<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798</id><updated>2012-01-27T21:11:01.114Z</updated><category term='desafio'/><category term='musica'/><category term='Reflexão'/><category term='Concurso'/><category term='vida destaque'/><category term='poemas'/><category term='natureza'/><category term='Ferias'/><category term='Verão'/><category term='SOCIEDADE'/><category term='namorados e aniversário'/><category term='Esmeralda'/><category term='aniver´sario'/><category term='ano novo'/><category term='Portugal'/><category term='Alentejo'/><category term='Poema'/><category term='felicidade'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='amor'/><category term='Pensamento'/><category term='Pensamentos'/><category term='mulher'/><category term='VIDA'/><category term='pais e filhos'/><category term='natal'/><category term='Pascoa'/><category term='dia dos namorados'/><category term='Filhos'/><category term='PENSAR'/><category term='aniversário'/><category term='actualidade'/><category term='criança'/><category term='amizade'/><category term='opinião'/><category term='Férias'/><category term='RELACIONAMENTOS'/><category term='verbos'/><title type='text'>SINCERAMENTE ««Sem máscara de cêra»»</title><subtitle type='html'>Eu sou eu. quando tu sorrís. porque sou único e tu também e nisso está a maravilha...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-5008531826749235051</id><published>2011-08-22T10:46:00.020+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T18:31:49.515+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Poema:Antes de Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uE1FaBr3QkA/TlImVCiK2PI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vAl4rsQMgiI/s1600/ef0cfd3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643615425947949298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uE1FaBr3QkA/TlImVCiK2PI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vAl4rsQMgiI/s400/ef0cfd3b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*** .............................................**&lt;/span&gt;ANTES DE MIM**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não...foi antes de mim?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ontem, foi ontem, olhei para ti:&lt;br /&gt;O meu olhar distraído morou em ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, eu não queria, nem sabia&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu só sei que te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;No olhar dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;No andar do teu andar&lt;br /&gt;No perfume que inalei&lt;br /&gt;Na cadência exaltei, exaltado&lt;br /&gt;Na paixão de amor a dançar&lt;br /&gt;No mar de amar dos teus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ontem, foi ontem, olhei para ti:&lt;br /&gt;O meu olhar distraído morou em ti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou foi hoje? Não, foi antes de mim... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-5008531826749235051?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/5008531826749235051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=5008531826749235051&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/5008531826749235051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/5008531826749235051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2011/08/poemaantes-de-mim.html' title='Poema:Antes de Mim'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uE1FaBr3QkA/TlImVCiK2PI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vAl4rsQMgiI/s72-c/ef0cfd3b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-1127509130197126940</id><published>2011-08-08T08:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T09:59:23.024+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Tão perto e não Vês?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Krwtl8eZuUM/Tj-VCTOed_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/E_RrEmt0wDM/s1600/588c26c3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638389125244418034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Krwtl8eZuUM/Tj-VCTOed_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/E_RrEmt0wDM/s400/588c26c3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tão perto e não Vês!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Vende-se encantadora propriedade, onde cantam os pássaros ao amanhecer no extenso arvoredo, cortada por cristalinas e marejantes águas de um ribeirão. A casa, banhada pelo sol nascente oferece a sombra tranquila das tardes, na varanda.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este anuncio foi escrito pelo poeta Olavo Bilac a pedido do amigo, proprietário de um pequeno comércio instalado em sua casa. O homem achava que o seu “bem não não era de grande valor; por isso queria vender para obter uma outra, talvez mais vistosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passaram uns meses, o poeta encontrou o seu amigo, perguntando-lhe se havia vendido o sítio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Nem pensei mais nisso. Quando li o anuncio escrito por si é que percebi o valor e a maravilha do que tinha em casa e não soube valorizar até ao dia em que alguém de fora me abriu os olhos.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quantas vezes, seja no ambito material ou afectivo, não sabemos ver” o, ou os tesouros que temos em casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos aprender a ver sem ser necessário alguém lhe dar mais valor que nós mesmos. Sim, os maiores tesouros que nos rodeiam: Esposa, Esposo, noivo, noiva, amigos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vale a pena pensar nisto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-1127509130197126940?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/1127509130197126940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=1127509130197126940&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1127509130197126940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1127509130197126940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2011/08/tao-perto-e-nao-ves.html' title='Tão perto e não Vês?'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Krwtl8eZuUM/Tj-VCTOed_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/E_RrEmt0wDM/s72-c/588c26c3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-7689887039558964448</id><published>2011-02-22T15:20:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:10:46.571Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>grávido de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRYs9vBWwpw/TWPVybFz6XI/AAAAAAAAAmk/1RLhV8s-qLI/s1600/inception%2Bpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576535825857112434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRYs9vBWwpw/TWPVybFz6XI/AAAAAAAAAmk/1RLhV8s-qLI/s400/inception%2Bpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;**G&lt;/span&gt;rávido de &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;mor&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje, quando acordei, nasci&lt;br /&gt;Estava grávido, de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Senti enjoos na gestação, vivi&lt;br /&gt;Sorri, pejado de fecundidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estar ao teu lado, não chega&lt;br /&gt;Falar de ti, foi, e é, novidade&lt;br /&gt;Inolvidável, nesta madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Entrei em ti; de reciprocidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já "morreste, e eu morri" feliz&lt;br /&gt;Algarismos no par, imparável&lt;br /&gt;Ressurgimos, vivos por um-triz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Sol, veio saudar-nos,e seduz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sonho de amor, insondável&lt;br /&gt;Nasci, no teu olhar feito de luz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-7689887039558964448?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/7689887039558964448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=7689887039558964448&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/7689887039558964448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/7689887039558964448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2011/02/gravido-de-amor.html' title='grávido de amor'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRYs9vBWwpw/TWPVybFz6XI/AAAAAAAAAmk/1RLhV8s-qLI/s72-c/inception%2Bpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-62759215883017254</id><published>2011-02-14T13:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:16:10.706Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Dia dos namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8QVP1Gk0Ako/TVk0lUVETyI/AAAAAAAAAmc/v2xy_cI1m5U/s1600/casal-praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573543829564575522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8QVP1Gk0Ako/TVk0lUVETyI/AAAAAAAAAmc/v2xy_cI1m5U/s400/casal-praia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hoje comemoro mais um aniversário. Estou feliz.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hoje em Portugal é o chamado dia dos namorados.&lt;/span&gt; Só este dia? E os outros dias do ano?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Poema para meu amor:) neste dia tão especial 14/02/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O meu mar de amar está aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Olha o mar; o mar veio...está aos teus pés&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Não, não fui eu que lhe pedi...&lt;br /&gt;Foi o vento do amor que lhe confessou&lt;br /&gt;No dia das viagens, olhou e viu o que eu vi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Verde da floresta no teu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;A doçura do céu no espelho do teu andar&lt;br /&gt;Os riachos cristalinos de água pura beijou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Olha o mar; O mar está aqui; aos teus pés.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Meu mar de amar está aqui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não; não fui eu que lhe pedi...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos caminhar na areia prateada&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dia de caminhar; dia de amar com amor&lt;br /&gt;Dia da Estrêla, mais brilhante ao meio-dia&lt;br /&gt;Noite, onde o Sol acordou - Hoje és Tudo no nada&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, mais do que ontem – Dia de Ser feliz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-62759215883017254?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/62759215883017254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=62759215883017254&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/62759215883017254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/62759215883017254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2011/02/dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Dia dos namorados'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8QVP1Gk0Ako/TVk0lUVETyI/AAAAAAAAAmc/v2xy_cI1m5U/s72-c/casal-praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-6111513133105544673</id><published>2011-01-20T11:34:00.011Z</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:09:30.472Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actualidade'/><title type='text'>Hoje é Dia de ser Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TTgeQQGF14I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xaqNhZXVB_w/s1600/0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564230604163504002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TTgeQQGF14I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xaqNhZXVB_w/s400/0076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pois comerás do trabalho das tuas mãos; feliz serás, e te irá bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/sl/128/2+"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Salmos 128:2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***** *****&lt;/span&gt; *****&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Hoje é dia de ser feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acordar a pensar que temos de ir trabalhar, a alguns de nós- faz-nos fechar o sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vamos alterar o paradigma; é hora de acordar, para sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A oportunidade é só uma. Este dia não se vai repetir. Vamos fazer o sacrifício: Vamos sorrir antes de pensar em não sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não; nem pense em enumerar o que não vai bem. Hoje é dia de, e só, contar o que de tão bom Deus te ofereceu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repito: Nada de pensar no mal. O Bem é bem melhor. O Bem tem de vencer o mal” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, não podes ser um muro de lamentações. Nada de “rabujar” seja pelo que for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje é dia de Sorrir. A verdadeira felicidade nasce dentro de ti. Deus é o que coloca essa semente. Vive um dia de cada vez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tu és especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. As pessoas especiais esquecem os seus problemas e ajudam de coração, o outro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As pessoas especiais são as que tornam a vida mais bela e feliz. Tu és especial.&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hoje é dia de ser feliz&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-6111513133105544673?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/6111513133105544673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=6111513133105544673&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6111513133105544673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6111513133105544673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje-e-dia-de-ser-feliz.html' title='Hoje é Dia de ser Feliz'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TTgeQQGF14I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xaqNhZXVB_w/s72-c/0076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-1819760623208939149</id><published>2011-01-04T10:53:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-04T11:13:18.407Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actualidade'/><title type='text'>A Crise e os nossos "Amores".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TSL-C4SZ5XI/AAAAAAAAAmI/mjG4llbW14s/s1600/00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558284215551386994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TSL-C4SZ5XI/AAAAAAAAAmI/mjG4llbW14s/s400/00045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;****A Crise e os nossos “Amores”.****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os ultímos meses tinham sido muito díficeis para ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Empresário associado da empresa há mais de duas décadas, estava a passar por dificuldades tremendas, jamais vividas em toda a sua vida. Tudo isso refletiasse no aspecto pessoal e familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algumas noites estavam a ser dolorosas; não conseguia adormecer com os pensamentos em catadupa. Todos, nalgum momento, já passámos por isso:tentamos, insistimos e não conseguimos encontrar o interruptor, para desligar a mente e adormecermos apaziguando o sentimento de incerteza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naquela manhã, como sempre, foi levar o filhote” à escola. A presença do filho fazia-lhe tão bem. O menino,tagarela, com as suas conversas animadas, faziam-no esquecer as preocupações que tanto mau estar provocavam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parou o carro junto do portão do estabelecimento de ensino. O pai saiu também do carro. Quando o menino ia para entrar, voltou para traz, abraçou o pai e disse-lhe com uma lágrima a pintar o seu rosto bonito&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;:”Pai, hoje quero ir trabalhar contigo&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/em&gt;continuando a abraçar o seu progenitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No seu intímo de criança soube, mesmo sem o pai falar que algo de preocupante se passava.&lt;br /&gt;O empresário percebeu o que o “filhote” lhe queria dizer. As lágrimas, rebeldes, também escorreram pelo seu rosto. O menino não sabendo como ajudar o seu pai para alegrá-lo pensou que essa seria uma forma de ajudar o coração triste do seu papá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que bela expressão de amor. Quem nos ama e nos conhece mesmo sem palavras, está sempre pronto a ajudar. Porque nos ama. Que diferença fez aquele lindo gesto do filho. Nesse dia o sol brilhou muito mais eficaz. O Sol da esperança. O Sol da alegria. O Sol do ânimo ficou mais constante e real. &lt;strong&gt;O Sol do Amor genuíno, faz toda a &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;diferença&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando acharmos – e é verdade – que a vida é feita de incertezas e que o desespero é nosso vizinho, devemos ficar com uma certeza reconfortante: &lt;strong&gt;Podemos e devemos contar sempre com quem nos ama. &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; Deus, Família e Amigos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-1819760623208939149?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/1819760623208939149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=1819760623208939149&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1819760623208939149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1819760623208939149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2011/01/crise-e-os-nossos-amores.html' title='A Crise e os nossos &quot;Amores&quot;.'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TSL-C4SZ5XI/AAAAAAAAAmI/mjG4llbW14s/s72-c/00045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-799263173360205790</id><published>2010-09-17T10:41:00.030+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T21:07:03.371+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Poema: Diálogo de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TJNsx6WrNJI/AAAAAAAAAl8/yDILdoZ7pM0/s1600/amor-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517873573192742034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TJNsx6WrNJI/AAAAAAAAAl8/yDILdoZ7pM0/s400/amor-18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TJM9GAdCNbI/AAAAAAAAAl0/_CeQEEa6Zb4/s1600/amor-18.jpg"&gt;******&lt;/a&gt;****&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(inspirado no livro " Cantares de Salomão&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diálogo de Amor&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ue é o teu amado mais do que outros amados&lt;br /&gt;Oh tu, sim, a mais formosa entre as mulheres?&lt;br /&gt;Porque nos conjuras e anuncias nos telhados,&lt;br /&gt;Que é o teu amado mais do que outros amados?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; primeiro entre dez mil, carinhoso é meu amado&lt;br /&gt;A sua cabeça, preciosa como o ouro mais apurado&lt;br /&gt;Os seus olhos, são deleitosos como pomba de paz&lt;br /&gt;Junto das correntes de água pura, que me satisfaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ou o teu amado, deleitosa, formosa és amiga minha&lt;br /&gt;Desci aos jardins, canteiros de bálsamo perfumado&lt;br /&gt;Colhi lírios, senti a fragrancia do teu amor, enlevado&lt;br /&gt;Quão aprazivel és tu,amor em delícias, amiga minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua boca é muitíssimo suave, totalmente desejável&lt;br /&gt;Tal é a minha amada, e tal a minha amiga, oh amigos&lt;br /&gt;As suas palavras como doce aroma... destilando mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu dormia, mas o meu coração velava entre os lírios&lt;br /&gt;Caminhava a minha amada, com pérolas de orvalho&lt;br /&gt;Estrêla entre estrêlas de amor, cintilantes no cabelo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uem é esta que sobe no deserto encostada no ombro&lt;br /&gt;Brilhante e alva como o dia, no ombro do seu amado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-799263173360205790?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/799263173360205790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=799263173360205790&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/799263173360205790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/799263173360205790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/09/poema-dialogo-de-amor.html' title='Poema: Diálogo de Amor'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TJNsx6WrNJI/AAAAAAAAAl8/yDILdoZ7pM0/s72-c/amor-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-5855930750748788319</id><published>2010-09-11T15:33:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:26:22.750+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>No teu abraço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TIuVFt0gR0I/AAAAAAAAAls/cErCO9xvKQw/s1600/amor3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515666094077003586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TIuVFt0gR0I/AAAAAAAAAls/cErCO9xvKQw/s400/amor3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;No teu abraço te abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando fecho os olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o silêncio da tua alma no meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;A brisa fresca refresca-me os sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;O dia leva-me longe, lá,onde tu estás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraças o meu cansaço&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És o céu azul, o mar profundo&lt;br /&gt;Profundezas de amor envolto&lt;br /&gt;Nas ondas do desejo no beijo&lt;br /&gt;Incêndio devastador ardente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"gosto de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...efusivamente!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incendeias-me de paixão pela vida&lt;br /&gt;A Vida, minha vida... …&lt;br /&gt;Quando fecho os olhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o silêncio da tua alma no meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;O dia leva-me longe,lá, onde tu estás&lt;br /&gt;Abraças-me e eu te abraço&lt;br /&gt;Incendeias-me de paixão pela Vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-5855930750748788319?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/5855930750748788319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=5855930750748788319&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/5855930750748788319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/5855930750748788319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-teu-abraco.html' title='No teu abraço...'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TIuVFt0gR0I/AAAAAAAAAls/cErCO9xvKQw/s72-c/amor3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-4382814518008670813</id><published>2010-09-09T10:36:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T14:48:51.496+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actualidade'/><title type='text'>Luz no meio das Trevas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TIisH2dmpnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/OpiLMG_jCoI/s1600/poisss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514846994593916530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TIisH2dmpnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/OpiLMG_jCoI/s400/poisss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luz no meio das Trevas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O menino de três anos estava na oficina do pai vendo-o fazer arreios. No intuito de criança queria ser igual ao pai; por isso pegou numa ferramenta pontiaguda e começou a pressionar uma tira de couro.Subitamente o objecto afiado soltou-se e perfurou o olho esquerdo da criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por motivos imprevistos uma infecção contaminou o olho direito deixando-o totalmente cego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gradualmente foi esquecendo as imagens e, até as cores foram desaparecendo da sua jovem memória. Ajudava o pai, ia à escola. Sonhava escrever cartas, ler livros como os seus colegas faziam naturalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inconformado ouviu falar numa escola para cegos. Estudou nesse estabelecimento de ensino. O seu espirito empreendedor não parava, queria saber mais. A escola utilizava as pontuações e letras em relevos, nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jovem Louis notou que quele método era muito limitado. O processo de leitura era muito demorado e nada prático. Rápidamente, leu tudo que havia na biblioteca do instituto nacional para crianças cegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amava a musica. Tocava piano e violoncelo. Queria ler tambem as notas musicais.Passou noites a pensar como fazer para solucionar o problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheceu o capitão Barbier que lhe mostrou como funcionava o metodo de leitura no escuro efectuado pelo exército que consistia em pequenos pontos em relevo feitos no papel com um marcador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendo como base o metodo Barbier, desenvolveu o tão conhecido Método Braille. A partir daí todos os invisuais podiam também ler e escrever musica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Louis Braille demonstra-nos que, por limitações mais ou menos graves que possamos ter, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nada nos deve impedir de sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; e agir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;********A Sabedoria consiste em “usar” o mal, transformando-o em bem&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-4382814518008670813?