA BEM<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDmetj5skECAEHb5C1HPyvCelKvZl-PdmgQqSSZIcD_Kg7v9C5Pr0SqABWzbSZJlvigQOyfCN6CeTQx4RyQj4OxnnCvjofuWit2qTKwvfRsLJsU6mGm3DQpjuzKy2sK1o7VcJMkz9_6Tu-xJaH982kiLxIsIUzQVZMviHxUjstdiLWF0krd_eJFhJGWalP/s640/426126561_1876117912847627_4000290765591467348_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="322" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDmetj5skECAEHb5C1HPyvCelKvZl-PdmgQqSSZIcD_Kg7v9C5Pr0SqABWzbSZJlvigQOyfCN6CeTQx4RyQj4OxnnCvjofuWit2qTKwvfRsLJsU6mGm3DQpjuzKy2sK1o7VcJMkz9_6Tu-xJaH982kiLxIsIUzQVZMviHxUjstdiLWF0krd_eJFhJGWalP/w514-h516/426126561_1876117912847627_4000290765591467348_n.jpg" width="514" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Ainda bem que a gente não perde a mania </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>de acreditar que o melhor estar por vir...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>que sempre vale a pena recomeçar...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>que ainda existe bondade no próximo...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>que a luta um dia acaba...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>que decepção não mata...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>que o coração aprende a perdoar.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> E acreditar</i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i> em DEUS faz toda a diferença"!</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Yla Fernendes</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJ6UI9Sdl8_R1k1hmUGg-_KJcnSGoHIdli1e94H-oCxEbOE290jZ2blsV30IVjyuWznX92vg609mQRUQNWPIk5ILpgfN7IGXQf6DlNLuLNPBO0QFZrhgf5nQ0-dqJAv-3nwh0hkD8V6WMm5dt-5SBEZAP7Fi1IFZ1iocDj4JYDUNYTMoBpQoLkhw7WvQo/s553/0_c5c69_3227544e_XL.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="553" data-original-width="553" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJ6UI9Sdl8_R1k1hmUGg-_KJcnSGoHIdli1e94H-oCxEbOE290jZ2blsV30IVjyuWznX92vg609mQRUQNWPIk5ILpgfN7IGXQf6DlNLuLNPBO0QFZrhgf5nQ0-dqJAv-3nwh0hkD8V6WMm5dt-5SBEZAP7Fi1IFZ1iocDj4JYDUNYTMoBpQoLkhw7WvQo/w268-h190/0_c5c69_3227544e_XL.gif" width="268" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-22830970192827441922024-03-08T09:39:00.000-08:002024-03-08T09:39:59.321-08:00DE QUE SÃO FEITOS OS DIAS<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><i><br /></i></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmiz8mOYmEdtXK5SbFSMrTxPjfP5raKnwuluAp17UTG3HoFMensNIqwyihObLZxKAPjcfFvFp_NwABJ6WF0gMaALkOyyrKYKIWXyi0eBGe5eNS1nWOlulU4NXxqzNZt80x54B95OBG_yx2zfn6PU-QFMBoENGxoejEnuSeLgigLGkwZGY3yN478-_ZhtDa/s440/18%2008.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="440" data-original-width="346" height="505" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmiz8mOYmEdtXK5SbFSMrTxPjfP5raKnwuluAp17UTG3HoFMensNIqwyihObLZxKAPjcfFvFp_NwABJ6WF0gMaALkOyyrKYKIWXyi0eBGe5eNS1nWOlulU4NXxqzNZt80x54B95OBG_yx2zfn6PU-QFMBoENGxoejEnuSeLgigLGkwZGY3yN478-_ZhtDa/w465-h505/18%2008.gif" width="465" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"De que são feitos os dias?</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>- De pequenos desejos,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>vagarosas saudades,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>silenciosas lembranças.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Entre mágoas sombrias,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>momentâneos lampejos:</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>vagas felicidades,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>inatuais esperanças.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>De loucuras, de crimes,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>de pecados, de glórias</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>- do medo que encadeia</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>todas essas mudanças.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Dentro deles vivemos,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>dentro deles choramos,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>em duros desenlaces</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>e em sinistras alianças"...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Cecília Meireles</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS72l0WUMW6wRkbcll2qdeXSIbpMs_-NHQhpCx3pUZ0-_3v-LS8W81pifeXtQtLikc6bjAO3yyjWshYv74n8YK0mVKaDp47_ZCdjtz9BIvbVQP5qoOMALzrrrQ_ZRdDtZ5EOgYq1RL06MXSNxtdr1XNMar1IgaxmX3x1x3y6AVycIuxFQNuVzp6rSkte5N/s800/0_41730_6c8f5d75_XL.png" imageanchor="1" style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="541" data-original-width="800" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS72l0WUMW6wRkbcll2qdeXSIbpMs_-NHQhpCx3pUZ0-_3v-LS8W81pifeXtQtLikc6bjAO3yyjWshYv74n8YK0mVKaDp47_ZCdjtz9BIvbVQP5qoOMALzrrrQ_ZRdDtZ5EOgYq1RL06MXSNxtdr1XNMar1IgaxmX3x1x3y6AVycIuxFQNuVzp6rSkte5N/w272-h186/0_41730_6c8f5d75_XL.png" width="272" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-89403040754175777072024-03-02T15:16:00.000-08:002024-03-02T15:16:24.311-08:00SOSSEGA O CORAÇÃO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtB2Pqp-L1lL0I6PLtqtHauGszH98oazxO8l5uHLW9z3P7SNpQTe5Acr3PaGZ4IAWkAIm3rbiZKRydpjsdq6h7CzhbDDZhjhdcUt3iVgFkdCLhAR9f8ws3ADMY671vw2RIGbieGvpmAy6Wftl_4_IAYgrx4-IDaWzas54ov2Zy2QjldHeS-tCKYFAmfKVf/s600/8393d1a4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="552" data-original-width="600" height="401" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtB2Pqp-L1lL0I6PLtqtHauGszH98oazxO8l5uHLW9z3P7SNpQTe5Acr3PaGZ4IAWkAIm3rbiZKRydpjsdq6h7CzhbDDZhjhdcUt3iVgFkdCLhAR9f8ws3ADMY671vw2RIGbieGvpmAy6Wftl_4_IAYgrx4-IDaWzas54ov2Zy2QjldHeS-tCKYFAmfKVf/w561-h401/8393d1a4.jpg" width="561" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Talvez um dia, para além dos dias,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Encontres o que queres porque o queres.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Então, livre de falsas nostalgias,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Atingirás a perfeição de seres.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Mas pobre sonho o que só quer não tê-lo!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Pobre esperança a de existir somente!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Como quem passa a mão pelo cabelo</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>E em si mesmo se sente diferente,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Como faz mal ao sonho o concebê-lo!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Sossega, coração, contudo! Dorme!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>O sossego não quer razão nem causa.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Quer só a noite plácida e enorme,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>A grande, universal, solene pausa</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Antes que tudo em tudo se transforme".</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Fernando Pessoa</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDTfqfvqkyv2RWXQFbE0gQ7NLNPpulfnzFZQ4AIUdEAHqbeO7lxjrWrDbeMhr3JJuXbjUNsp3dxEFyGIZKTDSqf0-UT6Fhpovv4E_fD21jyLhwmIBrqweEUtwfDf_9PkvZv-JqzZX3U-CNrsGbDXRpLwePEDN-HJ5idpGu0sDLAIOptIebhpjadJKr-R_5/s553/0_c5c69_3227544e_XL.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="553" data-original-width="553" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDTfqfvqkyv2RWXQFbE0gQ7NLNPpulfnzFZQ4AIUdEAHqbeO7lxjrWrDbeMhr3JJuXbjUNsp3dxEFyGIZKTDSqf0-UT6Fhpovv4E_fD21jyLhwmIBrqweEUtwfDf_9PkvZv-JqzZX3U-CNrsGbDXRpLwePEDN-HJ5idpGu0sDLAIOptIebhpjadJKr-R_5/w275-h200/0_c5c69_3227544e_XL.gif" width="275" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-18986934336070005112024-02-29T11:02:00.000-08:002024-02-29T11:02:43.651-08:00QUE EU SEJA LIVRE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk9uleMwr46d3q4i0BHEPXDRnyLIKDQjUbI_Zdb0KL_xhw0a3blp6xm436P678EDhHjuDUwZBuKxno1SbeZ64URt5x6xZxkhHqKSg7-IolxYRnAgZa_oSlazxREAghSAY9Fugts12R3CO0J1XCBqjutBLutWfFbH_86L2Jf2_zM0fbwgfIxsZwIbGS2IIM/s640/86sl29j3fyn1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="640" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk9uleMwr46d3q4i0BHEPXDRnyLIKDQjUbI_Zdb0KL_xhw0a3blp6xm436P678EDhHjuDUwZBuKxno1SbeZ64URt5x6xZxkhHqKSg7-IolxYRnAgZa_oSlazxREAghSAY9Fugts12R3CO0J1XCBqjutBLutWfFbH_86L2Jf2_zM0fbwgfIxsZwIbGS2IIM/w524-h370/86sl29j3fyn1.gif" width="524" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Que eu seja livre de tudo que machuca a Alma,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>das coisas que não me trazem leveza,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>do que vem sem intenção de ficar,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>dos falsos sorrisos,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>do inimigo que me abraça.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Que eu tenha Fé e Coragem de seguir em frente,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>pois sei que o passado não cura.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>E que eu não negue, </i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>em tempo algum,</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>a mão ao outro".</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;">Inês Seibert</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAcT4Eii72VZyFj6nrtnVg_tCfhKpBFvhD6TR0Tpbb47GpGftQAfT39qM-6Z9kmgpb2pRgzqTubROnhWtf5Dgxaakpt3pDdWTmEmnBYlGMQdC21VJARIrJQm0kzwVinwkBGOWhrRxyaYoYEqAY4ovK8gF_-jnYaQmAUNT0jYF0-c_Z6QliryZRy4qIqJq3/s320/0031Y.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAcT4Eii72VZyFj6nrtnVg_tCfhKpBFvhD6TR0Tpbb47GpGftQAfT39qM-6Z9kmgpb2pRgzqTubROnhWtf5Dgxaakpt3pDdWTmEmnBYlGMQdC21VJARIrJQm0kzwVinwkBGOWhrRxyaYoYEqAY4ovK8gF_-jnYaQmAUNT0jYF0-c_Z6QliryZRy4qIqJq3/w208-h272/0031Y.gif" width="208" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-45233030097828194262024-02-27T15:31:00.000-08:002024-02-27T15:31:53.691-08:00EPIGRAMA Nº 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ulnzxP9jTno8ZqhHg5JbjnbzPRAExPmdc7dLAPYtFlixGMoE4WJOO18p8_WBJ5jrC2gg2nuRrs-KS8pzmLDm7DPN4iZwBrf1EtetAeM-HckTqNOxX4YnqDXZncYHP2kyRe35gTD1X_lYT4f49P58pTMOgomdtcK18xvRl-Om4UVOAGs4F_1qKpRrMdiL/s400/17fd333c1d9e79085b5cc675d4f9967d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="593" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ulnzxP9jTno8ZqhHg5JbjnbzPRAExPmdc7dLAPYtFlixGMoE4WJOO18p8_WBJ5jrC2gg2nuRrs-KS8pzmLDm7DPN4iZwBrf1EtetAeM-HckTqNOxX4YnqDXZncYHP2kyRe35gTD1X_lYT4f49P58pTMOgomdtcK18xvRl-Om4UVOAGs4F_1qKpRrMdiL/w486-h593/17fd333c1d9e79085b5cc675d4f9967d.jpg" width="486" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"És precária e veloz, Felicidade.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Custas a vir e, quando vens, não te demoras.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Foste tu que ensinaste aos homens que havia tempo,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>e, para te medir, se inventaram as horas.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Felicidade, és coisa estranha e dolorosa:</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Fizeste para sempre a vida ficar triste:</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Porque um dia se vê que as horas todas passam,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>e um tempo despovoado e profundo, persiste".</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Cecília Meireles</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEWkwNjL8y2RigDuxnCTCbidx1u4f809is4hFKnr66xiqpAsyErR6a5SHp2NXohNoz9oHxAhQXjYGj4m4vb0UNB6xXkrBU9laA3eTd-L0eSPh7SZmncI5AqVjq3LuA49RmkwwNcY2oqwtagOfn6Yu4RuFbQudU0CKDSdEWY8YYM3vCpL6es6biRxPcS2HL/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Tão bom, </i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>quando a Vida </i></b><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>nos levanta </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>da cadeira </i></b><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>e nos faz dançar.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>O ritmo?</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Depende do Dia!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Um passo de cada vez.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Sou aprendiz"!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Inês Seibert</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5neS-LSTsZIrhmB9CeFn8RsdWGqquL-FeZHch4NvTMFmZa9w33hVI9FY40D0LPolCMTVy8n0ybVI-OqvKp4yDoZJdDm_TU5tmscjinxFm9IQwICSP-fUgHIhOgb6iPp45witQ0CbT1VUCKU4W2Zo4BUvDfjh3_OsYcivYiBZp6FMtqwWygAn_bQnoiljf/s960/20264750_1185259141578719_4453617271110510592_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnIYds1yMOWWxh0bLZdf87B-6Pao0KlK6O9CPDdttWzN_BDZD86zJZ29uc6Tye2TIoJEAhMja3B5K4O1ppYYlMp51U0DCG-3_GIKJRLDprPBnyGFvJW8Q5iykX8dEP11Mh6Hmy1omH12tcqtiuSMMsTSsqsDvr2SqxZp8DIOtNIfHy_3s9Isf7x96BUdle/s306/b2b9b92f937a410e513b2205f7722933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="306" data-original-width="236" height="593" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnIYds1yMOWWxh0bLZdf87B-6Pao0KlK6O9CPDdttWzN_BDZD86zJZ29uc6Tye2TIoJEAhMja3B5K4O1ppYYlMp51U0DCG-3_GIKJRLDprPBnyGFvJW8Q5iykX8dEP11Mh6Hmy1omH12tcqtiuSMMsTSsqsDvr2SqxZp8DIOtNIfHy_3s9Isf7x96BUdle/w473-h593/b2b9b92f937a410e513b2205f7722933.jpg" width="473" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxpS9SmrePHeK5S1XSmLuPzL0l5AMK2JaPM0Tc_4JEl1GNXDE0nnx96VxOQJRcf83nh-cSNgDaRPdrCry7zj57e5OV5gHOb8eh21MnBw5RGzBJBofVQ6z9_jvLuV9XpSj5RdpJPukDRWLvb5Uk0GicjENf5Txt15Z8insyW9g4mK_dKfkOtZMhHIPgN5Xq/s207/download%20(8).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Acho maravilhoso perceber o quanto</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> algumas vidas interagem com a nossa de um jeito</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> tão mágico e bonito (...). </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Todo encontro que verdadeiramente nos toca</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> é uma espécie de milagre num mundo </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>de bilhões </i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>de seres humanos. </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>Algumas pessoas a gente nem imaginava </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>que existiam,</i></b><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i> mas, meu Deus, </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>que agrado bom é para a alma descobrir que vivem.