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/4382814518008670813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=4382814518008670813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4382814518008670813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4382814518008670813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/09/luz-no-meio-das-trevas.html' title='Luz no meio das Trevas'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TIisH2dmpnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/OpiLMG_jCoI/s72-c/poisss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-7940666525441698365</id><published>2010-08-30T14:59:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:20:36.337+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIDA'/><title type='text'>Dia de Aniversário do meu Filho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/THu7Il6u2cI/AAAAAAAAAlM/LDFA0UVoE9U/s1600/pai+e+filho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511204325309733314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/THu7Il6u2cI/AAAAAAAAAlM/LDFA0UVoE9U/s400/pai+e+filho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje faço 19 lindos anos de pai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabens Natanael Filipe por estes anos maravilhosos; juntos, numa aprendizagem  cumplíce...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antes como agora, continuo a fazer -te só dois pedidos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;OS DOIS PEDIDOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Filipe ainda não tinha dez anos. Os cabelos soltos cobriam-lhe a testa desplicentes.O olhar era vivo, perspicaz e curioso. Aproximou-se do pai e perguntou-lhe:- Pai, o que queres que eu seja quando for adulto? - O pai deixou de lado a maceta e o cinzel de escultor e olhou demoradamente o pequeno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Qual a razão dessa pergunta, meu filho?- Ah, pai, – disse suspirando – hoje, na escola, o meu amigo Francisco, disse que vai ser médico porque o seu avõ é médico e o pai tambem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O rosto do menino demonstrava uma certa ansiedade sobre esse dilema.-Meu filhote, – disse o progenitor, abraçando o filho – tenho apenas dois pedidos para te fazer:-Que sejas Correcto e Feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beijou a testa do filho. O Filipe, ainda insatisfeito com a resposta do pai, afastou-se um pouco e voltou a dizer:- Pai, não; não percebeu...Qual a profissão que desejas para mim?- A escolha da tua profissão é uma decisão tua. Não estou preocupado com isso.O que eu quero para ti, meu filho, é algo muito mais importante. Vou repetir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Quero que sejas Correcto ( Leal ao teu Coração e aos que rodeiam). Isso significa que, seja em que profissão for, irás escolher o caminho do bem e não do mal. Na lealdade, com este principio serás sempre o melhor na vida que escolheres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- O menino sentou-se, olhando atentamente as palavras que saiam do coração do pai.- Confia sempre em Deus e jamais desanimes, mesmo nos dias maus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O segundo pedido, tão ou mais importante que o primeiro, foi de novo sublinhado:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Quero que sejas Feliz.:) - Correcto e feliz!O Pai acariciou o menino afagando-lhe a cabeça, concluindo:&lt;br /&gt;- Para mim meu filho, o que importa é o que ÉS e vais SER e não o título que vais receber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- CORRECTO E FELIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Filho'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/THu7Il6u2cI/AAAAAAAAAlM/LDFA0UVoE9U/s72-c/pai+e+filho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-3881089065512262569</id><published>2010-08-17T22:36:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:20:17.154+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Poema: Amor ao Piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TGsXKXmLl9I/AAAAAAAAAlE/wB9OEMmSJ_I/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506520436290852818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TGsXKXmLl9I/AAAAAAAAAlE/wB9OEMmSJ_I/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor ao Piano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ontem, ao fim da manhã, entrei na sala vazia&lt;br /&gt;Contemplativo, olhei os quadros da tua beleza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vi a ternura do teu olhar, e,lá no fundo da sala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vi o piano, de branco, na pintura de ti mesma!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos passos demorados, tão próximo, descansei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No banco do pianista de porte elegante, sonhei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhei a melodia com a polpa dos dedos...ágeis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acariciei cada tecla, binárias de cores.. frágeis!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando chegas-te, sorri de ternura envolvente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos lábios melódicos senti "pianinho", ardente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;O toque da tua mão, delicada de amor , quente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A duas mãos, tocámos a melodia efervescente!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre arpejos na paleta dos sons, amor salgado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dó-ré-mi-fa-sol-lá-si...pausa no "Mi, sustenido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhei a pauta de clave elegante, qual teu corpo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em cada gesto, amei, doravante, o"g"teu ponto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois, danças ao ritmo da musica imaginária&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elegante, bela: és rainha, deusa sem mitologia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Convidas -me, eu subo,- seguro a tua mão regia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos um, no amor afinado, vivo na &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-3881089065512262569?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/3881089065512262569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=3881089065512262569&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-9104333837695663433</id><published>2010-07-27T11:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:19:37.281+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Poema: O Relogio do Coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TE650zLVjNI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vy8567ajJMA/s1600/vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498536511808048338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TE650zLVjNI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vy8567ajJMA/s400/vida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nas horas da madrugada pedi ao Divino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No espaço silencioso do quarto escondido&lt;br /&gt;onde o teu coração vive,&lt;br /&gt;sei que o relógio bate horas tardias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o relógio da esperança voa nas estrelas&lt;br /&gt;mostrando o caminho do presépio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No presépio das boas novas,&lt;br /&gt;na boa vontade do caminho,&lt;br /&gt;onde as melodias, de amor&lt;br /&gt;vão ser cantadas nos lábios teus...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando vi o teu olhar,vi o mar&lt;br /&gt;Olhei, gaivotas beijando águas&lt;br /&gt;o vento esperançoso fechei na palma &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;da minha mão e soprei...pedi ao Divino:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Que a brisa beije o sorriso lindo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;da tua alma sonhadora e feliz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-espaco-silencioso-do-quarto.html' title='Poema: O Relogio do Coração'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TE650zLVjNI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vy8567ajJMA/s72-c/vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-8927526623711400656</id><published>2010-07-26T11:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:31:45.745+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Poema: Avulso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TE1qYopL1cI/AAAAAAAAAks/ITZOYCuTKk0/s1600/14DLJ0679RF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498167691548808642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TE1qYopL1cI/AAAAAAAAAks/ITZOYCuTKk0/s400/14DLJ0679RF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Versos de ternura&lt;/span&gt;- Avulso -....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de rir ao escutar-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de sorrir e lembrar-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto do que dizes no silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto quando rimos juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de amuar com abraços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de abraçar d`amuamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto dos beijos quando vejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto do que sinto e te beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de ser eu, um em ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de amar e sorrir :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de fazer te feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de ti, porque gosto&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-8927526623711400656?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/8927526623711400656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=8927526623711400656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8927526623711400656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8927526623711400656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/07/poema-avulso.html' title='Poema: Avulso'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TE1qYopL1cI/AAAAAAAAAks/ITZOYCuTKk0/s72-c/14DLJ0679RF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-521922630237941673</id><published>2010-07-23T13:52:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T14:03:41.419+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinião'/><title type='text'>Sorrir, dá saude...:)Charles Chaplin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TEmRpIX59DI/AAAAAAAAAkk/irX_7KpzmMc/s1600/fotos+Pj+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497084955990815794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TEmRpIX59DI/AAAAAAAAAkk/irX_7KpzmMc/s400/fotos+Pj+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;((Foto do Natanael Paulino - museu de cêra em Londres:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Chaplin, conhecido pelo pseudónimo de Charlot, é uma figura capital e universal do cinema. A sua obra é a síntese madura do melodrama romântico e da sátira social mais pungente, independente e inconformista, cómica e sentimental em simultâneo, animada por sentimentos humanitários.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir exercita positivamente, uma imensidão de músculos faciais.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir provoca reacções em cadeia; em ti, e nos que te rodeiam&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir emite sinais positivos numa energia contínua de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir nos dias maus, é combustível para chegar ao Sol da alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha o meu sorriso :)quero Vê-lo no teu sorriso ::).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sorrio .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sorris........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele sorri.........Nós sorrimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vós sorrides...Eles Sorriem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu a voltar ao ensino "primário"( no meu tempo dizia-se assim)...lol. Soletrando o presente do indicativo do verbo -* "lol"&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*PjCondepaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-521922630237941673?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/521922630237941673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=521922630237941673&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/521922630237941673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Poema: No Caminho de Rosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TEf9xVcZi1I/AAAAAAAAAkc/kH1tjsWyRZE/s1600/Resize%2520of%2520Resize%2520of%2520woman_flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 381px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496640894240656210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TEf9xVcZi1I/AAAAAAAAAkc/kH1tjsWyRZE/s400/Resize%2520of%2520Resize%2520of%2520woman_flower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caminho de Rosas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ardim florido construido no frescor verde-ambar&lt;br /&gt;na hora da tarde abelhas em voos feitos de mel&lt;br /&gt;escuto no riacho de águas cristalinas, o teu cantar&lt;br /&gt;junto da fonte, menina de mármore-arte e cinzel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eixa-me andar sobre pétalas de rosas&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nifo enlevado, na pista perfumada do teu andar.&lt;br /&gt;Não olhes para trás se me escondo, enrubescido&lt;br /&gt;entre a folhagem verde-rubro, sempre a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;oiço os teus passos no compasso do verbo amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eixa-me andar sobre pétalas de rosas&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;stás tão bela, assim sentada no degrau da fonte&lt;br /&gt;sinto e vivo sístoles e diástoles neste meu coração&lt;br /&gt;ao beijar o substantivo feminino,desejo veemente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eixa-me andar sobre pétalas de rosas&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;er o amor no teu no corpo codigo morse e sentir&lt;br /&gt;o toque, e andar de mão-dada, abraçar a emoção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ao ver no teu sorriso lindo, pétalas de rosa a florir&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PjCondepaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-665293734258882013?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/665293734258882013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=665293734258882013&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/665293734258882013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/665293734258882013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/07/poema-petalas-de-rosas.html' title='Poema: No Caminho de Rosas'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TEf9xVcZi1I/AAAAAAAAAkc/kH1tjsWyRZE/s72-c/Resize%2520of%2520Resize%2520of%2520woman_flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-69136778894423025</id><published>2010-07-20T10:21:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:55:03.415+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Poema:"My Way"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TEVySPFVkSI/AAAAAAAAAkM/bKb1Echm7GM/s1600/LSCN05932XX02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495924577887686946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TEVySPFVkSI/AAAAAAAAAkM/bKb1Echm7GM/s400/LSCN05932XX02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nvolto nos acordes “My Way” de Sinatra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aminho na tua direcção observo-te o sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Sorris discretamente, vaporosa suave feminina&lt;br /&gt;movimento a mão ao encontro da palma da tua&lt;br /&gt;viajo a suavidade, nos dedos estaciono um beijo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o som dos acordes de “My Way” de Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;rodopiamos nas nuvens brancas do nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;ao longe, oiço o bolicio da multidão com fulgor&lt;br /&gt;este tempo é nosso tempo, único e não disfarça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mel cristalino desse olhar que me apaixona&lt;br /&gt;envolve-se na lágrima sorridente, bela, cristalina&lt;br /&gt;teu corpo dança e dança..somos um nesta aliança&lt;br /&gt;ao som dos acordes de “My Way” de Sinatra ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-69136778894423025?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/69136778894423025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=69136778894423025&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/69136778894423025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/69136778894423025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/07/poemamy-way.html' title='Poema:&quot;My Way&quot;'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TEVySPFVkSI/AAAAAAAAAkM/bKb1Echm7GM/s72-c/LSCN05932XX02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-8013368027356292796</id><published>2010-07-17T15:54:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T19:09:19.649+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Poema:Memórias do Alentejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TEHGPCkVLsI/AAAAAAAAAj0/0UbXxP1EX0k/s1600/P7210461.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494890982058307266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TEHGPCkVLsI/AAAAAAAAAj0/0UbXxP1EX0k/s400/P7210461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;foto de PjCondePaulino - Alentejo -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Memórias do Alentejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem pode desfrutar da compensação de olhar o horizonte no cume do monte, sem ter um objectivo prático, senão o poeta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele sabe que é único no seu sonho, naquele lugar sem igual arquitectado por Deus, no atelier da nobreza de carácter entre pinheiros, na fronteira do Chaparral, salpicando a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Planície&lt;/span&gt; no horizonte saudoso da memória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;**** &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt; **** **** &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt; **** **** &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Avez&lt;/span&gt; –&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;vous&lt;/span&gt; quelquefois, calme et silencieux,&lt;br /&gt;Monté sur la montagne en présence des cieux&lt;/span&gt;? “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e mão dada com a memória, eu sou&lt;br /&gt;senhor de mil ninhos de esperança &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lho o voo cadenciado do pintassilgo&lt;br /&gt;perdido entre sorrisos na gargalhada&lt;br /&gt;andorinha de vestido, preto e branco&lt;br /&gt;faz no beiral vermelho, a sua morada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;é-ante-pé, quase em silêncio,escuto&lt;br /&gt;filhotes de perdiz na moita em frente&lt;br /&gt;sinfonia,alegria;no cimo do salgueiro&lt;br /&gt;sou senhor de mil ninhos, doravante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; fisga...que “pinta" de arma no bolso&lt;br /&gt;orgulho de quem sabe viver no campo&lt;br /&gt;sou caçador, entre quimeras vivo solto&lt;br /&gt;qual criança,como águia estou voando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;er criança, é ser livre, feliz no ensejo&lt;br /&gt;ontem, hoje, amanhã; que sonho terno&lt;br /&gt;vou ver-vos, meus amigos d`além Tejo&lt;br /&gt;aqui o mar dança, no céu aqui tão belo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e mão dada com a memória eu sou&lt;br /&gt;senhor de mil ninhos de esperança &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-8013368027356292796?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TEHGPCkVLsI/AAAAAAAAAj0/0UbXxP1EX0k/s72-c/P7210461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-3507278842141020751</id><published>2010-07-15T10:30:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:46:12.782+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Poema: Praia de Amores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TD7X7Csrp8I/AAAAAAAAAjs/x62b0Lew1Xc/s1600/casal-por-do-sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494066004775118786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TD7X7Csrp8I/AAAAAAAAAjs/x62b0Lew1Xc/s400/casal-por-do-sol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Na Praia dos Amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;entado na praia dos amores olhei a lua de prata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mar, chegou mansinho...veio beijar-me os pés&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A noite estava calma igual ao mar da minha alma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lembrança dos teus beijos,. no sorriso lés-a-lés.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a areia, desenhei no abraço, silhuetas na noite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O espelho nas águas, mostrou reflexos de amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A musica das ondas, sinfonias sentidas no deleite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gemidos doces, cantando vitórias de vencedor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;braçados na praia dos amores sob a luz de prata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cantando baixinho, dançando nus - dueto afinado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem preconceitos somos um, no corpo com alma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está escrito nos céus nas letras do sorriso amado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nspirados, entre juras de amor - festa dos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;O mar cobiçoso,sem pejo assistiu aos nossos beijos&lt;br /&gt;Quando aportámos, lá no cais não havia mais ruido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ó o nosso sussurro; encontrámos a estrela-d"alva&lt;br /&gt;O mar cobiçoso,sem pejo assistiu aos nossos beijos&lt;br /&gt;Na praia dos amores, fiz - amor sob a luz de prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-3507278842141020751?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/3507278842141020751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=3507278842141020751&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-7521103362720941269</id><published>2010-07-11T15:24:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T15:46:36.374+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Poema ´´Cifras de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TDnVRv53CEI/AAAAAAAAAjk/u8_p9_dM_4w/s1600/045-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492655721448671298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TDnVRv53CEI/AAAAAAAAAjk/u8_p9_dM_4w/s400/045-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ifras musicais &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Notas de amor&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As notas musicais fluem dentro de mi (m).&lt;br /&gt;Que sinfonia suave, intensa nos acordes&lt;br /&gt;Sonho, me apaixono, em delírio és em mim&lt;br /&gt;Nas colcheias, fusas, breves e semibreves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ifras musicais &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Notas de amor&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abraço as escalas, subo a nota, harmonioso&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me dedilhar, a melodia viva do amor&lt;br /&gt;Leio, na pauta a paixão dulçor - o teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Beijo o teu cantar, encantado com fulgor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ifras musicais&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Notas de amor&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As notas musicais fluem... dentro de nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nas colcheias, fusas, breves e semi-breves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que sinfonia suave, intensa nos acordes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;És música em mim,´há m música em Nós&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-7521103362720941269?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/7521103362720941269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TDnVRv53CEI/AAAAAAAAAjk/u8_p9_dM_4w/s72-c/045-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-1941376225732343318</id><published>2010-07-08T23:44:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T17:24:55.226+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Poema: Chuva de Amor Transparente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TEHZRXjVRpI/AAAAAAAAAj8/oZ7M8X3FVXQ/s1600/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494911912771929746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TEHZRXjVRpI/AAAAAAAAAj8/oZ7M8X3FVXQ/s400/amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TDZXiHqYDOI/AAAAAAAAAjc/2kC31tC1740/s1600/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chuva de Amor Transparente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Feliz, caminhei descalço, na suavidade com relva&lt;br /&gt;Abracei a flor branca de chuva, rósea flamejante&lt;br /&gt;Camisas molhadas, corpos de amor, transparente&lt;br /&gt;No teu olhar quente, presente na luz da alvorada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chuva de amar, sem rede, lá o meu coração bebe&lt;br /&gt;Senti o aconchego, o abraço, na camisa molhada&lt;br /&gt;E comi o afecto, beijei a tua mão alva de ternura&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi o vento, dançar no vestido branco, tão leve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Colado ao corpo transparente, amostras de amor&lt;br /&gt;Em movimento, sussurrando vidas sem tremura&lt;br /&gt;Dançantes na relva de amor, não esfria, perdura&lt;br /&gt;Palavras e dulçor, entre beijos de chuva, incolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Amantes na vida, mãos dadas, tão envolvente&lt;br /&gt;Os pés na relva fresca, desejos no vestido branco&lt;br /&gt;Danças ao vento, sorrindo, na esquina do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo amor, com Chuva de amor transparente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-1941376225732343318?