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i> Que estão por aqui conosco. </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>Pessoas que fazem muita diferença</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i> na nossa jornada, </i></b><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>com as quais trocamos </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>figurinhas raras para o nosso álbum".</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;">Ana Jácomo</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxpS9SmrePHeK5S1XSmLuPzL0l5AMK2JaPM0Tc_4JEl1GNXDE0nnx96VxOQJRcf83nh-cSNgDaRPdrCry7zj57e5OV5gHOb8eh21MnBw5RGzBJBofVQ6z9_jvLuV9XpSj5RdpJPukDRWLvb5Uk0GicjENf5Txt15Z8insyW9g4mK_dKfkOtZMhHIPgN5Xq/s207/download%20(8).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="360" height="624" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkA73gO1j6ZMXx4LS23yZJ8xWjXjHh2uI1Ivhw5xfqrJA5zZ9AHHl5NL_j5_zsX40PaCBMO1kuq1Rd7qdqJcOKBuYd_bU7RM7CM5Bl0n8j5SJRMFevf7-DFikJ1AF3y0O9-C4EyKRU-gumoH_lT0C2AECba0FlZA5QCAZlPFiZExG6RvEeDC3TUKVhEy8y/w454-h624/29caf18d0f18ca547718b008cdef7893.gif" width="454" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Eu sou feito de</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Sonhos interrompidos</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>detalhes despercebidos</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>amores mal resolvidos</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Sou feito de</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Choros sem ter razão</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>pessoas no coração</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>atos por impulsão</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Sinto falta de</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Lugares que não conheci</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>experiências que não vivi</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>momentos que já esqueci</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Eu sou</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Amor e carinho constante</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>distraída até o bastante</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>não paro por instante</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Já</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Tive noites maldormidas</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>perdi pessoas muito queridas</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>cumpri coisas não prometidas</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Muitas vezes eu</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Desisti sem mesmo tentar</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>pensei em fugir, para não enfrentar</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>sorri para não chorar</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Eu sinto pelas</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Coisas que não mudei</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>amizades que não cultivei</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>aqueles que eu julguei</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>coisas que eu falei</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Tenho saudade</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>De pessoas que fui conhecendo</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>lembranças que fui esquecendo</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>amigos que acabei perdendo</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Mas continuo vivendo e aprendendo".</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Martha Medeiros</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbocbli6EIRJqZ1IFiFLItmPGVh70fIu4g7dJOiqMH50aRrMXIhrQu65cJETd_hwSSP5cXgLJfmoRzqIEe-Vko5P2VIDYAISWlPcfGFaQVZugGtYcz4ldvEZfsWeQKZYw1Q5F5o_71flhi3TlywSJffxUwbQjtNKQEZosrzVBLPZAel7h-0_KTUENaQ0a6/s600/os-mais-lindos-gifs-de-rosas-2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAmSejX4JxcX4A-dXz5PyO43-6VzFZHO5CQ18MUoGluzamdMyR872W3DxH80VcJypTOJ_Xl-2qvoKG_rhmcSFXOtWLrURNqbmarD8Tt-CzmeOQl0yyJkH_wcDg4xpEwBpVlqnS0WV1pCFmufLFF1du1PAlmx1PEifhp3-duAlnwjem3prmsYSO4koxCg86/s320/970252.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="537" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAmSejX4JxcX4A-dXz5PyO43-6VzFZHO5CQ18MUoGluzamdMyR872W3DxH80VcJypTOJ_Xl-2qvoKG_rhmcSFXOtWLrURNqbmarD8Tt-CzmeOQl0yyJkH_wcDg4xpEwBpVlqnS0WV1pCFmufLFF1du1PAlmx1PEifhp3-duAlnwjem3prmsYSO4koxCg86/w531-h537/970252.gif" width="531" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Cansei de ser gente. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Dá muito trabalho marcar presença. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Juntar passado, presente e futuro </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>e misturar limão e açúcar.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> Seria mais fácil se a gente dissesse o que quer, </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>como, de que jeito. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Mas não. Gente nunca faz isso. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Gente como eu espera que o outro </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>saiba-descubra-perceba.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> Gente como você quer se sentir especial. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Por que a gente quer a todo instante </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>saber que é importante? </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Cansei de ser gente. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Sinto que os dias passam, a pele envelhece,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> o coração acumula aprendizado, os pés </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>ficam exaustos no final do dia.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>A vida não para de caminhar para aquele lado. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>No meio disso, eu. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Me perdendo, achando, sobrevivendo. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Porque em alguns dias a gente só sobrevive. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>E eu cansei de ser gente".</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Clarissa Corrêa</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYFnzdztYEfwpbRbLoEPiUMZ5udj8e7NJsheZyuiQVqIyWgUTu-sv2n1DmzbZrjlauNDsCxpblGX0LP2FT5RC7aJE-ez7Eob0k7ceJh-zFXZHZ0ISmlLDetSm89zKl8vB-ZBr_RQlac7nnTeL1Np5ycaILeIvOmZCJ_VUJ2AlGmVbD-7hac1Xt_R9T_mbt/s381/785986ce.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="381" data-original-width="320" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYFnzdztYEfwpbRbLoEPiUMZ5udj8e7NJsheZyuiQVqIyWgUTu-sv2n1DmzbZrjlauNDsCxpblGX0LP2FT5RC7aJE-ez7Eob0k7ceJh-zFXZHZ0ISmlLDetSm89zKl8vB-ZBr_RQlac7nnTeL1Np5ycaILeIvOmZCJ_VUJ2AlGmVbD-7hac1Xt_R9T_mbt/w231-h242/785986ce.gif" width="231" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-59392853092262558392024-02-12T10:20:00.000-08:002024-02-12T10:20:05.331-08:00AGIR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWfjA2csXF3ZzD8TZQBSsnAs1AmUuDjBFTjvvVyZE0Z4vVeArRxmeJb6EVV7lXB925NRcQFFCzS_68RHDOspMySSTFTnYSE-CR07BGDKOMJZYd7hYWCPtsvhNbeD3jyNsEpSe4J_bJKWlBtrTaDUnTjgQhZwWQ-eo3fI_JelXcRCdmia5ne3FxT8qjatf8/s426/ROSAGIF.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="426" data-original-width="426" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWfjA2csXF3ZzD8TZQBSsnAs1AmUuDjBFTjvvVyZE0Z4vVeArRxmeJb6EVV7lXB925NRcQFFCzS_68RHDOspMySSTFTnYSE-CR07BGDKOMJZYd7hYWCPtsvhNbeD3jyNsEpSe4J_bJKWlBtrTaDUnTjgQhZwWQ-eo3fI_JelXcRCdmia5ne3FxT8qjatf8/w522-h426/ROSAGIF.gif" width="522" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Agir, eis a inteligência verdadeira. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Serei o que quiser. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Mas tenho que querer o que for. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>O êxito está em ter êxito</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>e não em ter condições de êxito. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Condições de palácio tem qualquer terra larga,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> mas onde estará o palácio se não o fizerem ali"?</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Fernando Pessoa</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqdmi69_vlwKR0d70D6jQYQ6ZqFhnd2sewnW-FjRErwy7I_V3DQLGYGG_aIBnfZWrOOGGelBzJM_ZFxD3y-JOa3lk-PcCrcfQ0xm5OD83TrXNxM42B9sZS9DWNdx3_8GRSrtRRSa6NgVyOCGQ0KwBjuB6O_gKoWPNhsYyWxK7QfzR3CC8HecsqBKGbFal/s500/rosalilas.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="430" data-original-width="500" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqdmi69_vlwKR0d70D6jQYQ6ZqFhnd2sewnW-FjRErwy7I_V3DQLGYGG_aIBnfZWrOOGGelBzJM_ZFxD3y-JOa3lk-PcCrcfQ0xm5OD83TrXNxM42B9sZS9DWNdx3_8GRSrtRRSa6NgVyOCGQ0KwBjuB6O_gKoWPNhsYyWxK7QfzR3CC8HecsqBKGbFal/w254-h171/rosalilas.gif" width="254" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-59656541906590912822024-02-11T05:15:00.000-08:002024-02-11T05:16:12.498-08:00QUANDO A GENTE SABE O QUE QUER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi23EPk63NKxLTaKuevaopYvMsrek045Ys77C4iCDO9N80AO5fpnizdf0HH0SomRldSwVhmNIrbm4fz8jiygcN1rcQ9yHndL1w55_erllJdHIKM9XpU00qGyoIuFmptPjEiO-Ri5Pd7cqL-UwcQz2ZteqZ2TRYf9dwQ-_pPuP61CTQ0lCq2FAmId5bPDrz1/s394/0_bf688_d3d1918f_L.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="394" data-original-width="346" height="546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi23EPk63NKxLTaKuevaopYvMsrek045Ys77C4iCDO9N80AO5fpnizdf0HH0SomRldSwVhmNIrbm4fz8jiygcN1rcQ9yHndL1w55_erllJdHIKM9XpU00qGyoIuFmptPjEiO-Ri5Pd7cqL-UwcQz2ZteqZ2TRYf9dwQ-_pPuP61CTQ0lCq2FAmId5bPDrz1/w474-h546/0_bf688_d3d1918f_L.gif" width="474" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"quando a gente realmente sabe </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>o que quer </i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>a vida passa a fazer sentido.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Os caminhos surgem...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Os sorrisos se abrem.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>quando a gente realmente sabe</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> o que quer </i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>nossa alma encontra a paz...</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>as dúvidas não assustam...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>as barreiras desaparecem.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>quando a gente realmente sabe</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> o que quer...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>o outro dia não custa a chegar...</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>o dia dá a mão para a noite...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>e a gente ensaia um passo.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>quando a gente realmente sabe</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> o que quer, </i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>não temos medo de dançar."</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;">Clarissa Corrêa</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEk7ikM5owPXmDQl-RB2I79SvCgt_6_sH5TTfbc0OVEv1YOcZM34GyCjJ4sYGGJyFEiOmECdI8jZQOzTMIXZXDfumKIJAa4Yo4ZwdOetJbwEi1mxfI4C23xJY7eKXo9SReIeUQMKiS8jpK_wwtKkKNsDo1-qH0s5aAGwkjN__iRxeNq4fSv-acXPt2IPAJ/s655/11147096_1062314507115984_6841941324558177999_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="655" data-original-width="552" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEk7ikM5owPXmDQl-RB2I79SvCgt_6_sH5TTfbc0OVEv1YOcZM34GyCjJ4sYGGJyFEiOmECdI8jZQOzTMIXZXDfumKIJAa4Yo4ZwdOetJbwEi1mxfI4C23xJY7eKXo9SReIeUQMKiS8jpK_wwtKkKNsDo1-qH0s5aAGwkjN__iRxeNq4fSv-acXPt2IPAJ/w234-h200/11147096_1062314507115984_6841941324558177999_n.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-38918526329392196302024-02-09T05:25:00.000-08:002024-02-09T05:25:56.335-08:00QUE A GENTE<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMVk82qNT9lx4Qh5NPYOVf90sxDCSKiin27jG_tjcsznJfNjPj-dCJpW6aIAOHmK5gEZ3sHDNJDgxwM5ax_7I1rYz86UBJGiC6FG96eIa4HC0M1gO65OBaqLKSm-sAp3zu0rlcUU4pd-ph3GWLiYuKFILjgmW-EbsvDY62LYY7vVuIGcG3_M4vd_4kPy1K/s567/9c3a5cd349df71f6d3ab4e26c61969fc.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="567" data-original-width="319" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMVk82qNT9lx4Qh5NPYOVf90sxDCSKiin27jG_tjcsznJfNjPj-dCJpW6aIAOHmK5gEZ3sHDNJDgxwM5ax_7I1rYz86UBJGiC6FG96eIa4HC0M1gO65OBaqLKSm-sAp3zu0rlcUU4pd-ph3GWLiYuKFILjgmW-EbsvDY62LYY7vVuIGcG3_M4vd_4kPy1K/w416-h432/9c3a5cd349df71f6d3ab4e26c61969fc.gif" width="416" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Que a gente reconheça o poder do outro,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> sem esquecer do nosso.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Que as mentiras alheias não confundam</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> as nossas verdades, mesmo que as mentiras </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>e as verdades sejam impermanentes.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Que friagem nenhuma seja capaz de encabular </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>o nosso calor mais bonito.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Que, mesmo quando estivermos doendo, </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>não percamos de vista nem de sonho a ideia da alegria.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Tomara que apesar dos apesares todos, </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>a gente continue tendo valentia suficiente</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> para não abrir mão de se sentir feliz".</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Ana Jácomo</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Ver-se como prioridade </i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>não é egoísmo.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>É preciso preencher </i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>todos os espaços</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i> da alma </i></b><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>com amor...</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>positividade...