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/1941376225732343318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=1941376225732343318&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1941376225732343318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1941376225732343318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/07/poema-chuva-de-amor-transparente.html' title='Poema: Chuva de Amor Transparente'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TEHZRXjVRpI/AAAAAAAAAj8/oZ7M8X3FVXQ/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-4310766401500750544</id><published>2010-07-05T20:47:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:14:07.236+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Poema no "Céu de Amor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TDI31iPaBJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6t_-aFISe9Q/s1600/My+Treaser+poem+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490512288582075538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TDI31iPaBJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6t_-aFISe9Q/s400/My+Treaser+poem+5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No céu de Amor&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu vi teu céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ntre a folhagem do arvoredo, senti a frescura da manhã&lt;br /&gt;desviei o ramo de acácia, senti o orvalho na minha face&lt;br /&gt;ouvindo o correr do riacho, caminhei calmamente... livre&lt;br /&gt;quando a ave levantou voou, levantei o olhar, pintei o céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;os passos de meus passos, oiço o teu coração palpitante&lt;br /&gt;debruço-me sobre o fio de água, onde os peixes são felizes&lt;br /&gt;na palma da minha mão, bebi o céu, na água do amor doce&lt;br /&gt;senti o teu perfume, na fragrância de mil flores, vi teu céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;os teus pés, sobre a relva, resvalei meu dedos de ternura&lt;br /&gt;o meu olhar, verde, encontrou no teu olhar belo, a esperança&lt;br /&gt;bebemos da mesma água doce, na concha das nossas mãos&lt;br /&gt;nos lábios vacilantes encontrámos a ternura, beijando o céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ntre a folhagem do arvoredo, senti a sublimidade do amor&lt;br /&gt;a melodia das palavras, encontram eco, as aves voam felizes&lt;br /&gt;gestos suaves, intensos, excelência do desejo, fazendo amor&lt;br /&gt;corpos de ternura, somos um só na elevação, beijando o céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;estos suaves, intensos, excelência do desejo, fazendo amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No céu de amor&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu vi teu céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;* *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;* *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-4310766401500750544?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/4310766401500750544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=4310766401500750544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4310766401500750544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4310766401500750544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/07/poema-no-ceu-de-amor.html' title='Poema no &quot;Céu de Amor&quot;'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TDI31iPaBJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6t_-aFISe9Q/s72-c/My+Treaser+poem+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-8638319297607331832</id><published>2010-07-04T19:41:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:42:42.125+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alentejo'/><title type='text'>Alentejo - memórias de sabores e cheiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TDDYBMGbCrI/AAAAAAAAAjE/QoGac2binPk/s1600/P7030458.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490125460704266930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TDDYBMGbCrI/AAAAAAAAAjE/QoGac2binPk/s400/P7030458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(((((((((((((((((((((&lt;/span&gt;Foto de PjCondePaulino - Alentejo»»»»»»»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Memórias&lt;/span&gt; - Com Sabores e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cheiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O meu Alentejo está a transpirar, pelo esforço despendido durante o dia, debaixo das asas do Sol avassalador, nesta terra abençoada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Levanto o olhar na planície, cujo horizonte distante me faz sonhar na viagem do tempo. Vejo o ondular dourado das searas, dançando no ritmo lentoOiço a voz da minha mãe, a chamar-me, enquanto eu, qual mar alto em dias de bonança.&lt;br /&gt;, no meu gargalhar de criança, brincava às escondidas, debaixo de uma parreira, com a minha melhor amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Na minha memória, revejo as brincadeiras da apanhada – do jogo da “slitra”- da inteira ou do pião. Sinto o cheiro do pão," acabadinho" de fazer no forno comunitário da aldeia; enquanto nós, crianças, disputávamos entre risadas, o jogo da “cabra cega”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Escuto, através das ondas intemporais, a voz dos meus pais, a “fazerem” a açorda de peixe, com poejos, nas margens do rio Degebe; enquanto eu, a minha irmã e o “”faz no ninho”, - o mais novo; agitávamos as águas para molharmos o que já estava molhado - estávamos dentro de água &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-.;).:):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hoje, sempre que possível ainda comemos as “abençoadas ervas do campo” tal como faziam os nossos avós, desde tempos remotos, nesta terra abençoada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aquilo que hoje apreciamos como petiscos raros - alguns à beira do desaparecimento -, já mataram a fome a muita gente, no passado recente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Refiro-me ás ervas do campo: - às frutas silvestres, aos cogumelos, aos poejos, beldroebegas, acelgas, agriões da ribeira, espargos, amoras das silvas, medronhos, figos da Índia, silarcas. - deliciosos aromas que temperam as nossas açordas e migas, os licores e aguardentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hoje é dia de convite&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Vem ao Alentejo, saborear demoradamente&lt;/span&gt;, os sabores inolvidáveis da natureza –&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aqui, o tempo tem tempo; para - calmamente - saborear a liberdade de ser mais feliz, entre um abraço e um sorriso, neste horizonte sem fim:):).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-8638319297607331832?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/8638319297607331832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=8638319297607331832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8638319297607331832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8638319297607331832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/07/alentejo-memorias-de-sabores-e-cheiros.html' title='Alentejo - memórias de sabores e cheiros'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TDDYBMGbCrI/AAAAAAAAAjE/QoGac2binPk/s72-c/P7030458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-3141265410016116632</id><published>2010-06-23T10:12:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:59:22.547+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Só para te ver sorrir!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TCHRpU-o7-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/QB5KOpJnkAg/s1600/untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485896329050255330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TCHRpU-o7-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/QB5KOpJnkAg/s400/untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Só Para Te Ver Sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Só para Te ver sorrir - Sim; para te ver sorrir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guardo a tua imagem na praia da memória&lt;br /&gt;olhares de anjos na maldade doce, dos desejos&lt;br /&gt;onde mora a vaidade da pertença, tão serena&lt;br /&gt;plena de emoções, envolventes nos teus beijos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mar, no horizonte me seduz nesta viagem&lt;br /&gt;és lírio na majestade, inocente na doçura&lt;br /&gt;jasmim do meu jardim, violeta fidelidade&lt;br /&gt;na praia do amor , orquídea bela e pura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Vamos... dá-me a mão, és tão bela...&lt;br /&gt;gosto do teu cheiro envolvente, na areia&lt;br /&gt;caminhando a sorrir... tão feliz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O barco ancorado convida-me a sentar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a observar-te...tão feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Só... para Te ver sorrir&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PjCondePaulino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-3141265410016116632?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/3141265410016116632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=3141265410016116632&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/3141265410016116632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/3141265410016116632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-para-te-ver-sorrir.html' title='Só para te ver sorrir!!'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TCHRpU-o7-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/QB5KOpJnkAg/s72-c/untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-8183285219253689392</id><published>2010-06-14T11:10:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:34:29.053+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Andorinhas e Hienas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TBYDP3DzT_I/AAAAAAAAAi0/sGwSPCjyLIc/s1600/fotos+agosto+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482573167382974450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TBYDP3DzT_I/AAAAAAAAAi0/sGwSPCjyLIc/s400/fotos+agosto+2008+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(( Foto de Pjsoueu na barragem de Odivelas - Alentejo))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Andorinhas e Hienas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Um incêndio devastador estava a propagar-se por toda floresta. Enquanto as labaredas transformavam tudo em cinza, os animais fugiam para salvar a própria vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entre os muitos animais uma pequena andorinha, decidiu conter o fogo. Sobrevou o local e, não muito longe dali, descobriu um belo lago de águas límpidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agindo rápidamente voou na direcção do lago, mergulhou as penas nas águas e sobrevoou a floresta em chamas. Sacudiu as penas para que as pequenas gotas caissem sobre o braseiro na tentativa de salvar a floresta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A pequena andorinha num momento, olhou para baixo e viu uma hiena desdenhando do seu trabalho. A Hiena ria sarcásticamente, com aquela superioridade enganosa, desprezando o que parecia ser um acto sem valor, da gentil ave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Andorinha que acima de tudo pretendia fazer algo positivo disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Eu sei que não vou poder apagar o fogo sózinha, mas estou a fazer tudo que está ao meu alcance&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim acontece com alguns de nós; somos como as hienas que nunca acreditam na possibilidade de exito dos pequenos gestos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um pequeno acto de coragem junto com mais decisões positivas, podem salvar esta floresta, onde todos nós estamos e vivemos&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como escreveu Franklin Delano Roosevelt em Março de 1933, num período da maior depressão, no seu discurso de tomada de posse como presidente dos Estados Unidos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“A única coisa de que temos medo é do próprio medo” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-8183285219253689392?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/8183285219253689392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=8183285219253689392&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8183285219253689392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8183285219253689392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/06/andorinhas-e-hienas.html' title='Andorinhas e Hienas'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/TBYDP3DzT_I/AAAAAAAAAi0/sGwSPCjyLIc/s72-c/fotos+agosto+2008+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-7428348540300804807</id><published>2010-05-05T10:00:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T10:57:05.604+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Pétalas de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S-E0Bxx1AwI/AAAAAAAAAis/4KLiKapuqLs/s1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467708627751338754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S-E0Bxx1AwI/AAAAAAAAAis/4KLiKapuqLs/s400/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt; Pétalas de Amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O teu amor afectuoso e perfumado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;em pétalas de rosa-ainda que espinhosas&lt;br /&gt;é flor de ternura, vencendo a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;balsâmico e abençoado no abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;beijado pla essência do perfeito-amor&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-7428348540300804807?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/7428348540300804807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=7428348540300804807&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/7428348540300804807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/7428348540300804807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/05/petalas-de-amor.html' title='Pétalas de Amor'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S-E0Bxx1AwI/AAAAAAAAAis/4KLiKapuqLs/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-506812187385485733</id><published>2010-04-30T10:26:00.025+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:54:42.955+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Na Arena da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S9qi2bvrqaI/AAAAAAAAAik/MT0KygdG0CQ/s1600/paulo+fotos+na+amieira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 491px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465860153811904930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S9qi2bvrqaI/AAAAAAAAAik/MT0KygdG0CQ/s400/paulo+fotos+na+amieira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Na Arena da Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, amigo, a vida é uma tourada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;na praça da vida acontece, sem desvelo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos juntos, pegar pelos cornos a desgraça&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e bradar aos quatros ventos: a penúria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não é para nós, é para quem mata, a alegria dos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pobres, tão ricos, na arte de fazer e não ter nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, amigo, a vida é uma tourada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na arena há quem fira e quem ferido, luta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem ser vencido, porque até o sangue fala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;qual cordeiro pascal no calvário&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;puro e solidário.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, amigo, a vida é uma tourada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cérebros de inteligência que governam&lt;br /&gt;em cada transe nos desgovernam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e ufanos se enaltecem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e teias tecem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, amigo, a vida é uma tourada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;na praça da vida acontece, sem desvelo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos juntos, morrer prà desgraça&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e com graça,&lt;br /&gt;pegar a vida pelos cornos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vencendo gloriosos, em ombros a tourada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PjCondePaulino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-506812187385485733?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/506812187385485733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=506812187385485733&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/506812187385485733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/506812187385485733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/04/tourada.html' title='Na Arena da Vida'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S9qi2bvrqaI/AAAAAAAAAik/MT0KygdG0CQ/s72-c/paulo+fotos+na+amieira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-7461977810568581983</id><published>2010-04-20T08:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T08:50:48.519+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIDA'/><title type='text'>Inteligência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S81b5KUYZGI/AAAAAAAAAic/ruCGfYaFe6g/s1600/infracao-2230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462122960650789986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S81b5KUYZGI/AAAAAAAAAic/ruCGfYaFe6g/s400/infracao-2230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RESPOSTAS INTELIGENTES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Um aluno de Direito a fazer um exame oral: O que é uma fraude? Responde o aluno: É o que o Sr. Professor está a fazer. O professor muito indignado: Ora essa, explique-se... Diz o aluno:Segundo o Código Penal comete fraude todo aquele que se aproveita da ignorância do outro para o prejudicar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PROFESSORA: Bruno, que nome se dá a uma pessoa que continua a falar, mesmo quando os outros não estão interessados? BRUNO: Professora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Professor:- Joaquim, diga o presente do indicativo do verbo caminhar. Aluno:- Eu caminho... tu caminhas... ele caminha... Professor:- Mais depressa! Aluno:- Nós corremos, vós correis, eles correm! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-7461977810568581983?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/7461977810568581983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=7461977810568581983&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/7461977810568581983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/7461977810568581983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/04/inteligencia.html' title='Inteligência'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S81b5KUYZGI/AAAAAAAAAic/ruCGfYaFe6g/s72-c/infracao-2230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-2550133787270782925</id><published>2010-04-01T09:32:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:10:12.193+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pascoa'/><title type='text'>Uma Santa e Feliz Pascoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S7RcTEBnnDI/AAAAAAAAAiM/7skoWoDXUqo/s1600/0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455086531220315186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S7RcTEBnnDI/AAAAAAAAAiM/7skoWoDXUqo/s400/0057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;****************&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A PÁSCOA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- Ontem e Hoje»»»»»»»&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disse-lhe Jesus: Eu sou a ressurreição e a vida; quem crê em mim, ainda que esteja morto, viverá; S. João 11:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Páscoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( do hebraico Pessach);&lt;/span&gt; significa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passagem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Na Páscoa os cristãos celebram a ressurreição de&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Jesus Cristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - vitória sobre a morte – depois da sua morte por crucificação (Sexta Feira Santa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os eventos da Páscoa onde Jesus Cristo &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;venceu a morte&lt;/span&gt; - dando &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a passagem para a Vida&lt;/span&gt; -, aconteceram durante o Pessach, data celebrada pelos judeus, referente à sua libertação da escravatura infligida por Faraó no Egipto - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Passagem da escravidão para a Liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nesta &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Páscoa&lt;/span&gt;, desejo a todos os amigos &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;que seja um tempo de Passagem de vidas sem sentido&lt;/span&gt;, para uma vida abundante, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;cheia de esperança e novidade&lt;/span&gt;. Que haja pontes de amizade e reconciliação. E que &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o Amor verdadeiro &lt;/span&gt;seja uma constante na vossa e na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps..&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E já agora, muitas amêndoas, ovos de chocolate... - cuidado com as placas dentárias..."lol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-2550133787270782925?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/2550133787270782925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=2550133787270782925&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/2550133787270782925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/2550133787270782925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/04/pascoa-disse-lhe-jesus-eu-sou.html' title='Uma Santa e Feliz Pascoa'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S7RcTEBnnDI/AAAAAAAAAiM/7skoWoDXUqo/s72-c/0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-9029033685391455777</id><published>2010-03-29T10:40:00.019+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:14:53.998+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Chuva de Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S7B1pqGDxyI/AAAAAAAAAiE/O8WheBARYJM/s1600/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453988507280459554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S7B1pqGDxyI/AAAAAAAAAiE/O8WheBARYJM/s400/chuva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;huva de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Primavera - frutuosa, dança a florir&lt;br /&gt;A chuva de Março beija cada pétala&lt;br /&gt;A Vida não pára supreendida; de vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; que vive no teu regaço para sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ultidão de pérolas, cristais d"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;orvalho&lt;br /&gt;Militam fiéis para sentirem o teu toque&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu te abraço, pleno, sem remoque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;entor de carícias, feliz, meu bálsamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;h, quem dera não dormir e dançar&lt;br /&gt;O mover dos nossos corpos molhados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; nosso canto, no ósculo cumpliciar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;epletos e ternurentos de tão ávidos&lt;br /&gt;Repetimos, soletrando o verbo amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;enovados, purificados e redimidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repetimos, soletrando o verbo amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repletos de chuva, viva, de tão ávidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-9029033685391455777?