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>e paz, </i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>pois, gente oca </i></b><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>não tem </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>nada </i></b><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>para oferecer".</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;">Inês Seibert</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizFhHTkhYeh0Gul63zaYv2VJKREo4pOQ_tm5sbcZ38R41HYpxXrOTUef1vevhqZYwOq2i1G-Jdp7C_j1AAMbOKWCgDUNaR6wkzL7GLPmqbOTmJVuoHyZ8XdZcv3K2nuroMhXcHBiowN0BY6yKnOIXKmlLnQyNYvx6-zC1Mr8258eg1XXwnlf6GcdO1tsOR/s500/flores-4.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="500" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizFhHTkhYeh0Gul63zaYv2VJKREo4pOQ_tm5sbcZ38R41HYpxXrOTUef1vevhqZYwOq2i1G-Jdp7C_j1AAMbOKWCgDUNaR6wkzL7GLPmqbOTmJVuoHyZ8XdZcv3K2nuroMhXcHBiowN0BY6yKnOIXKmlLnQyNYvx6-zC1Mr8258eg1XXwnlf6GcdO1tsOR/w243-h161/flores-4.gif" width="243" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-63604532190202123192024-02-03T12:33:00.000-08:002024-02-03T12:33:06.385-08:00TENHO FASCÍNIO PELAS RETICÊNCIAS<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPiONx3vPNGfq8u1ZIj0mW_VHUunQgLZdJ8EbxJL7pHfkZqlh9bWHgt_9IEWA5Nbqjr5Pgc3ZHU88Tp3gFP7IeFmG7RtbgWPEk5RMsoy35ifStlMyVTWuw-Bx16Y5HN_ORIbZOm1C3sVXxdyqic-UFWXENDzfWQQxkm7BomutKyIOQCYz8_ToMtORJ4LsQ/s400/mulhervestido.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" height="435" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPiONx3vPNGfq8u1ZIj0mW_VHUunQgLZdJ8EbxJL7pHfkZqlh9bWHgt_9IEWA5Nbqjr5Pgc3ZHU88Tp3gFP7IeFmG7RtbgWPEk5RMsoy35ifStlMyVTWuw-Bx16Y5HN_ORIbZOm1C3sVXxdyqic-UFWXENDzfWQQxkm7BomutKyIOQCYz8_ToMtORJ4LsQ/w498-h435/mulhervestido.gif" width="498" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Tenho fascínio </i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>pelas reticências...</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Me fazem acreditar que </i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>não acabou...</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>que o Tempo é o senhor</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>de todas as curas...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>que podemos olhar além</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>do infinito.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>E que, enquanto meu coração </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>bater forte,</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>posso sonhar,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>pois, </i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>o ponto final cabe</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>somente a Deus".</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Inês Seibert</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5zMNB_nGQ_6qpKm54rtetO_gm1NElEKdCzbIITjjSITKIznveOr4TyENHryEg6WnPOQyE90ghxoNk-3BZbG-Dam-iJnEoTatyDPxFbuYBFTY_VXASIK26tcAA6-Rnnvm_l5kKzDMQRBAKiIz1_6nKRMA4tdXbeVboWwJSGdXPOJtaDRhNxVqwhZyZEOiF/s619/flowers-12.gif" imageanchor="1" style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="350" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5zMNB_nGQ_6qpKm54rtetO_gm1NElEKdCzbIITjjSITKIznveOr4TyENHryEg6WnPOQyE90ghxoNk-3BZbG-Dam-iJnEoTatyDPxFbuYBFTY_VXASIK26tcAA6-Rnnvm_l5kKzDMQRBAKiIz1_6nKRMA4tdXbeVboWwJSGdXPOJtaDRhNxVqwhZyZEOiF/w181-h243/flowers-12.gif" width="181" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-39727920791597869612024-02-02T05:22:00.000-08:002024-02-02T05:22:53.885-08:00A GENTE PRECISA<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOx1Hd3IMBNl8v9l_xvk1Iyq-P4gnaSRTUOWdJmDD8FMZ5WiGO0UvhnAVYJenquWvjAGSj1Nv2Cy1eqKHqFlBbjivTdrzuxhuDBc7Khf0tjxsszDjHTLXIoMik-h2mzWg4d1WQn4O-RzXWpshzVqzJJp3fLuzPYbWIx9AmGFPRyTcYGh19DzWG98lvz5CF/s500/3972613_d68dd.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="374" data-original-width="500" height="342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOx1Hd3IMBNl8v9l_xvk1Iyq-P4gnaSRTUOWdJmDD8FMZ5WiGO0UvhnAVYJenquWvjAGSj1Nv2Cy1eqKHqFlBbjivTdrzuxhuDBc7Khf0tjxsszDjHTLXIoMik-h2mzWg4d1WQn4O-RzXWpshzVqzJJp3fLuzPYbWIx9AmGFPRyTcYGh19DzWG98lvz5CF/w489-h342/3972613_d68dd.gif" width="489" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"A gente precisa é de um olhar fresco,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> que não envelhece, apesar de tudo o que já viu. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>É de um amor que não enruga, apesar </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>das memórias todas na pele da alma. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>A gente precisa é deixar de ser sobrevivente</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> para, finalmente, viver".</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Ana Jácomo</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_6nBR_lad0lG8t5aUcpEBgwkV33RG7KEAHmQF9ZHebL6wWkobsiFA8N8tn7ZdjIgabTEFhexHazoe9iQ7k5h5WQPvqCDgpC5F9E6BXLuHR9IebQGy0No5rTvspOwidiQxmCkQn-8mSIVi8QhPZJZ7ocWDOLKpp2aQCRPexuO7hKdIGTLUvhkp-vvTueki/s401/gifs-de-flores-se-abrindo-1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="401" data-original-width="346" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_6nBR_lad0lG8t5aUcpEBgwkV33RG7KEAHmQF9ZHebL6wWkobsiFA8N8tn7ZdjIgabTEFhexHazoe9iQ7k5h5WQPvqCDgpC5F9E6BXLuHR9IebQGy0No5rTvspOwidiQxmCkQn-8mSIVi8QhPZJZ7ocWDOLKpp2aQCRPexuO7hKdIGTLUvhkp-vvTueki/w228-h223/gifs-de-flores-se-abrindo-1.gif" width="228" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-75474357514660009312024-01-28T05:00:00.000-08:002024-01-28T05:00:39.843-08:00NÃO TENHO MAIS PRESSA<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydGLfX4gb4v9Bm4vZqfcDS36apwOTjCFcMlscu4YKxjwo61L-RJaWGophLEX4vtoyXnf6o57vCO0xk6MjNthJIFIWVuNdvBcZ2uzjsVJqEyEMCA1qkAHAc4zdCao9oGIrD9nz4BmKPg7JnNuYNKRMJt7u4icIzk7g2IJu4Fq8KcIkdfVwUaQMCT18w0wj/s300/mulheragua.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="300" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydGLfX4gb4v9Bm4vZqfcDS36apwOTjCFcMlscu4YKxjwo61L-RJaWGophLEX4vtoyXnf6o57vCO0xk6MjNthJIFIWVuNdvBcZ2uzjsVJqEyEMCA1qkAHAc4zdCao9oGIrD9nz4BmKPg7JnNuYNKRMJt7u4icIzk7g2IJu4Fq8KcIkdfVwUaQMCT18w0wj/w509-h327/mulheragua.gif" width="509" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Não tenho mais tanta pressa.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> Comecei a aprender a ser mais gentil</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> com o meu passo. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Afinal, não há lugar algum para chegar</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>além de mim.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Eu sou a viajante e a viagem".</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Ana Jácom</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180; font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9q3OL0ubY3b8nBhA_D4pjc4DlS-qtHrQDKh3dhxUmP3zjNM50PzC2xY4yS5xQ0w6DfLfrcJ3kkWyAPPuwBDkQvKCn89tgjPdyM8wTaCU_JLsV_wLPRmveBgNF5jOzdoNeQ6Dsvr4-Oc6KANj8-Ag0wspcz7Rn6cUnp5bDha0l5EMr3zoXBiS52dyj6t_/s619/flowers-12.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="350" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9q3OL0ubY3b8nBhA_D4pjc4DlS-qtHrQDKh3dhxUmP3zjNM50PzC2xY4yS5xQ0w6DfLfrcJ3kkWyAPPuwBDkQvKCn89tgjPdyM8wTaCU_JLsV_wLPRmveBgNF5jOzdoNeQ6Dsvr4-Oc6KANj8-Ag0wspcz7Rn6cUnp5bDha0l5EMr3zoXBiS52dyj6t_/w181-h259/flowers-12.gif" width="181" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-28742194201029532372024-01-26T10:16:00.000-08:002024-01-26T10:16:14.518-08:00QUANDO ME OLHO NO ESPELHO<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqlOWRpJKfpQguChPeplAoqInmrJinOViP91Yfaibk34QQUKZ6jHBuK1rvlQoP8fFdD_OoBqbVmMb2S9ugYSZ2TjtXlsLIstdrsJG4vpj6wPOO6obFjeJUCFvsuj1glfe6KbJVsu78GGYpDmWTtZKr2Lj6LQjcapVWU4xdaoSlTJyR49Wn6t0JyXtbj2jO/s500/tumblr_lqcr03AuFb1r0xu42o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="500" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqlOWRpJKfpQguChPeplAoqInmrJinOViP91Yfaibk34QQUKZ6jHBuK1rvlQoP8fFdD_OoBqbVmMb2S9ugYSZ2TjtXlsLIstdrsJG4vpj6wPOO6obFjeJUCFvsuj1glfe6KbJVsu78GGYpDmWTtZKr2Lj6LQjcapVWU4xdaoSlTJyR49Wn6t0JyXtbj2jO/s320/tumblr_lqcr03AuFb1r0xu42o1_500.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><i><br /></i></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmVIkvYvJ1uDMFXPTryoE7ngviXZriXG1wBYShA_6ns-YmlwA-7OpXFjOn_opedpLnPEALp9wwtRhbJghVGexbpWGzer3g6n7F7D48Qg2v-xURPm7HeQ6gRuf-hkyVw5kNpjQX__cXUvZpAzpRbOXt0pZNP8j1G2jcx8MvonmZ9CQek3ujCKSg77pkMtXD/s500/tumblr_lqcr03AuFb1r0xu42o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="500" height="374" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmVIkvYvJ1uDMFXPTryoE7ngviXZriXG1wBYShA_6ns-YmlwA-7OpXFjOn_opedpLnPEALp9wwtRhbJghVGexbpWGzer3g6n7F7D48Qg2v-xURPm7HeQ6gRuf-hkyVw5kNpjQX__cXUvZpAzpRbOXt0pZNP8j1G2jcx8MvonmZ9CQek3ujCKSg77pkMtXD/w564-h374/tumblr_lqcr03AuFb1r0xu42o1_500.gif" width="564" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Quando me surpreendo ao fundo</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> do espelho assusto-me. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Mal posso acreditar que tenho limites, </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>que sou recortada e definida.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> Sinto-me espalhada no ar, pensando dentro</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> das criaturas, vivendo nas coisas além de mim mesma.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> Quando me surpreendo ao espelho </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>não me assusto porque me ache feia ou bonita.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> É que me descubro de outra qualidade. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Depois de não me ver há muito quase esqueço</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> que sou humana, esqueço meu passado</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> e sou com a mesma libertação de fim </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>e de </i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>consciência quanto uma coisa apenas viva. </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>Também me surpreende, os olhos abertos</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i> para o espelho pálido, de que haja tanta coisa</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i> em mim além do conhecido,</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i> tanta coisa sempre silenciosa."</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;">Clarice Lispector</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVznB3qXqEV5kmDiOBJIZpM8-Nnu_3k4U1p6JWaMiAKcNAtb4pS3hQtWejDI9rEH90tHx64aJOyFZvLWHiv4m2q5hcyQmDbdZu6OCsYIaqHtKFYATu0R0F7KdzNpER-f1uECB6mPHDoO3ZhgpZDPhyphenhyphenqAmElxdNYfUU0o9aXKq53Bv4hl8ip4mu8yR9d02/s280/gifs-de-rosas-vermelhas-se-abrindo-18.gif" imageanchor="1" style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="224" data-original-width="280" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVznB3qXqEV5kmDiOBJIZpM8-Nnu_3k4U1p6JWaMiAKcNAtb4pS3hQtWejDI9rEH90tHx64aJOyFZvLWHiv4m2q5hcyQmDbdZu6OCsYIaqHtKFYATu0R0F7KdzNpER-f1uECB6mPHDoO3ZhgpZDPhyphenhyphenqAmElxdNYfUU0o9aXKq53Bv4hl8ip4mu8yR9d02/w248-h172/gifs-de-rosas-vermelhas-se-abrindo-18.gif" width="248" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-39519865599292549092024-01-24T13:04:00.000-08:002024-01-24T13:04:17.137-08:00QUE...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3nTnEg8haM58vFZ-_Jm9ZpN5niTLBJY2wgXFYzOV2jEFSj9O5JJQywM9-1uhg5_W-Ci8Ptez6ytujBjVQ3HGhRhZ_B3SHHZVjTQNMD668fZn29WsReCpEb3TZsa-WnuxySyX38nPYjVjnsP4yFqTr78mCNG57uhF_ZW1FC8k8bSgimYYhFA9jm6Q3w0aZ/s395/988634_609721939061124_765560314_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="395" data-original-width="335" height="521" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3nTnEg8haM58vFZ-_Jm9ZpN5niTLBJY2wgXFYzOV2jEFSj9O5JJQywM9-1uhg5_W-Ci8Ptez6ytujBjVQ3HGhRhZ_B3SHHZVjTQNMD668fZn29WsReCpEb3TZsa-WnuxySyX38nPYjVjnsP4yFqTr78mCNG57uhF_ZW1FC8k8bSgimYYhFA9jm6Q3w0aZ/w508-h521/988634_609721939061124_765560314_n.jpg" width="508" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Que as mentiras alheias não confundam </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>as nossas verdades. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Que friagem nenhuma seja capaz de encabular </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>o nosso calor mais bonito.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> Que, mesmo quando estivermos doendo, </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>não percamos de vista nem de sonho</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> a ideia da alegria. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Que apesar dos apesares, a gente continue</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> tendo valentia suficiente para não abrir</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> mão de se sentir feliz".</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Ana Jacomo</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEityzfAuj0-ihBw885O33RQJtxlJPaEjHI5POtKNL8Kt5LNzeftaHWXXKBRLMYwfrtaL4SNV2cE0CUhOWhX2o-I6EXRfJThntszs1KWyepHfod24TEZoaRsoXJuICxgA56Gr0tI9OSIljd1WJJQZLL00qGIAmrfIx_QOZCFik3rr9iz5l1-mM5mSLpyxuHp/s400/1010141_844189655595335_1777521551_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="379" data-original-width="400" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEityzfAuj0-ihBw885O33RQJtxlJPaEjHI5POtKNL8Kt5LNzeftaHWXXKBRLMYwfrtaL4SNV2cE0CUhOWhX2o-I6EXRfJThntszs1KWyepHfod24TEZoaRsoXJuICxgA56Gr0tI9OSIljd1WJJQZLL00qGIAmrfIx_QOZCFik3rr9iz5l1-mM5mSLpyxuHp/w280-h252/1010141_844189655595335_1777521551_n.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-13135867555670438072024-01-11T11:58:00.000-08:002024-01-11T11:58:43.416-08:00NÃO SOU COMPLETA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9eUNViEE5EOVX8ny3M7iIbtY0kt1YUGtkqjt0nUBdltpV8PKgGHtqQOI3LUvXXVoTYl_vgXrsIgvw0YBcN2bgzeBCECky0-9QdxLyu-sFaZZ3Dnkvua-G5tqWfL94RGjdlyVwtEbNBgr1SYrlyw50WxzdrwjXS_814k7iZ_3Z3E7hwYVJTxVEn0gcwDr/s400/1010141_844189655595335_1777521551_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="379" data-original-width="400" height="419" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9eUNViEE5EOVX8ny3M7iIbtY0kt1YUGtkqjt0nUBdltpV8PKgGHtqQOI3LUvXXVoTYl_vgXrsIgvw0YBcN2bgzeBCECky0-9QdxLyu-sFaZZ3Dnkvua-G5tqWfL94RGjdlyVwtEbNBgr1SYrlyw50WxzdrwjXS_814k7iZ_3Z3E7hwYVJTxVEn0gcwDr/w478-h419/1010141_844189655595335_1777521551_n.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"(...)Mas não sou completa, não.