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/9029033685391455777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=9029033685391455777&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/9029033685391455777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/9029033685391455777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/03/chuva-de-vida.html' title='Chuva de Vida'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S7B1pqGDxyI/AAAAAAAAAiE/O8WheBARYJM/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-1028038609262377724</id><published>2010-03-26T08:43:00.013Z</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:21:17.089+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Sinto  teu mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S6x0JaTMNBI/AAAAAAAAAh8/dLuNySe0PEk/s1600/namoro_(4)_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452860953866286098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S6x0JaTMNBI/AAAAAAAAAh8/dLuNySe0PEk/s400/namoro_(4)_blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto...teu mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;into saudade de ver o mar&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;amor&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anseio carícias de espuma salpicadas de vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;into desejo do beijo molhado, do mar de amar.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;quando madrugas o abraço e te abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;into saudade do perfume que me emprestas&lt;br /&gt;e transporto na eternidade, nos dias sem ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;into vontade de caminhar descalço&lt;br /&gt;sem medo de morrer&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;porque em ti...Vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;into vontade de te amar mais&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;na areia prateada&lt;br /&gt;porque juntos somos muito &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fugiu o nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;nto&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;: "S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ó nós existimos porque és o meu mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-1028038609262377724?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/1028038609262377724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=1028038609262377724&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1028038609262377724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1028038609262377724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/03/sinto-teu-mar.html' title='Sinto  teu mar'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S6x0JaTMNBI/AAAAAAAAAh8/dLuNySe0PEk/s72-c/namoro_(4)_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-3120125166242610991</id><published>2010-03-23T08:47:00.010Z</published><updated>2010-03-24T18:58:34.188Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Soneto da menina de luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S6iEMXDYTzI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ic1z0efPKtk/s1600-h/MIL011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S6iEMXDYTzI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ic1z0efPKtk/s1600-h/MIL011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451752696813473586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S6iEMXDYTzI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ic1z0efPKtk/s400/MIL011.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menina de Luz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu, menina de luz com luz&lt;br /&gt;És estrela maior que o Sol&lt;br /&gt;Via Láctea que me conduz&lt;br /&gt;Preciosa, de ouro no crisol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu jardim, verde esperança&lt;br /&gt;Vive no templo da saudade&lt;br /&gt;Melodia eterna na memória&lt;br /&gt;Coração de amor sem idade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje, és superlativa nívea&lt;br /&gt;Em cada pétala, rosa branca&lt;br /&gt;Valiosa, na feliz lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanhã, mais do que hoje&lt;br /&gt;No riso cristalino de criança&lt;br /&gt;Amei-te menina.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje&lt;/span&gt;: Amo-te!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-3120125166242610991?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/3120125166242610991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=3120125166242610991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/3120125166242610991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/3120125166242610991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/03/soneto-da-menina-de-luz.html' title='Soneto da menina de luz'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S6iEMXDYTzI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ic1z0efPKtk/s72-c/MIL011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-1321173188645260554</id><published>2010-03-22T09:42:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:54:56.597Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAR'/><title type='text'>PENSAMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S6c8clgvkRI/AAAAAAAAAhs/u0av3H0-2Ds/s1600-h/abra%C3%A7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451392335758725394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S6c8clgvkRI/AAAAAAAAAhs/u0av3H0-2Ds/s400/abra%C3%A7o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;PENSAMENTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-“&lt;/span&gt;Não olhes para trás. O que passou passou.&lt;br /&gt;O que perdemos, perdemos.&lt;br /&gt;Olha para a frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-“&lt;/span&gt;Se pudéssemos ter consciencia do quanto a nossa vida é passageira, talvez pensássemos duas vezes antes de deitar fora as oportunidades que temos de ser e fazer os outros felizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-“&lt;/span&gt;Se Deus criou as pessoas para serem amadas e as coisas para serem usadas, porque será que se amam as coisas e usam as pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-“&lt;/span&gt;Ainda é tempo de apreciar e cuidar das flores que estão inteiras ao nosso redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-1321173188645260554?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/1321173188645260554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=1321173188645260554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1321173188645260554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1321173188645260554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/03/pensamentos-nao-olhes-para-tras.html' title='PENSAMENTOS'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S6c8clgvkRI/AAAAAAAAAhs/u0av3H0-2Ds/s72-c/abra%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-1786043847898885769</id><published>2010-01-19T09:58:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:01:07.577Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamento'/><title type='text'>O MEDO e o AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S1WCk0q5UTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/M95swfCcBKY/s1600-h/0013.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428388494990463282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S1WCk0q5UTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/M95swfCcBKY/s400/0013.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Onde há amor não há medo”...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(I João 4:18&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;%%%%%%%%%%%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E, agora digo eu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;O medo traz insegurança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor está seguro de si mesmo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;%%%%%%%&lt;/span&gt;%%%%%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;%%%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-1786043847898885769?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/1786043847898885769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=1786043847898885769&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1786043847898885769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1786043847898885769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-medo-e-o-amor.html' title='O MEDO e o AMOR'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S1WCk0q5UTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/M95swfCcBKY/s72-c/0013.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-1220501256476204288</id><published>2010-01-05T16:28:00.013Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:38:06.561Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Espectáculo Divinus"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S0NrRPX60aI/AAAAAAAAAhM/5ZjUxQ97T8s/s1600-h/icebergs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423296320213012898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S0NrRPX60aI/AAAAAAAAAhM/5ZjUxQ97T8s/s400/icebergs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Espectáculo Divino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A noite que se estende, tende, a desfalecer bela na madrugada&lt;br /&gt;quando as trevas ainda reinam, no reino sonhador de Morfeu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O guarda nocturno, usa a luz artificial para fustigar a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Os carros, deslizam velozes, com os faróis revelando caminho&lt;br /&gt;No aconchego calmo da madrugada, o pai e a mãe, muito cedo&lt;br /&gt;com a luz electrica nas lâmpadas, cozinham e preparam o pão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A luz prateada da Lua não ilumina, situa; os candeeiros na rua&lt;br /&gt;clarificando obstáculos a quem, sob o vento, viaja na calçada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No mar, os navios navegam, a olhar o farol, evitando escolho.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, quando a madrugada se espreguiça e a manhã desperta&lt;br /&gt;Os primeiros raios revelam o dia.. - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;“que espectáculo divino”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Deus, usa multimédia de som luz e imagem na sua tecnologia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O estudande, corre estremunhado para estudar&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;“o que estudar&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;O homem de negócios para negociar. O padeiro vai descansar.&lt;br /&gt;Todos, fazemos; ou não fazemos&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;.“vê, e aprende a contemplar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slides inéditos, projectados na tela do Universo de modo impar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A brisa, agita suavemente as folhas do salgueiro - o rio venturoso&lt;br /&gt;viaja com o salmão, viajante no círculo com saudade das origens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jardins floridos, montanhas, neve, planícies suaves e verdejantes&lt;br /&gt;O espectáculo, tão evidente, permite-nos sentir o cheiro da terra&lt;br /&gt;O perfume das flores, a vida, animais saltitantes - vidas pujantes&lt;br /&gt;Os raios de sol aquecem e vencem sombras pintadas nas nuvens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os Slides da natureza, sucedem-se&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;que maravilha&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; são magníficos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tu&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; sim&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; tu&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tens visto os quadros que alternam surpreendentes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando a tarde adormece, a noite vem com seu manto negro e belo&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas, revelam-se entre sorrisos brilhantes; astros no infinito&lt;br /&gt;O “Oni” tão presente, na natureza valiosa, neste tesouro generoso&lt;br /&gt;Recomenda a contemplação.Olha através da janela, e grita”&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;eu vivo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Considero e afirmo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Há tempo para trabalhar, descansar, contemplar e saborear a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...é&lt;/span&gt; tempo de remir o tempo enquanto é tempo de aprender a lida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Há tempo para alimentar o corpo. Há tempo para alimentar a alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...é&lt;/span&gt; tempo para amar, no lar abençoado que se chama planeta Terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-1220501256476204288?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/1220501256476204288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=1220501256476204288&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1220501256476204288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1220501256476204288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2010/01/espectaculo-divinus.html' title='Espectáculo Divinus&quot;'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/S0NrRPX60aI/AAAAAAAAAhM/5ZjUxQ97T8s/s72-c/icebergs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-5570394271256145740</id><published>2009-12-28T11:07:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:55:37.853Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIDA'/><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Novo com Gratidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SziShch-bmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/2MeFO9PpYNE/s1600-h/untiled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420243254832426594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SziShch-bmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/2MeFO9PpYNE/s400/untiled2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;%%%&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feliz Ano Novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;%%%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gratidão é um acto de Grandeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;“Procuremos desenvolver entre nós o amor fraternal e estimulemo-nos a fazer o bem...animemo-nos uns aos outros...”(&lt;/span&gt;Hebreus 10:24,25 – da Bíblia)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O “Dia de Acção de Graças” é comemorado todos os anos, na quarta Quinta Feira de Novembro, sendo feriado oficial nos Estados Unidos e no Canadá. Os Historiadores, defendem que este evento começou em 1621, após o desembarque dos emigrantes ingleses em território americano, sãos-e-salvos. Comemora-se com um jantar especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa a convicção religiosa de cada um; é bom fazer uma pausa para expressar gratidão a Deus pelas alegrias e bençãos obtidas durante o “ano transacto”. Mesmo quando enfrentamos lutas” sérias; problemas de saúde, dificuldades financeiras, desafios e incertezas profissionais, há sempre“motivo” de gratidão pela Vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gratidão pela “Vida”&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;%%%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;onde o Amor nos “amores”&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;%%%&lt;/span&gt; na Amizade, e na Família&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; está bem vivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;%%%%%%%%%%%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*** *** *** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;========&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-5570394271256145740?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/5570394271256145740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=5570394271256145740&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/5570394271256145740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/5570394271256145740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-ano-novo-com-gratidao.html' title='Feliz Ano Novo com Gratidão'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SziShch-bmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/2MeFO9PpYNE/s72-c/untiled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-5512401582665182196</id><published>2009-12-18T11:23:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:56:26.276Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natal'/><title type='text'>Príncipe de Paz e Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SytnFY5P0PI/AAAAAAAAAg0/2n-ezOIz2II/s1600-h/00021.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416536319122723058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SytnFY5P0PI/AAAAAAAAAg0/2n-ezOIz2II/s400/00021.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sytm-xhvuoI/AAAAAAAAAgs/cjfKFVGwrow/s1600-h/amor04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416536205475953282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sytm-xhvuoI/AAAAAAAAAgs/cjfKFVGwrow/s400/amor04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sytm0QdwRuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fgr5AV5WUC4/s1600-h/0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416536024802150114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sytm0QdwRuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fgr5AV5WUC4/s400/0031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;O Natal é possuir "coisas"...Ou o Natal é Amar-te?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*************************************************&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*****************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-5512401582665182196?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/5512401582665182196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=5512401582665182196&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-5184575079696091605</id><published>2009-12-09T14:56:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:09:23.668Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIDA'/><title type='text'>Pensamentos de Sábios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sx-8YIhaSoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Q9A2QKMhqhQ/s1600-h/fotos+agosto+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413252399913126530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sx-8YIhaSoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Q9A2QKMhqhQ/s400/fotos+agosto+2008+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Pensamentos sábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;“A Tristeza é um muro entre dois jardins.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Kahlil Gibran)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Crescer significa mudar ea mudança envolve riscos, passar do conhecido para o desconhecido.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Podes despedir-te da tua família e dos teus amigos e afastar-te milharesde quilómetros, mas, ao mesmo tempo, levá-los no teu coração, na tua mente, no teu estômago, pois não só vives no mundo, mas o mundo vive em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (Frederick Buechner).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nada nos deixa tão solitários como os nossos segredos”. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Paul Tournier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"A alma é curada na companhia das crianças”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Fyodor Dostoievski) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Gosto de pensar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – Gosto de observar – &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto das pessoas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – Gosto de aprender – &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gosto de viver com quem ama a Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;(PjCondePaulino):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-5184575079696091605?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/5184575079696091605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=5184575079696091605&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/5184575079696091605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/5184575079696091605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/12/pensamentos-de-sabios.html' title='Pensamentos de Sábios'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sx-8YIhaSoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Q9A2QKMhqhQ/s72-c/fotos+agosto+2008+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-4050968333576433263</id><published>2009-11-27T10:30:00.031Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:18:36.172Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIDA'/><title type='text'>Piquenique da Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sw-qwj2pUaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Knpsj1_x6Yc/s1600/passeio+da+igreja+paulo+natanael+e+oscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408729428730139042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sw-qwj2pUaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Knpsj1_x6Yc/s400/passeio+da+igreja+paulo+natanael+e+oscar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt; ((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Óscar,(&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;viola)&lt;/span&gt; Natanael (&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jambé&lt;/span&gt;) e cá o "Je" (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;acordeão&lt;/span&gt;). no piquenique em Mourão- tocando e cantando com dezenas de pessoas, aplaudindo a Paz Divina nos corações dos homens e mulheres de boa vontade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Piquenique da amizade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vi amor, nos sorrisos d`alegria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A brincar também se aprende...&lt;br /&gt;Dancei livre, sem ter vergonha&lt;br /&gt;No outono azul, de Sol quente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vi amor, nos sorrisos d`&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recebi amor..feito de abraços&lt;br /&gt;Cantei... com os que amamos&lt;br /&gt;Ofereci amor, unindo esforços&lt;br /&gt;No amor, jamais esquecemos&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-4050968333576433263?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/4050968333576433263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=4050968333576433263&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4050968333576433263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4050968333576433263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/11/piquenique-da-amizade.html' title='Piquenique da Amizade'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sw-qwj2pUaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Knpsj1_x6Yc/s72-c/passeio+da+igreja+paulo+natanael+e+oscar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-4652787609655631023</id><published>2009-11-23T08:36:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:56:12.207Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>OLHAR DE AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SwpMpNibrSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5qDlUbqNlhY/s1600/fotos+Pj+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407218573504130338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SwpMpNibrSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5qDlUbqNlhY/s400/fotos+Pj+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(((Fotos de Pj no Alentejo)))&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.(post já editado em 22/09/008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Segunda feira, um excelente dia para reflectir no que há de mais valioso em todo o universo. Vejam, meus amigos o que eu li, e, como senti um um arrepio de tristeza com a imediata &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;resposta do amor feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhar de Amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Foi um choque para aquela jovem mãe quando recebeu o diagnóstico de câncer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucederam-se os tratamentos e, naquele dia, depois de receber alta" do hospital, quando ela voltou para casa, sentiu-se muito triste. Ela estava consciente da sua aparência. Estava sem cabelos, por causa da radioterapia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-se desencorajada. O seu marido continuaria a amá-la? E seu filho? Ele tinha apenas seis anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quando chegou em casa, sentou-se na cozinha, pensando na melhor maneira de explicar ao seu filho porque estava tão feia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ele apareceu na porta e ficou olhando-a, curioso. Quando ela iniciou o discurso que ensaiara para ajudá-lo a entender o que via, o menino aproximou-se e aconchegou-se no seu colo, quietinho, a cabeça recostada no seu peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ela acariciou a cabecinha do filho e disse: "filhote, vais ver como daqui a pouco o meu cabelo vai crescer e eu vou ficar melhor, como era antes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;O menino levantou-se, olhou para ela, pensativo. Depois, com a espontaneidade da sua idade, respondeu: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;" o teu cabelo está diferente,&lt;/span&gt; mãe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas o teu coração está igualzinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"A mãe não precisava de mais nada, para esperançosamente melhorar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Com os olhos cheios de lágrimas ela sentiu um alívio no coração com a plena certeza que já estava muito melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O essencial é invisível aos olhos, dizia o pequeno príncipe, no livro de Antoine de Saint Exupéry&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quem ama vê além da aparência física e é isto que ama&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;A essência do amor puro envolvente verdadeiro descendo directamente do Deus de Amor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-4652787609655631023?