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Completa lembra realizada.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Realizada é acabada.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Acabada é o que não se renova a cada instante</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> da vida e do mundo.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Eu vivo me completando...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> mas falta um bocado".</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Clarice Lispector</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOdyEWCn6GCIbhsYCyvbzzxH2XttSziTxUBMCN3X4mnXKvPEkub8w7p3Y6IUEVGudTIeNnl90713YYuluuwdsMl31kyCgfTOqIWSuE-iSCGQ7187-CeW2ihtl3Qk2CKOLKcq9qWn4pCV1FFvIk_hBz2eDeBoojsu-ogqQb3VRpiv4woMZiH7Es3YuvXnuo/s400/1055482.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="225" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOdyEWCn6GCIbhsYCyvbzzxH2XttSziTxUBMCN3X4mnXKvPEkub8w7p3Y6IUEVGudTIeNnl90713YYuluuwdsMl31kyCgfTOqIWSuE-iSCGQ7187-CeW2ihtl3Qk2CKOLKcq9qWn4pCV1FFvIk_hBz2eDeBoojsu-ogqQb3VRpiv4woMZiH7Es3YuvXnuo/w158-h241/1055482.gif" width="158" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-3790843002857892202024-01-10T15:02:00.000-08:002024-01-10T15:02:39.167-08:00NO MEU CORAÇÃO, EU PERDOO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfnEr0TYeKQzawQuhpS8VZzvWGMFabXBErpkhmgFItq2QrsBkFPSdNBV4r9Z9ZZqd9JGm5qhT-GzF8QZyaJypJtsbRaHFKwlJOq8zgBDju_F2pycWL5VuPV9gcHErZMcXOjm7OSk7Wb8r_wPemVgd1D6vIkgbkRsZrUmk6hZKQwc2mcaxM2wNrsHW1PVjY/s320/553009_631058213582549_440391310_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="313" data-original-width="320" height="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfnEr0TYeKQzawQuhpS8VZzvWGMFabXBErpkhmgFItq2QrsBkFPSdNBV4r9Z9ZZqd9JGm5qhT-GzF8QZyaJypJtsbRaHFKwlJOq8zgBDju_F2pycWL5VuPV9gcHErZMcXOjm7OSk7Wb8r_wPemVgd1D6vIkgbkRsZrUmk6hZKQwc2mcaxM2wNrsHW1PVjY/w502-h507/553009_631058213582549_440391310_n.jpg" width="502" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>“No meu coração, eu me perdoo pelas</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> bobagens </i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>desastrosas que fiz.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Pelas escolhas equivocadas, das quais eu me</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> arrependo à beça.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Por ter ferido lindezas, sem querer.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Por ter deixado ir embora gente querida </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>que adorei ter conhecido.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>No meu coração, eu me perdoo pelas vezes em</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> que dei tanto poder ao outro e esqueci o meu.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Por deixar roubarem, sem compaixão,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> os meus lápis de cor preferidos.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Por chamar de amor o que contraria a essência dele...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>A cara dele...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>A luz que ele tem.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>No meu coração, eu me perdoo por não </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>ter dito o que certamente hoje eu diria.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Por não ter tido sensibilidade para compreender</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> preciosidades que me foram ditas sem palavras.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Por me faltar em instantes em </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>que precisei tanto de mim.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Por, às vezes, faltar ao outro,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> quando ele mais precisava.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>No meu coração, eu me perdoo por demorar </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>tanto a descobrir o que mais me importava.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Por em tantos momentos dar prioridade </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>ao que não merecia.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Pelas vezes em que agi de modo tão </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>contraditório </i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>às minhas próprias crenças.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Pelos momentos em que permiti que fizessem</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> bagunça com o que era tão precioso.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Foi por medo...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> Ingenuidade...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> Ignorância...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> Confusão.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Lá, era tudo que eu sabia. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Lá, era tudo que eu podia.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Aprendiz, eu me abençoo, no meu coração.”</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Ana Jácomo</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG3wOo3jLJ7i2mCxPqAvcTNkJNtpl4kvPtMvrd4uMJfWS2ub3RARGORSZJl-fn3mUNuO_fC173Bn5pSGKV_BSVAw0CSkvo4mHQZyl7pHEVzcEbDzEEKdQ8020mbcUKEFkcgP_Zl5TvoopW3pfZveDGUWDZwph4cc_FNd65QhyphenhyphenzOmd_4temZDBAoSbvjDwJ/s403/563219_844359358911698_1131011743_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="403" data-original-width="403" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG3wOo3jLJ7i2mCxPqAvcTNkJNtpl4kvPtMvrd4uMJfWS2ub3RARGORSZJl-fn3mUNuO_fC173Bn5pSGKV_BSVAw0CSkvo4mHQZyl7pHEVzcEbDzEEKdQ8020mbcUKEFkcgP_Zl5TvoopW3pfZveDGUWDZwph4cc_FNd65QhyphenhyphenzOmd_4temZDBAoSbvjDwJ/w250-h219/563219_844359358911698_1131011743_n.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-72752588541248438032024-01-07T04:21:00.000-08:002024-01-07T04:21:03.585-08:00O SONHO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKHIEmQODNmf7Zv-rHmwZtnufBoudKOgwGo0BAB2XZDu7FK1wjJnX_UBOVuBKTEnd-lZYhmEq4BCGGu8jZ7xV7PLoNEA7POcjqjO0cWqddnK_tj3OzYMS4Zznzrf1463xy0Qb0Q32Xk6AamTu4CSioUEtGNsFMMs8ajzy433sSplwetwht_rdGGPBdYsE/s500/7519084_b6e37.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKHIEmQODNmf7Zv-rHmwZtnufBoudKOgwGo0BAB2XZDu7FK1wjJnX_UBOVuBKTEnd-lZYhmEq4BCGGu8jZ7xV7PLoNEA7POcjqjO0cWqddnK_tj3OzYMS4Zznzrf1463xy0Qb0Q32Xk6AamTu4CSioUEtGNsFMMs8ajzy433sSplwetwht_rdGGPBdYsE/w517-h530/7519084_b6e37.gif" width="517" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">"Sonhe com aquilo que você quer ser,</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">porque você possui apenas uma vida</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">e nela só se tem uma chance</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">de fazer aquilo que quer.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">Tenha felicidade bastante para fazê-la doce.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">Dificuldades para fazê-la forte.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">Tristeza para fazê-la humana.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">E esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">As pessoas mais felizes não tem as melhores coisas.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">Elas sabem fazer o melhor das oportunidades</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">que aparecem em seus caminhos.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">Para aqueles que se machucam</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">E para aqueles que reconhecem </span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">a importância</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"> das pessoas que passaram por suas vidas".</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;">Desconheço a autoria</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHedMBPvq3s5eI8sWNTOGa3m040j5hTMHOnoO9L9d6to2kEdPXBTTGecKgV9pNGoX5LC9ZWjCf3GCUJp9CxK95M-Tdw6gku14Ky6SqyJY3_gj72u0OYbsBqzDEMP8e_pCsc2yNoPC3ci28QF3p9GdlN7HWuTU9-xXowQ1OMgYp0LU4Hl36RODIWJK-ND7/s640/86sl29j3fyn1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="640" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHedMBPvq3s5eI8sWNTOGa3m040j5hTMHOnoO9L9d6to2kEdPXBTTGecKgV9pNGoX5LC9ZWjCf3GCUJp9CxK95M-Tdw6gku14Ky6SqyJY3_gj72u0OYbsBqzDEMP8e_pCsc2yNoPC3ci28QF3p9GdlN7HWuTU9-xXowQ1OMgYp0LU4Hl36RODIWJK-ND7/w270-h157/86sl29j3fyn1.gif" width="270" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-31157461472816565482024-01-03T12:40:00.000-08:002024-01-03T12:40:03.884-08:00TEM DIA...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT_QTwWWG_x7eFIR_vZusinfS-AI2ImJ8NHOSwFWTONB_jhDFenZzWVQtK1r9QVyBSIegqNi2ZkvLmWoMV0zq2Bss64jyjcToZV3J3Czq-HIHHe6M0PXviAqRWlBvqWCR3gqNj69ijEVgO9lbjxnd0tqZIuw4S5Zosi9CxopCbpDotLgDIGM8nJqKsUnPd/s628/T_EC-Z.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="614" data-original-width="628" height="489" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT_QTwWWG_x7eFIR_vZusinfS-AI2ImJ8NHOSwFWTONB_jhDFenZzWVQtK1r9QVyBSIegqNi2ZkvLmWoMV0zq2Bss64jyjcToZV3J3Czq-HIHHe6M0PXviAqRWlBvqWCR3gqNj69ijEVgO9lbjxnd0tqZIuw4S5Zosi9CxopCbpDotLgDIGM8nJqKsUnPd/w487-h489/T_EC-Z.gif" width="487" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Tem dia que bate uma tristeza grandona, </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>uma vontade de ficar bem quietinho,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> onde os ruídos do mundo não possam </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>encontrar a gente.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> ...É sim!!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Tem dia que dor antiga dá as caras, </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>que lágrima desliza volumosa, que tudo nos parece </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>mais difícil do que realmente é e as saudades</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> parecem ocupar todo o território do peito. ...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>É sim!!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Tem dia que a respiração é áspera. ...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Que o sorriso mingua. ..</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Que chove à beça por dentro....</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Que o coração fica todo apertado. ..</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Que a coragem cochila um pouco. ..</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>É sim.!!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Tem dia que a alma precisa de colo.”</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Desconheço a autoria</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnKky1ltqV61K-I6davM4rUpHFnF-olUkYuAR35dWosdetJiRlIh6ZaU-NbMR-bG9eBxIu1lXGOM5AZuGVtnEg29j57LOzzRDtbA4cvtcjevfQ_-FflHtSWYBe4JVI8yVvx0COGz8h7yrqrNnTszh4P3_Kz0g1HJ_lyrk7AJudQpK53WQ2Eqz5L_PIYi3E/s300/scrapeenet_20130509102024319xdp.gif" imageanchor="1" style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="300" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnKky1ltqV61K-I6davM4rUpHFnF-olUkYuAR35dWosdetJiRlIh6ZaU-NbMR-bG9eBxIu1lXGOM5AZuGVtnEg29j57LOzzRDtbA4cvtcjevfQ_-FflHtSWYBe4JVI8yVvx0COGz8h7yrqrNnTszh4P3_Kz0g1HJ_lyrk7AJudQpK53WQ2Eqz5L_PIYi3E/w269-h208/scrapeenet_20130509102024319xdp.gif" width="269" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Vera Lúciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300375485053764060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2719664786865359260.post-45703354973765283612024-01-01T09:24:00.000-08:002024-01-01T09:24:52.536-08:00DE REPENTE<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8nUb8inKpo7ZFasEem2MQu8uYeX_hKu_ZoWD8456bfQEn0xKtsv4arTKObwRSsJL-ZgBWkI-T6ypsv9nx1Z4mfdNtel0KQRh-7w-uzqLL4LyKbK_24yubVZgJH_NXUH4sAoEk8CQuYSxmLxZkW66JFZizdW1r8opknnRBd6tUC_Qfy2oIKjEv-RmQqCm7/s314/73f8e7f94f5d0d548b858e82f7d6ec15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-size: x-large; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="314" data-original-width="236" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8nUb8inKpo7ZFasEem2MQu8uYeX_hKu_ZoWD8456bfQEn0xKtsv4arTKObwRSsJL-ZgBWkI-T6ypsv9nx1Z4mfdNtel0KQRh-7w-uzqLL4LyKbK_24yubVZgJH_NXUH4sAoEk8CQuYSxmLxZkW66JFZizdW1r8opknnRBd6tUC_Qfy2oIKjEv-RmQqCm7/w497-h472/73f8e7f94f5d0d548b858e82f7d6ec15.jpg" width="497" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>"De repente, tudo vai ficando tão simples que assusta.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>A gente vai perdendo as necessidades...</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>vai reduzindo a bagagem...</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>As opiniões dos outros, são realmente dos outros...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> e mesmo que sejam sobre nós, </i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>não tem importância. </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i>Vamos abrindo mão das certezas, pois,</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><i> já não temos certeza de nada.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>E, isso não faz a menor falta. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Paramos de julgar, pois já n</i></b></span><b style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large; font-style: italic;"><i>ão existe certo ou errado</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> e sim a vida que cada um escolheu experimentar.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>Por fim, entendemos que tudo o que importa</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i> é ter paz e sossego, é viver sem medo, é fazer </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>o que alegra o coração naquele momento.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i>E só".</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b><i>Desconheço a autoria</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirvpjDU_yeY8UukWnXE4DSqkgu2FWtN9-6WB9_FL5KpbzQebdVRWE3-8_LrIdqh_Fcn7WuMiaZRj4rZCu6gafHqwL11Vrx9UClB9Cst8NjIScrMQybrtwzWzKzwS_eR2XCyyrgvI2ZdL8Zme8ysMAp5SQVV2dymO42OHTe6CnGIe3lh30OdsAvAtHG2R5C/s236/4ba2cfbce9c80205cc90ba51fac93192.gif" imageanchor="1" style="font-size: x-large; 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