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/4652787609655631023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=4652787609655631023&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4652787609655631023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4652787609655631023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/11/fotos-de-pj-no-alentejosegunda-feira-um.html' title='OLHAR DE AMOR'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SwpMpNibrSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5qDlUbqNlhY/s72-c/fotos+Pj+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-269777053008529480</id><published>2009-11-19T13:39:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:09:09.278Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actualidade'/><title type='text'>A LENDA DA VERDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SwVMJk1QvLI/AAAAAAAAAgA/FWRMcz5-GZ0/s1600/fotos+Pj+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405810655117753522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SwVMJk1QvLI/AAAAAAAAAgA/FWRMcz5-GZ0/s400/fotos+Pj+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Foto de Natanael Paulino - Londres-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;O ESPELHO DA VERDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Conta a lenda que Deus enviou a Verdade em forma de espelho - enorme como o Universo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o espelho se aproximou da Terra, quebrou-se em inumeros pedaços, espalhados por todos os continentes do planeta azul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas sabiam que “O Espelho” era a Verdade; mas, não sabiam que o espelho estava dividido em muitos pedaços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quem detém a verdade absoluta, além do próprio Deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Os cientistas, pesquizadores, inventores e outros, procuram a Verdade das Coisas, e da Vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mas, imensas vezes, proclamam as “suas verdades”, esquecendo que é só um pedaço do "espelho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se, na humildade, juntares o “pedaço da verdade” por ti descoberta, a outras verdades vividas, certamente serás mais perfeito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ninguém é senhor absoluto da verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-269777053008529480?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/269777053008529480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=269777053008529480&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/269777053008529480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/269777053008529480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/11/lenda-da-verdade.html' title='A LENDA DA VERDADE'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SwVMJk1QvLI/AAAAAAAAAgA/FWRMcz5-GZ0/s72-c/fotos+Pj+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-6890423111630039371</id><published>2009-11-04T13:57:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:05:51.534Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIDA'/><title type='text'>Eu e o meu Alentejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SvGIw2wgKDI/AAAAAAAAAf4/B6sRTHGW25o/s1600-h/fotos+Pj+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 429px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400247801107982386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SvGIw2wgKDI/AAAAAAAAAf4/B6sRTHGW25o/s400/fotos+Pj+062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; Alentejo sou mais&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Revestido&lt;/span&gt; de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; cinza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;azul,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;percorri &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;os campos&lt;/span&gt; mais bonitos de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Portugal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O céu azul, iluminou as&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; mil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;côres&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;amarelos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;verdes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; vermelhos; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ores terra&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;na &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Terra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;dos&lt;/span&gt; meus amores&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-6890423111630039371?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/6890423111630039371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=6890423111630039371&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6890423111630039371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6890423111630039371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-e-o-meu-alentejo.html' title='Eu e o meu Alentejo'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SvGIw2wgKDI/AAAAAAAAAf4/B6sRTHGW25o/s72-c/fotos+Pj+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-2133800134928406605</id><published>2009-11-02T11:17:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:53:50.554Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIDA'/><title type='text'>Desanimado?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Su7BAUH93lI/AAAAAAAAAfw/XBYvFnA45fY/s1600-h/0272.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399465214410088018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Su7BAUH93lI/AAAAAAAAAfw/XBYvFnA45fY/s400/0272.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sabedoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;“...perdes-te a fé em ti mesmo?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Médico do agente de seguros Bill Wilkins, mais uma vez, foi chamado a atender o seu doente.&lt;br /&gt;Profundamente desanimado, Bill perguntou ao médico:&lt;br /&gt;-Doutor, quantas vezes já estive neste buraco?&lt;br /&gt;-Cinquenta; és um “cliente” muito antigo&lt;br /&gt;-Este maldito vício vai matar-me, não acha doutor?&lt;br /&gt;-Ora, Bill – respondeu o médico com voz grave: “assim, não vais durar muito...&lt;br /&gt;-E...se me deixasse beber, só um copinho de vinho, para me acalmar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O médico pensou na leitura da manhã, onde Jesus dizia no “texto das bem aventuranças&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;:”&lt;em&gt;portanto, tudo que queiras que os outros te façam, faz lhe tu primeiro...O que semeares vais colher...”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Bill, está certo, mas antes vamos fazer um acordo. Há um rapaz no quarto ao lado que está muito mal. Vai falar com ele. Mostra-lhe o teu estado para ele saber onde vai parar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em vez de ficar zangado, o alcoólico Bill aceitou o desafio e, foi encontrar-se com o rapaz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O moço estava em péssimo estado. Bill viu-se a si mesmo, nos primeiros anos do alcoolismo. Mal acreditava quando ouvia a sua própria voz:&lt;br /&gt;-O alcool é uma força exterior que nos vence. Só outra força mais poderosa te pode ajudar. Se não quizeres chamá-la de Deus, chama-lhe Verdade. O que importa é reconheceres a tua fraqueza, o teu problema, confiando que, dentro de ti , pode existir uma força para te ajudar a seres vencedor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esqueceu o desejo da bebida prometida. Algo mais importante germinava dentro dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bill Wilkins, não sabia se o rapaz tinha acreditado numa palavra que fosse, mas uma coisa ele sabia: &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A “lei” do Amor Desinteressado e da Generosidade veio em seu auxilio no momento em que ele se interessou por outra pessoa, deixando de olhar, egoísticamente, para o seu umbigo”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os resultados foram tão eficazes &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;...Bill Wilkins fundou o movimento “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alcoólicos Anónimos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”, muito útil, para os que perderam a fé em si mesmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Há solução para o teu problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Não permaneças no desânimo. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anima-te&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e, nesse sorriso só teu,-&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;olha o Sol” da Vida a sorrir para ti:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-2133800134928406605?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/2133800134928406605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=2133800134928406605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/2133800134928406605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/2133800134928406605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/11/desanimado.html' title='Desanimado?'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Su7BAUH93lI/AAAAAAAAAfw/XBYvFnA45fY/s72-c/0272.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-8643419690443190146</id><published>2009-10-26T15:40:00.017Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:48:33.101Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>A Via Láctea e o Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SuXD7lPvLYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/iGTnkkFlQ0g/s1600-h/121322-87370_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396935156851223938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SuXD7lPvLYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/iGTnkkFlQ0g/s400/121322-87370_p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha Estrêla-Meu Amor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quando te vi, sonhei -, voei nas estrelas e planetas&lt;br /&gt;Senti o vento solar, quente amoroso em partículas&lt;br /&gt;Do sol nesta viagem, da corona, vivas e luminosas&lt;br /&gt;Vi brilhar no teu olhar, electrões ligando as vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sentei-me..no planeta Vénus, só para te ver passar&lt;br /&gt;Movimentos planetários, anelante nevoeiro estelar&lt;br /&gt;Num corrupio de desejos, senti universos a dançar&lt;br /&gt;Cantei versos ao luar,- feliz, sob a luz do teu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No firmamento não és estrêla anã - és linda binária&lt;br /&gt;No centro de atração mútua, viajamos nesta órbita&lt;br /&gt;Onde o amor é comum, vivificante, e com memória&lt;br /&gt;Elegante, no colo linda joia,- fulgurante na história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não sei se foi ontem, percorri na Via Láctea o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Caminho de leite no deleite de ser teu , em Sagitário&lt;br /&gt;Constelação central, onde amor acontece, completo&lt;br /&gt;No abraço impetuoso, libidinoso e lábaro - melífluo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Viajantes sem fronteiras, na infinitude que acontece&lt;br /&gt;Deus de amor, com amor, o planeta azul nos oferece&lt;br /&gt;O mais sublime:O casamento dos amantes não fenece&lt;br /&gt;Acontece, renova-se, eleva-se, vivifica-se -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; prevalece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-8643419690443190146?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/8643419690443190146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=8643419690443190146&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8643419690443190146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8643419690443190146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/10/via-laceta-e-o-amor.html' title='A Via Láctea e o Amor'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SuXD7lPvLYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/iGTnkkFlQ0g/s72-c/121322-87370_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-5663789430563472493</id><published>2009-10-23T10:26:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:10:07.151+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida destaque'/><title type='text'>Sem Saramago - Caim e Abel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SuF4bEFaW-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/GIk-mA8Be_g/s1600-h/0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395726234914806754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SuF4bEFaW-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/GIk-mA8Be_g/s400/0023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caim e Abel&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Gênesis 4 (Biblia)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“1 E conheceu Adão a Eva, sua mulher, e ela concebeu e deu à luz a Caim, e disse: Alcancei do SENHOR um homem.&lt;br /&gt;2 E deu à luz mais a seu irmão Abel; e Abel foi pastor de ovelhas, e Caim foi lavrador da terra.&lt;br /&gt;3 E aconteceu ao cabo de dias que Caim trouxe do fruto da terra uma oferta ao SENHOR.&lt;br /&gt;4 E Abel também trouxe dos primogênitos das suas ovelhas, e da sua gordura; e atentou o SENHOR para Abel e para a sua oferta.&lt;br /&gt;5 Mas para Caim e para a sua oferta não atentou. E irou-se Caim fortemente, e descaiu-lhe o semblante.&lt;br /&gt;6 E o SENHOR disse a Caim: Por que te iraste? E por que descaiu o teu semblante?&lt;br /&gt;7 &lt;strong&gt;Se bem fizeres, não é certo que serás aceite?&lt;/strong&gt; E se não fizeres bem, o pecado jaz à porta, e sobre ti será o seu desejo, mas sobre ele deves dominar”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quando ouvi a declaração, oportunista, do escritor Saramago, fiquei estupefacto pela ignorância primária e maldosa do escritor. O homem torce as escrituras, interpretando-as à sua maneira sem qualquer conhecimento minimo de Hermenêutica ou de Exegese (Ciência e método de interpretação das escrituras, aplicada na vida do ser humano.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Esta polémica levou-me a ler, novamente, o texto bíblico sobre a história dos irmãos Caim e Abel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Claro que não me vou alongar, mas, objectivamente, o que Deus prentende ensinar através desta história de vida, é a maneira certa de agir. Senão vejamos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quando Deus não aceitou a oferta de Caim ( Deus, segundo as escrituras, conhece a intenção do coração) pretende ensinar ao primógénito de Adão que, na vida, &lt;strong&gt;temos de saber aceitar o "Não",&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;aprendendo nas derrotas, o caminho da vitória&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Infelizmente, Caim,- em vez de dar o melhor de si a Deus e aos seus irmãos – &lt;strong&gt;permitiu que o ciume o dominasse&lt;/strong&gt;, matando o seu próprio irmão, Abel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lição a tirar desta história&lt;/strong&gt;? - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sê humilde e &lt;strong&gt;aprende a viver com o &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e com&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;o Sim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, sem ciumes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; justifica a violência ou a morte de alguém, pela mesquinhez das coisas temporais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cresce na harmonia da fé, confiante, cercado pela família e amigos que tanto te amam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-5663789430563472493?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/5663789430563472493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=5663789430563472493&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/5663789430563472493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/5663789430563472493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/10/sem-saramago-caim-e-abel.html' title='Sem Saramago - Caim e Abel'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SuF4bEFaW-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/GIk-mA8Be_g/s72-c/0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-2113744534587515624</id><published>2009-10-21T08:46:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:01:23.209+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Ficar no Cais?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/St6-WpBxPrI/AAAAAAAAAfY/rvhLljDMju8/s1600-h/0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394958699816107698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/St6-WpBxPrI/AAAAAAAAAfY/rvhLljDMju8/s400/0017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ficar ou Navegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Um novo dia - A noite passou suave.&lt;br /&gt;A madrugada me fez levantar, sonolento,&lt;br /&gt;tão atento, ao correr das horas que por hora,&lt;br /&gt;não me deixam ficar.&lt;br /&gt;Porque, Ficar é morrer antes de nascer...&lt;br /&gt;é ser barco no Cais, vendo os outros, de velas ufanas navegarem.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, é dia para deixar o Cais, e seguir navegando...&lt;br /&gt;A Vida é para ser Vivida, quando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Hoje:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-2113744534587515624?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/2113744534587515624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=2113744534587515624&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/2113744534587515624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/2113744534587515624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/10/ficar-no-cais.html' title='Ficar no Cais?'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/St6-WpBxPrI/AAAAAAAAAfY/rvhLljDMju8/s72-c/0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-1088879178786182020</id><published>2009-10-08T12:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:18:30.764+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOCIEDADE'/><title type='text'>TAMPAX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Ss3G12om2hI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/1qOOeGphpNM/s1600-h/radical-desde-cedo-2208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390182957533551122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Ss3G12om2hI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/1qOOeGphpNM/s400/radical-desde-cedo-2208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;***PARA SORRIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; FAZ BEM &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ALIVIA O STRESS&lt;/span&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duas criancinhas de 8 anos conversam no quarto e o menino pergunta para a menina:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- O que vais pedir no DIA DA CRIANÇA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Eu vou pedir uma Barbie e tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Eu vou pedir um TAMPAX! - responde o menino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois...na televisão dizem que, com TAMPAX, a gente pode ir à praia todos os dias, bicicleta, andar a cavalo, dançar, ir ao clube, correr...fazer um montão de coisas fixes - e o melhor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEM QUE NINGUÉM PERCEBA!... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"lol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;******************** **********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-1088879178786182020?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/1088879178786182020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=1088879178786182020&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1088879178786182020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1088879178786182020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/10/tampax.html' title='TAMPAX'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Ss3G12om2hI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/1qOOeGphpNM/s72-c/radical-desde-cedo-2208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-9151679218689140978</id><published>2009-09-18T11:32:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:26:48.012+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIDA'/><title type='text'>Sonho de um pai/mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SrOV_NYBPOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/8rnXBR3qIMg/s1600-h/dia_dos_pais-8328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382810892792577250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SrOV_NYBPOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/8rnXBR3qIMg/s400/dia_dos_pais-8328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SrNi6kBMjtI/AAAAAAAAAfA/dPR0sSlbHWg/s1600-h/pai-pesca-~-ks123489.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OS DOIS PEDIDOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Filipe ainda não tinha dez anos. Os cabelos soltos cobriam-lhe a testa desplicentes.&lt;br /&gt;O olhar era vivo, perspicaz e curioso. Aproximou-se do pai e perguntou-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pai, o que queres que eu seja quando for adulto&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;O pai deixou de lado a maceta e o cinzel de escultor e olhou demoradamente o pequeno.&lt;br /&gt;- Qual a razão dessa pergunta, meu filho?&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, pai, – disse suspirando – hoje, na escola, o meu amigo Francisco, disse que vai ser médico porque o seu avõ é médico e o pai tambem.&lt;br /&gt;O rosto do menino demonstrava uma certa ansiedade sobre esse dilema.&lt;br /&gt;-Meu filhote, – disse o progenitor, abraçando o filho – &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tenho apenas dois pedidos para te fazer&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Que sejas Correcto e Feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beijou a testa do filho. O Filipe, ainda insatisfeito com a resposta do pai, afastou-se um pouco e voltou a dizer:&lt;br /&gt;- Pai, não; não percebeu...Qual a profissão que desejas para mim?&lt;br /&gt;- A escolha da tua profissão é uma decisão tua. Não estou preocupado com isso.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quero para ti, meu filho, é algo muito mais importante. Vou repetir:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Quero que sejas Correcto (&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Leal ao teu Coração e aos que rodeiam&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. Isso significa que, seja em que profissão for, irás escolher o caminho do bem e não do mal. Na lealdade, com este principio serás sempre o melhor na vida que escolheres. - O menino sentou-se, olhando atentamente as palavras que saiam do coração do pai.&lt;br /&gt;- Confia sempre em Deus e jamais desanimes, mesmo nos dias maus... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O segundo pedido, tão ou mais importante que o primeiro, foi de novo sublinhado:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quero que sejas Feliz&lt;/span&gt;.:) - &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Correcto e feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Pai acariciou o menino afagando-lhe a cabeça, concluindo: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Para mim meu filho, o que importa é o que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ÉS &lt;/span&gt;e vais &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;SER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e não o título que vais receber&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CORRECTO E FELIZ!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-9151679218689140978?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/9151679218689140978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=9151679218689140978&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/9151679218689140978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/9151679218689140978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/09/os-dois-pedidos-o-filipe-ainda-nao.html' title='Sonho de um pai/mãe'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SrOV_NYBPOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/8rnXBR3qIMg/s72-c/dia_dos_pais-8328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-6362930056093217765</id><published>2009-09-11T15:40:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:07:20.550Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>PER TE - Soneto de amor para ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SqpjYRuTbLI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ByfORCx0iZ4/s1600-h/0107.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380221973573102770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SqpjYRuTbLI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ByfORCx0iZ4/s400/0107.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PER TE &lt;/span&gt;( musica de Josh Groban) "Sento nell'aria profumo di te&lt;br /&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Escuto harmonioso esta canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;O meu coração voa na floresta de mil cores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Há soneto de amor em mim.&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt; Para Ti&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Per Te"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto no ar, perfume suave-o teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Olho ao redor e penso: estás aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Não, não há ninguém somente eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Estás na caixa de musica que abri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Vives no ar que respiro, tão longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Descalça, na margem do rio azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Danças...no meu olhar sorridente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;No corpo de mil curvas norte- sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Para ti, canto nas folhas a canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Brisa suave nas árvores do jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Per Te" desnudo, vivo a emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Para ti, danço na chuva de verão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Na tropicalidade, sinto o desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;Per Te&lt;/span&gt;"abro musicas no coração&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-6362930056093217765?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/6362930056093217765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=6362930056093217765&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6362930056093217765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6362930056093217765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/09/per-te-soneto-de-amor-para-ti.html' title='PER TE - Soneto de amor para ti'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SqpjYRuTbLI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ByfORCx0iZ4/s72-c/0107.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-346084634345237701</id><published>2009-09-02T11:32:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:49:50.773+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversário'/><title type='text'>Ser Pai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sp72GmQubWI/AAAAAAAAAew/I9p1XwgKJD0/s1600-h/Fotografia+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sp72GmQubWI/AAAAAAAAAew/I9p1XwgKJD0/s400/Fotografia+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377005598337297762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Um percurso cheio de momentos inesquecíveis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O Pai e a Maioridade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.2  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;meta name="AUTHOR" content="Paulo paulino"&gt;&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="20090902;11132635"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGEDBY" content="Paulo paulino"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="20090828;10141100"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No dia 30 de Agosto comemorei 18 anos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque sorriram com esse ar duvidoso?;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sim, estou a festejar a maioridade ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dezoito anos na actividade única e sublime de ser Pai&lt;/span&gt;:)))))))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-346084634345237701?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/346084634345237701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=346084634345237701&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/346084634345237701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/346084634345237701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/09/ser-pai.html' title='Ser Pai!'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sp72GmQubWI/AAAAAAAAAew/I9p1XwgKJD0/s72-c/Fotografia+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-6847357491487477667</id><published>2009-08-21T15:28:00.019+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:19:32.463+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Amor ao piano -  Com melodia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/So7hsp8w4_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/Y_9COof31i8/s1600-h/0102.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/So7hsp8w4_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/Y_9COof31i8/s400/0102.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372479562790790130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/So6wETW6A7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/EHl7BX1xnd4/s1600-h/341633788_21389db97c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/So6wETW6A7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/EHl7BX1xnd4/s400/341633788_21389db97c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372424993461896114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Amor ao Piano&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ontem, ao fim da manhã, entrei  na sala vazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Contemplativo, olhei os quadros da tua beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vi a ternura do teu olhar, e,lá no fundo da sala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vi o piano, de branco, na pintura de ti mesma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nos passos demorados,  tão próximo, descansei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No banco do pianista  de porte elegante, sonhei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sonhei a melodia com a polpa dos dedos...ágeis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Acariciei cada tecla, binárias de cores.. frágeis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Quando chegas-te, sorri de ternura, envolvente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nos lábios melódicos senti "pianinho", ardente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;O toque da tua mão, delicada de amor , quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A duas mãos, tocámos a melodia efervescente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Entre arpejos na paleta dos sons, amor salgado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dó-ré-mi-fa-sol-lá-si...pausa no "Mi,  sustenido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Olhei a pauta de clave elegante, qual teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Em cada gesto, amei,doravante, o"g"teu ponto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Depois, danças ao ritmo da musica imaginária&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elegante, bela: és rainha, deusa sem mitologia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Convidas-me, eu subo,- seguro a tua mão regia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Somos um, no amor afinado, vivo na&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; melodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PjCondePaulino ( Agosto 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-6847357491487477667?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/6847357491487477667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=6847357491487477667&amp;isPopup=true' title='55 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6847357491487477667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6847357491487477667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/08/ao-som-da-nossa-musica.html' title='Amor ao piano -  Com melodia!'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/So7hsp8w4_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/Y_9COof31i8/s72-c/0102.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>55</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-2386249866283695909</id><published>2009-08-12T12:10:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:52:34.333+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>INSIGHT - Soneto repentino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SoKj5tJXd6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/LRWuD9p7Ods/s1600-h/0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SoKj5tJXd6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/LRWuD9p7Ods/s400/0083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369033917545805730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.2  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;meta name="AUTHOR" content="Paulo paulino"&gt;&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="20090812;9113000"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGEDBY" content="Paulo paulino"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="20090812;11560732"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Insight &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;lucidez repentina...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.2  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;meta name="AUTHOR" content="Paulo paulino"&gt;&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="20090812;9113000"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGEDBY" content="Paulo paulino"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="20090812;11560732"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Num momento único de lucidez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na psicoadaptação da vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Percorri amores de anatomia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mais que vinho de embriaguez!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Senti saudade do que foi ontem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morri de saudade do amanhã&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje, cúmplice da vida irmã&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intimidade sabida: não contem!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cântico de gratidão é meu lema&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não colho ódios, quero ser gente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que ama a vida, bela no poema!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Insight&lt;/span&gt;, saltarei as pedras, insight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não olho espelhos, vou em frente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Com o amor no olhar,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; magnificat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PjCondePaulino (Agosto 2009)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-2386249866283695909?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/2386249866283695909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=2386249866283695909&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/2386249866283695909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/2386249866283695909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/08/insight-soneto-repentino.html' title='INSIGHT - Soneto repentino'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SoKj5tJXd6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/LRWuD9p7Ods/s72-c/0083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-1644199304403510393</id><published>2009-08-10T13:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:49:27.529+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>INANIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SoAYcYlkVQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/0ceZYequXZY/s1600-h/0044.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 362px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SoAYcYlkVQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/0ceZYequXZY/s400/0044.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368317631741056258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Inanidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sem valor, fútil, vazio de...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eu sou o que sou por ontem ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eu sou a fé irmã da esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sou o amor sem inconfidência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sou o que sou por hoje ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sombras de ontem me procuram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nas névoas do tempo amargo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tacteando eu vou, esperançado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Em Deus sem medo me acharam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sou o que fui,  amanhã talvez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sou homem, sou luz e sou mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sou o que sonha, e sem altivez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Aprendo orgulhoso a humildade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Entre quedas na aprendizagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ah!Meu Deus,sinto-me&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;inanidade&lt;/span&gt;!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PjCondePaulino (Agosto 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-1644199304403510393?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/1644199304403510393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=1644199304403510393&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1644199304403510393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1644199304403510393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/08/inanidade.html' title='INANIDADE'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SoAYcYlkVQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/0ceZYequXZY/s72-c/0044.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-8190866230680065889</id><published>2009-08-04T15:28:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:40:43.493+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>SONETO DE AMOR DANÇADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SnhHN1RSc-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/0bMUulAlBRk/s1600-h/pr85838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SnhHN1RSc-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/0bMUulAlBRk/s400/pr85838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366117258975409122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;****    ****    ****    ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Soneto do amor dançado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inclinei o corpo na vénia, cavalheiroso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Sorriso escondido, encontras-te o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Vi o mar nos teus olhos de água, sou teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; No olhar distante, tão próximo é virtuoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Senti o toque das tuas mãos...despertei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Não vejo nada, assim  apaixonado, etéreo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;O perfume fresco me enfeitiçou no sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pairando entre acordes de amor - dancei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bailando na via láctea amei com emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A mais bela entre miríades... de coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Te amei, fecunda no lar das estrelas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;O planeta azul é quase tão belo como tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;O céu do amor se envergonhou ficou nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vamos dançar; és bela,  entre as mais belas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PjCondePaulino ( Agosto 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-8190866230680065889?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/8190866230680065889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=8190866230680065889&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8190866230680065889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8190866230680065889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/08/soneto-de-amor-dancado.html' title='SONETO DE AMOR DANÇADO'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SnhHN1RSc-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/0bMUulAlBRk/s72-c/pr85838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-6737269964434361698</id><published>2009-07-31T12:01:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:25:34.368+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Tu és...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SnLQUVpuzLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HJ_gd4-vOrQ/s1600-h/amor26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SnLQUVpuzLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HJ_gd4-vOrQ/s400/amor26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364579153979821234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.2  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;meta name="AUTHOR" content="Paulo paulino"&gt;&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="20090731;10505075"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGEDBY" content="Paulo paulino"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="20090731;11595865"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tu és...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tu és sonho na real beleza do amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;És mar no mar do teu olhar que eu amo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;És prazer, sem termo no tempo de ser&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;És tão bela na beleza, níveo amanhecer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tu és horizonte  no amar sonhador&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;És Sol na praia do teu olhar que eu amo&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PjCondePaulino (Julho 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-6737269964434361698?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/6737269964434361698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=6737269964434361698&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6737269964434361698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6737269964434361698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/07/tu-es.html' title='Tu és...'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SnLQUVpuzLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HJ_gd4-vOrQ/s72-c/amor26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-6633621153954970473</id><published>2009-07-20T10:49:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:27:32.694+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Na Praia dos Amores!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SmQ-Yv4oN4I/AAAAAAAAAcg/k5SLkxX9wUc/s1600-h/0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SmQ-Yv4oN4I/AAAAAAAAAcg/k5SLkxX9wUc/s400/0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360478051369498498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.2  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;meta name="AUTHOR" content="Paulo paulino"&gt;&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="20090720;9525701"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGEDBY" content="Paulo paulino"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="20090720;10453845"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na Praia dos Amores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentado na praia dos amores olhei a lua de prata&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O mar chegou  mansinho,  veio beijar-me os pés&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A noite estava calma igual ao mar da minha alma &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A lembrança dos teus beijos no sorriso lés a lés.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na areia, desenhei no abraço, silhuetas na noite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O espelho nas águas, mostrou reflexos de amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A musica das ondas, sinfonias sentidas no deleite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gemidos doces, cantando vitórias de vencedor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abraçados na praia dos amores sob a luz de prata&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cantando baixinho, dançando nus, dueto afinado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sem preconceitos somos um, no corpo com alma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Está escrito nos céus nas letras do sorriso amado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PjCondePaulino ( Julho 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-6633621153954970473?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/6633621153954970473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=6633621153954970473&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6633621153954970473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6633621153954970473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflexos-de-amor.html' title='Na Praia dos Amores!'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SmQ-Yv4oN4I/AAAAAAAAAcg/k5SLkxX9wUc/s72-c/0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-2514553862296338076</id><published>2009-07-15T11:05:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:34:35.877+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIDA'/><title type='text'>A  FORÇA  E  A  CORAGEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sl7X-Peh4oI/AAAAAAAAAb4/4zEsvCiEzrg/s1600-h/0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sl7X-Peh4oI/AAAAAAAAAb4/4zEsvCiEzrg/s400/0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358958070923911810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;A  Força e a Coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Ontem, lá onde a memória vive, senti medo e a coragem me empolgou!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(de PjCondePaulino)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;    ****&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    ****&lt;/span&gt;    ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Preciso de forças para fazer tudo sozinho, mas preciso de coragem para pedir ajuda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Preciso de forças para estar e fazer o mais certo, mas preciso de coragem para admitir o erro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Preciso de forças para enfrentar a vida, mas preciso de coragem para admitir as minhas fraquezas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Preciso de forças para gritar contra as injustiças, mas preciso de muita coragem para para ser justo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Preciso de forças para pregar a verdade, mas preciso de coragem para ser verdadeiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Preciso de forças para sobreviver, mas preciso de coragem para aprender a viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Preciso de forças para falar, mas preciso de coragem para aprender a calar-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Preciso de forças para  pregar a paz, mas preciso de ter coragem para construí-la na intimidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Preciso de forças para amar, mas preciso de coragem para aprender a ser amado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;    **** &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;    ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A força e a Coragem são duas virtudes com as quais precisamos viver todos os dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A Coragem para me vencer deve ser uma realidade, antes de vencer os outros...De perdoar antes de ser perdoado...De amar mesmo antes de ser amado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A Coragem é &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;calma e segura, é &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;fonte de equilíbrio&lt;/span&gt;, no meio da maior tempestade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;    ****  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  **** &lt;/span&gt;  ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queridos amigos que a força e a coragem sejam uma constante na vossa vida, contribuindo para uma maior felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-2514553862296338076?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/2514553862296338076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=2514553862296338076&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/2514553862296338076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/2514553862296338076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/07/forca-da-coragem.html' title='A  FORÇA  E  A  CORAGEM'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sl7X-Peh4oI/AAAAAAAAAb4/4zEsvCiEzrg/s72-c/0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-3656520966747404324</id><published>2009-07-08T11:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:53:53.848+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Múrmurios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SlR6BKlgFyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/jF05Zsp2Tb8/s1600-h/honestidade.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Murmúrios&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Corri no vento, frechas de fechaduras soltas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soprei murmúrios de lamento, não estavas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entrei na janela, vidros partidos na saudade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou Caminhante, há almofadas em desalinho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No soalho, envernizado pelas mãos gretadas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gemendo a dor de amor, de joelhos no nada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque és tudo, quando não estás, és sonho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Presente,  amada, nos murmúrios do Divino.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-3656520966747404324?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/3656520966747404324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=3656520966747404324&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/3656520966747404324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/3656520966747404324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/07/murmurios.html' title='Múrmurios'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SlR6BKlgFyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/jF05Zsp2Tb8/s72-c/honestidade.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-9068715544891853221</id><published>2009-07-01T15:35:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:55:34.389+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIDA'/><title type='text'>Embriagados pelo Prazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Skt03AKgX4I/AAAAAAAAAaA/8RG_ijMy7y4/s1600-h/156388,1206831799,1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;h1 style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="western" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Embriagados pelo Prazer &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p style="text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Folheava a revista Novas de Alegria quando o meu olhar se fixou num artigo, cujo o título sugestivo, me chamou a atenção: &lt;b&gt;" A mania do prazer" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;assinado por Alexandre Samuel Lopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enquanto lia o texto, retive alguns pensamentos que, de alguma forma, me fizeram pensar...Sim, que às vezes também é preciso pensar, analisar, e não "comer" tudo que os meios de comunicação nos querem dar. &lt;b&gt;Estou cansado "do politicamente correcto" ... das "doutrinas deste século"...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No desenvolvimento do tema, o articulista do referido artigo, mencionava um pensamento retirado do livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Tolstoi, in Anne Karinine)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Fomos atrás do prazer e nunca encontramos a felicidade".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Transcrevo mais um excerto que reza assim: &lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Homens e mulheres são comprados e vendidos para alimentar o negocio do prazer, ou o prazer que proporciona"  - "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma existencia superficial,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; pois não pode ser mantida sem os meios artificiais /bebidas, drogas, etc..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Na parte conclusiva do artigo, lemos o seguinte: "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Viver só para o prazer, é um tipo de existência que nunca satisfaz plenamente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;, pois nunca será o bastante".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;e continua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A vida torna-se mais egoísta,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; as pessoas vivem só para si&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;, pondo de lado esposa/marido, filhos e pais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"Homens e mulheres que eram grandes acabam na maior miséria, porque vivem desenfreadamente, ou são descobertas as suas vidas paralelas de prazer (excessos).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Acredito que Deus nos criou para sermos felizes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Mas &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;não acredito que &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o prazer pelo prazer&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; desenfreado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, seja o caminho certo para a verdadeira felicidade!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-9068715544891853221?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/9068715544891853221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=9068715544891853221&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/9068715544891853221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/9068715544891853221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/07/embriagados-pelo-prazer.html' title='Embriagados pelo Prazer'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Skt03AKgX4I/AAAAAAAAAaA/8RG_ijMy7y4/s72-c/156388,1206831799,1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-7393305464924079199</id><published>2009-06-26T15:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:56:08.989+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>A Coragem do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SkTc5BdaH7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/r7uWU_Q6_Bk/s1600-h/P7210467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SkTc5BdaH7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/r7uWU_Q6_Bk/s400/P7210467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351645129425428402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto de Pjsoueu - Alentejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"O Amor não prospera em corações que se amedrontam com as sombras."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Vale a pena pensar nisto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-7393305464924079199?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/7393305464924079199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=7393305464924079199&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/7393305464924079199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/7393305464924079199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/06/coragem-do-amor.html' title='A Coragem do Amor'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SkTc5BdaH7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/r7uWU_Q6_Bk/s72-c/P7210467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-4114339516264221475</id><published>2009-06-17T11:32:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:05:33.857+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Vem Sorrir Comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SjjGpGz8o-I/AAAAAAAAAZw/YS6DOXd-E48/s1600-h/viagens+plo+Alentejo+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SjjGpGz8o-I/AAAAAAAAAZw/YS6DOXd-E48/s400/viagens+plo+Alentejo+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348242967007896546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.2  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;meta name="AUTHOR" content="Paulo paulino"&gt;&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="20090617;11112919"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGEDBY" content="Paulo paulino"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="20090617;11271235"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem Sorrir Comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Era tarde na tarde quando o sol aqueceu, foi  amanhã&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Olhei o futuro no passado que foi teu, e vivi o amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Entre raios do astro rei senti a fragrância, nas folhas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Vem sorrir comigo, abraça-me, ao ritmo do coração...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-4114339516264221475?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/4114339516264221475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=4114339516264221475&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4114339516264221475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4114339516264221475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/06/vem-sorrir-comigo.html' title='Vem Sorrir Comigo'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SjjGpGz8o-I/AAAAAAAAAZw/YS6DOXd-E48/s72-c/viagens+plo+Alentejo+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-10212955354837127</id><published>2009-05-27T12:24:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:28:19.636+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>O AMOR E O TÉDIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sh0zwblKseI/AAAAAAAAAZo/oFuPgiAvENk/s1600-h/secreto-de-amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sh0zwblKseI/AAAAAAAAAZo/oFuPgiAvENk/s400/secreto-de-amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340481640261661154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O AMOR E O TÉDIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A principal causa da separação conjugal, a médio e a longo prazo é o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;TÉDIO&lt;/span&gt;. Gradualmente, a relação que era sólida, romântica e doce, vai caindo no cansaço da&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; rotina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Os dias de namoro transformam-se em simples&lt;/span&gt; lembranças&lt;/span&gt;; memórias, quase apagadas, na mente e no coração, só recordadas em momentos esporádicos&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; de interesse meramente físico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando há filhos, exigem cuidados e atenções. Depois, é o trabalho profissional que exige tempo, energia e empenho. São as tarefas domésticas, repetitivas e cansativas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tudo isto, cada membro do casal, vai realizando o que lhe compete, duma forma mecânica e roboticamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até o lazer e relaxe  de fim de semana,  segue uma programação prévia e previsível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perante este e outros cenários similares, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;não se admire que os anos tragam para o ambiente do casal, o terrível e perigoso inimigo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; A Rotina.&lt;/span&gt; Com ela, o desinteresse, a frieza a distancia a apatia, e, naturalmente, o esmorecimento dos sentimentos perante o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tenho observado relações conjugais duradouras, que comemoram bodas de prata e de ouro. Acredito, perfeitamente que é possível manter acesa a chama do amor, através dos anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O amor é comparado a  uma delicada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;precisa de cuidados constantes e cuidadosos para que não desfaleça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O romantismo que caracteriza o tempo de namoro deve ser mantido, inovado, reinventado, constante, surpreendente, novo em cada manhã/noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bilhetinho romântico na mesa de cabeceira; um  telefonema inesperado, sugestivo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor , de manhã,  ao pequeno almoço. Um toque diferente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantar-se antes do outro, preparar uma bandeja, carinhosamente, e servir o café na cama. Quantas mulheres e homens, sonham com tal acontecimento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Prepare um fim de semana romântico.&lt;/span&gt; As crianças ? - Ficam com os avós ou com uma amiga. Faça o tal&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passeio a dois&lt;/span&gt;, redescobrindo a luz prateada da lua dos namorados;&lt;/span&gt; contem de novo as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;estrelas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;dêem-lhe os vossos nomes&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Não tema a declaração de amor, um elogio ao cabelo, realçando a elegância do novo vestido - ao lindo olhar do seu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas coisas, aparentemente insignificantes, mas que podem mudar para sempre o futuro das nossas vidas na forma como vivemos e saboreamos o &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;AMOR q&lt;/span&gt;ue na verdade é sempre eterno, porque&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; nasceu no coração do Deus de Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-10212955354837127?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/10212955354837127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=10212955354837127&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/10212955354837127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/10212955354837127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-amor-e-o-tedio.html' title='O AMOR E O TÉDIO'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sh0zwblKseI/AAAAAAAAAZo/oFuPgiAvENk/s72-c/secreto-de-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-6882235756349909124</id><published>2009-05-22T16:12:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:30:29.208+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>O Cuco na Floresta do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/ShbDiwejyxI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Hhzs3GI-ICA/s1600-h/1193_2004-0946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/ShbDiwejyxI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Hhzs3GI-ICA/s400/1193_2004-0946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338669410190347026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Cuco na Floresta do Amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Há muitos anos, conta a lenda, que um belo Cuco vivia para fazer feliz os que viviam na floresta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Vivia na copa dos pinheiros, atento a todos os movimentos, vigilante, para que nada, nem ninguém entrasse naquele lugar, para destruir a floresta, naturalmente harmoniosa para todos que viviam o amor pleno e verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cantava: - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cu-Cu...Cu-Co.&lt;/span&gt;..para avisar dos perigos os habitantes felizes daquele lugar de paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A bruxa malvada ( como todos os invejosos ) sentia ciumes por não saber cantar o amor, nem ser amada. Um dia, sorrateira e malvadamente, apanhou o pobre Cuco numa armadilha e foi prende-lo num relógio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Todos estavam infelizes; o canto da bela ave já não se fazia ouvir na floresta do amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, - há sempre um mas - O Cuco não se conformou com  a sua condição de presidiário e, mesmo fechado, arranjou maneira de, pela janela do relógio, cantar nas horas certas, a melodia protectora do amor...: -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Cu-cu Cu-Co&lt;/span&gt;...(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; e eu acho que afinal, o Cuco não está preso, sempre que o amor está comigo, lá na floresta do amor, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;oiço o seu cantar protector na ternura do seu canto):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Fora com os invejosos - Abaixo as bruxinhas - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Viva as horas do amor, sem medo de ser feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;O AMOR  NÃO ESTÁ PRESO &lt;/span&gt;- O AMOR É BELO E LIVRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O AMOR... É...O AMOR:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-6882235756349909124?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/6882235756349909124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=6882235756349909124&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6882235756349909124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6882235756349909124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-cuco-na-floresta-do-amor.html' title='O Cuco na Floresta do Amor'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/ShbDiwejyxI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Hhzs3GI-ICA/s72-c/1193_2004-0946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-6677022181540998256</id><published>2009-05-08T09:44:00.021+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:19:37.944+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Amor Eterno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SgPy5SwRcSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-AIuhe7ye2s/s1600-h/amor26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SgPy5SwRcSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-AIuhe7ye2s/s400/amor26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333373449837572386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nota prévia:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; O Amor é superior aos egoísmos fúteis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;O Amor?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que seja Eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não enquanto dure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;É Sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Amor é Eterno e não fenece&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Amor é ausente tão presente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Amor é belo, não se esquece&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Amor é benévolo, sorridente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Amor é Vida,jamais esmorece&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Amor é protector, não mente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Amor não é nosso, é da vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Amor é;e tu? Lhe dás guarida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Amor  espera, não desespera&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Amor é; habita cada esquina&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Amor não fere, alivia a ferida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Amor d`amar feliz,se regozija.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O Amor que seja Eterno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não enquanto dure&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;É Sempre&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-6677022181540998256?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/6677022181540998256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=6677022181540998256&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6677022181540998256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6677022181540998256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/05/amor-eterno.html' title='Amor Eterno'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SgPy5SwRcSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-AIuhe7ye2s/s72-c/amor26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-8389681096443455104</id><published>2009-05-04T10:50:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:57:39.312+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida destaque'/><title type='text'>Altruísmo Genuíno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sf69OF1EleI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cr2qu2gDviw/s1600-h/0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 384px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sf69OF1EleI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cr2qu2gDviw/s400/0213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331907058633840098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Courier New,monospace;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Altruísmo Genuíno&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,monospace;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nos últimos dias vivo com a sensação de estar a dar pouco de mim a quem precisa, sinto essa ausência de satisfação interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,monospace;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Há uma realização tão agradável e cálida de bem estar, sempre que faço algo em prol dos outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,monospace;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na qualidade de Homem Cristão de Negócios, tenho o privilégio de partilhar ideias, participar em iniciativas de cariz social e, acima de tudo, ajudar Psico-física-espiritual e animicamente a quem é tão fustigado pelos  problemas diários da vida actual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,monospace;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sou um cristão não religioso;&lt;/span&gt; detesto rótulos, religiosos, políticos, ou outros mais ou menos seculares“. São títulos” vazios de altruísmo e verdadeira bondade. Prefiro mil vezes ser anónimo mas com um coração pronto a ser útil,disponível, para um abraço de solidariedade, amizade e amor genuíno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,monospace;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sou um leitor interessado e atento sobre todos os temas que envolvam o bem estar do ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,monospace;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,monospace;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Esta manhã peguei na Bíblia e li sobre as virtudes da generosidade, reconhecendo que nem todos possuem muito, mas todos nós temos a oportunidade de partilhar a nossa abundância com aqueles que precisam. Por exemplo, Provérbios 3:27 e 28 afirma: &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;“Quanto for possível, não deixes de fazer o bem a quem dele precisa. Não digas ao teu próximo: ‘Volta amanhã, e te darei, se podes ajudá-lo hoje”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,monospace;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salomão, em Provérbios 11:24 referia-se ao altruísmo genuíno quando diz:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Há quem dê generosamente, e veja aumentar as suas riquezas; outros retêm o que deveriam dar, e caem na pobreza”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,monospace;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Não posso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; entender todos os caminhos da Vida, mas acredito na lei da sementeira&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Semeio em ti o Amor...O Amor grávido de esperança me oferece graciosamente, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mais Amor Altruísta e Genuíno&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-8389681096443455104?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/8389681096443455104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=8389681096443455104&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8389681096443455104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8389681096443455104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/05/altruismo-genuino.html' title='Altruísmo Genuíno'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sf69OF1EleI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cr2qu2gDviw/s72-c/0213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-1573601829428377606</id><published>2009-04-28T15:28:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:20:51.168+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Ser Mãe e o Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SfcT9_XpNzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/C0Hoj3nonrk/s1600-h/amor04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329750639719823154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 225px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SfcT9_XpNzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/C0Hoj3nonrk/s400/amor04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ser Mãe e o Amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recebi pela Internet uma carta que rezava assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;“Sempre soube que ela era importante para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Só não sabia o quanto ela era, realmente, valiosa e especial.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre imaginei que, se um dia ela me faltasse, eu, naturalmente ia sentir a sua falta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca imaginei o que a sua ausência permanente, verdadeiramente representaria para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre me disseram que o &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;amor de mãe é diferente, sublime, quase divino;&lt;/span&gt; ouvi tantas coisas acerca desse relacionamento: Mães e Filhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, confesso, não foi bastante o que ouvi acerca do verdadeiro amor de mãe; banalizei algo tão sublime, não lhe dei o verdadeiro valor até ao dia em que ela me faltou...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era uma tarde de primavera, o vento soprava brando, na minha casa ninguém suspeitava da tragédia que se aproximava. A noticia chegou como uma bomba; eu não cria acreditar – não a minha mãe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus não ia permitir que as mães morressem . Não assim, não a minha.Engano meu; era verdade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A verdade mais cruel e mais dura. Jamais o meu coração tinha vivido e suportado dor igual... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela partiu sem me dizer adeus, sem me dar mais um abraço, mais um beijo, sem me dar colo mais uma vez, sem me dizer o que fazer, agora que estou sem ela...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma ferida no meu peito se abriu e não passa, não cicatriza,...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É a falta que ela me faz; Os seus passos no quarto antes de eu despertar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sua presença silenciosa nos meus momentos de angustia, sussurrando no meu ouvido:&lt;br /&gt;Não te preocupes meu filho, tudo vai acabar bem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É a saudade que aperta o meu coração e me faz derramar lágrimas ás escondidas...&lt;br /&gt;É um arrependimento por tudo que lhe disse ou fiz, que a entristeceu ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora sei que Mãe, é mesmo, alguém muito especial.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queridos amigos, já tentei pesquisar todos os argumentos para definir - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mãe&lt;/span&gt; –; com sinceridade, não consegui, soa tudo, a pouco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo a minha Mãe a Mãe do meu filho – todas as Mães (biológicas/do coração).Sou apaixonado pelo sentido de ser Mãe, e mesmo assim, ainda não sei dizer, sem me emocionar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Mãe eu te Amo, porque tu me amaste mesmo antes da minha existència,...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe, é o amor por excelência, vindo dos céus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Cuida dos teus amores&lt;/span&gt;, porque embora sejam para sempre, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;não vão estar contigo para sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-1573601829428377606?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/1573601829428377606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=1573601829428377606&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1573601829428377606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1573601829428377606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/04/ser-mae-e-o-amor.html' title='Ser Mãe e o Amor'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SfcT9_XpNzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/C0Hoj3nonrk/s72-c/amor04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-8770763912126734394</id><published>2009-04-20T10:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:51:52.624+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Chuva de Amor Transparente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SexEaOcxzEI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1hEKC1CpkZU/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SexEaOcxzEI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1hEKC1CpkZU/s400/amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326707676618542146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chuva de Amor Transparente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feliz, caminhei descalço, na suavidade com relva&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abracei a flor branca de chuva, rósea flamejante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Camisas molhadas, corpos de amor, transparente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No teu olhar quente, presente na luz da alvorada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chuva de amar, sem rede, lá o meu coração bebe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Senti o aconchego, o abraço, na camisa molhada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E comi o afecto, beijei a tua mão alva de ternura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu vi o vento, dançar no vestido branco, tão leve&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colado ao corpo transparente, amostras de amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em movimento, sussurrando vidas sem tremura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dançantes na relva de amor, não esfria, perdura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Palavras e dulçor, entre beijos de chuva, incolor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amantes na vida,  mãos dadas, tão envolvente &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os pés na relva fresca, desejos no vestido branco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Danças ao vento, sorrindo, na esquina do tempo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fazendo amor, com Chuva de amor transparente..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-8770763912126734394?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/8770763912126734394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=8770763912126734394&amp;isPopup=true' title='66 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8770763912126734394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8770763912126734394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/04/chuva-de-amor-transparente.html' title='Chuva de Amor Transparente'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SexEaOcxzEI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1hEKC1CpkZU/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>66</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-7751799637200324363</id><published>2009-04-15T13:42:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:56:38.265+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>A felicidade que nos fala....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SeXX8j_qL_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/T-WjxmjvXR0/s1600-h/2009010247pareja300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SeXX8j_qL_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/T-WjxmjvXR0/s400/2009010247pareja300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324899569889849330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Augusto Cury, (psiquiatra e cientista)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;«Houve reis que tentaram aprisionar a felicidade com o seu poder, mas ela não se deixou prender.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Milionários tentaram comprá-la, mas ela não se deixou vender.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Famosos tentaram seduzi-la, mas ela resistiu ao estrelato&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorrindo, ela sussurrou ao ouvido de cada ser humano:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Ei! Procura-me nas decepções e dificuldades e, principalmente, encontra-me nas coisas simples e anónimas da existência."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas a maioria não ouviu a sua voz, e entre os que a ouviram, poucos lhe deram credibilidade.»&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agora pergunto eu; sim, eu, o Pj*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Porque andamos nós, a correr, atrás de "grandezas" e não estamos a ver a felicidade nas coisas aparentemente simples da vida, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;nos gestos dóceis, interessados, para com aqueles que diariamente nos rodeiam&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vale a pena pensar nisto&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-7751799637200324363?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/7751799637200324363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=7751799637200324363&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/7751799637200324363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/7751799637200324363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/04/felicidade-que-nos-fala.html' title='A felicidade que nos fala....'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SeXX8j_qL_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/T-WjxmjvXR0/s72-c/2009010247pareja300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-282308985135827462</id><published>2009-04-10T10:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:23:03.973+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pascoa'/><title type='text'>Pessach -Pascoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sd8P2WNxQvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rhjraUu1UK8/s1600-h/claridadbiblia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sd8P2WNxQvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rhjraUu1UK8/s400/claridadbiblia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322990710925902578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa, cursive;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A PASCOA &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disse-lhe Jesus: Eu sou a ressurreição e a vida; quem crê em mim, ainda que esteja morto, viverá; S. João 11:25&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa, cursive;"&gt;Pascoa ( do hebraico Pessach); significa:&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ae00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passagem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa, cursive;"&gt;Na pascoa os cristãos celebram a ressurreição de Jesus Cristo - &lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;vitória sobre a morte &lt;/span&gt;– depois da sua morte por crucificação (Sexta Feira Santa). &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa, cursive;"&gt;Os eventos da Pascoa onde Jesus Cristo venceu a morte - dando a &lt;span style="color:#00ae00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;passagem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; para a &lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; -&lt;/b&gt;, aconteceram durante o Pessach, data celebrada pelos judeus, referente há sua libertação da escravatura infligida por Faraó no Egipto – &lt;span style="color:#00ae00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passagem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; da &lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;escravidão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; para a &lt;span style="color:#00ae00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liberdade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa, cursive;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nesta Pascoa, desejo a todos os amigos que seja um tempo de &lt;span style="color:#00ae00;"&gt;Passagem&lt;/span&gt; de vidas sem sentido, para uma &lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;vida abundante&lt;/span&gt;, cheia de esperança e novidade. Que haja &lt;span style="color:#00ae00;"&gt;pontes&lt;/span&gt; de amizade e reconciliação. E que &lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;o Amor verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt; seja uma constante na vossa e na minha vida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa, cursive;"&gt;Ps..E já agora, muitos amêndoas, ovos de chocolate... - cuidado com as placas dentárias..."lol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-282308985135827462?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/282308985135827462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=282308985135827462&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/282308985135827462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/282308985135827462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/04/pessach-pascoa.html' title='Pessach -Pascoa'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sd8P2WNxQvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rhjraUu1UK8/s72-c/claridadbiblia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-8914518090685059980</id><published>2009-04-06T11:42:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:45:29.080+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIDA'/><title type='text'>Dá-me a Verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/jE-10IKfMxQ" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/jE-10IKfMxQ" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Atenção:Não esqueças de clicar na minha playlist"- musica no coração, para parar a musica e assim, ouvir só a do video:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You can have this whole wide world, but give me Jesus. Love this song!&lt;br /&gt;Podes ter toda a vastidão do mundo, mas dá-me Jesus. love this song!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;  ***   ***   ***   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;   ***   ***   ***  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EU SOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qual a razão deste vídeo de teor aparentemente "religioso" no inicio desta semana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;- Porque estou cansado de gente sem seriedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Porque noto em cada momento que ser - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt; -, já não é assim tão importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;- Porque o mundo em que me movo demonstra cabalmente que o mais importante é ter e não ser..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;estou cansado da futilidade e dos interesses mesquinhos&lt;/span&gt;, continuo a acreditar naquele que nem a morte deteve - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele foi sempre fiel a si mesmo&lt;/span&gt; - por isso transcrevo as suas palavras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eu sou o Caminho, a Verdade e a Vida"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço minhas as palavras da canção&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dá-me a verdade de caracter acima de todas as riquezas  do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Dá-me Jesus "-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dá-me a verdade do SER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus amigos, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SER&lt;/span&gt; é muito mais importante do que &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;TER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-8914518090685059980?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/8914518090685059980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=8914518090685059980&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8914518090685059980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8914518090685059980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-me-jesus.html' title='Dá-me a Verdade'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-4229817452351955098</id><published>2009-03-26T11:06:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:57:51.391+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Matei a Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SctiNkQAFLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tNJN9AX4JVk/s1600-h/121322-87370_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SctiNkQAFLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tNJN9AX4JVk/s400/121322-87370_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317451770249614514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matei a Saudade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abri a janela do automóvel, as árvores da berma da estrada vinham ao meu encontro, altivas, balançando ao sabor do vento refrescando o meu rosto enrubescido pela saudade...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A ultima vez que estivemos juntos foi na longínqua hora matinal,- hoje ás 9 horas da manhã...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ligo o radio na noite, oiço uma canção de saudade e pensei: Vou “matar a saudade”. Não, ela não pode permanecer viva; vou cometer um homicídio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estacionei o “auto-mobilis”, cliquei no comando, ou será que nem o carro tranquei ? - Só sei que entrei de rompante e  fui “surpreendido por um ataque lateral, outro frontal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Não resisti, morri em ti, de amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Matei a Saudade&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-4229817452351955098?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/4229817452351955098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=4229817452351955098&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4229817452351955098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4229817452351955098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/03/matei-saudade.html' title='Matei a Saudade'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SctiNkQAFLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tNJN9AX4JVk/s72-c/121322-87370_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-8518269318186155509</id><published>2009-03-19T12:07:00.014Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:43:38.840Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIDA'/><title type='text'>Homem e Pai é dia de...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/ScI6Nktqj6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/0vrGRvHI62s/s1600-h/2290891252_0c273d0890_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/ScI6Nktqj6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/0vrGRvHI62s/s400/2290891252_0c273d0890_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314874515118526370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;O pai que me protege!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;-  Entre muitas histórias, hoje dia do pai, lembro-me de uma em  especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nesse fim de semana o meu pai convidou-me, para ir com ele apanhar “cilarcas;” cogumelos campestres muito comuns nos campos mais selvagens do grande Alentejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A manhã passou rapidamente, envolvidos na vontade férrea, para descobrir o máximo de "cilarcas" debaixo das estevas e chaparros naqueles campos, qual Vasco da Gama descobrindo o caminho marítimo para a Índia - nós descobrimos mais depressa,  que o navegador,  aquele precioso e saboroso tubérculo, quando feito com ovos mexidos, assado nas  brasas ou na sopa de feijão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O envolvimento nesse desafio – o pai era quase sempre vencedor -  como se de um derby, Benfica- Sporting se tratasse, não permitiu que, de imediato, vislumbrássemos as nuvens negras, revoltas, transportadas pelo vento furioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Quando o vento soprava entre as árvores o meu pai disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Filho,  olha, temos d`ir embora; olha que o meio dia aparta o dia..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Queria ele dizer que a tarde era de temporal e que estava na hora de batermos em retirada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;No motociclo, subíamos e descíamos aquelas estradas de terra, com as pedras fazendo ricochete nos nossos pés. Subitamente, uma “carga” de agua e granizo desabou sobre as nossas cabeças – e do resto também – deixando a “raivosa” (motorizada) encostada na estrada, corremos para uma pequena árvore, único abrigo, numa área deserta e sem protecção mais adequada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Na altura eu era um adolescente, praticamente com a altura do meu progenitor. Mas, enquanto viver e talvez na eternidade,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nunca mais vou esquecer o gesto, aparentemente simples mas, tão significativo – de tal forma, que esse quadro sempre me acompanha, no meu proceder com o filho&lt;/span&gt;; senão vejamos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Com o granizo a ferir o meu rosto batendo furiosamente nos nossos corpos, - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; - envolveu-me com os braços, abraçando-me para me proteger, usando o seu próprio corpo como escudo protector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não, não é somente um dever, é um acto de amor que infelizmente vai rareando na sociedade egocêntrica em que vivemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Obrigado Pai !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-8518269318186155509?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/8518269318186155509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=8518269318186155509&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8518269318186155509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8518269318186155509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/03/dia-do-pai.html' title='Homem e Pai é dia de...'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/ScI6Nktqj6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/0vrGRvHI62s/s72-c/2290891252_0c273d0890_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-8897229621003767183</id><published>2009-03-16T08:58:00.026Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:01:24.865Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIDA'/><title type='text'>A LINGUA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sb4cawvQE4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/J5kZviNPjG4/s1600-h/Perdao_1291063307_perdao008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313715856429028226" style="width: 310px; cursor: pointer; height: 310px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sb4cawvQE4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/J5kZviNPjG4/s400/Perdao_1291063307_perdao008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;As pessoas entendidas – inteligentes – que têm conhecimento da vida, sabem quando devem calar-se&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Provébios de Salomão. 17:17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;“&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;O que sabe controlar o seu espírito sabe também, com certeza, dominar a língua.Mas quem abre precipitadamente a boca leva tudo à ruina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.”&lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;Provérbios, 13:3&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-style: none none double; border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium medium 4.5pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 0.07cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A LINGUA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;POR QUÉ NO TE CALLAS&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A língua é um membro do corpo humano tão pequeno e com um poder tão abrangente, construtivo/ destrutivo. Não, não estou a referir-me a “ isso” que algumas mentes “maldosas” estão a pensar&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;”lol”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estou aqui sentado na minha cadeira a pensar sériamente, mesmo com um sorriso &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Levanto o olhar na direcção do janelão com &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(3m x1,20m),&lt;/span&gt; onde a luz entra livre para iluminar o meu pensar&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;_ &lt;/span&gt;Penso nas ínfimas vezes que&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; a língua falou demais, qual ferrete, abrindo sulcos na pele de quem escuta&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt; Penso nas pessoas que “mataram” o casamento por causa das palavras destruidoras&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Penso nas amizades desfeitas pelas conversas egoístas e sem nexo que, impiedosamente, abriram feridas incuráveis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estremeço, por causa das palavras não ditas, onde o silêncio imperou quando o diálogo devia aparecer salvador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Porque não viver a – &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Palavra&lt;/span&gt; - para sarar, evitar convulsões e discórdias inúteis.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Porque não usar a língua – &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;palavra&lt;/span&gt; - qual bálsamo suavizando feridas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Porque não calar quando for para ferir e gritar quando for para afastar as injustiças?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a class="cssButton" id="publishButton" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" href="javascript:void(0)" target=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;PALAVRAS DE AMOR&lt;/span&gt; – &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PALAVRAS DE ESPERANÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 128);"&gt;SILÊNCIOS DE OURO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 128);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-8897229621003767183?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/8897229621003767183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=8897229621003767183&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8897229621003767183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/8897229621003767183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/03/lingua.html' title='A LINGUA'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sb4cawvQE4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/J5kZviNPjG4/s72-c/Perdao_1291063307_perdao008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-1943173276002222578</id><published>2009-03-10T16:06:00.027Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:57:09.848Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Euphorbia Pulcherrima - poema de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sb_NEfDU_AI/AAAAAAAAAXo/0rm98ikOIXQ/s1600-h/amor_de_primavera_moldura_1_-s%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sb_NEfDU_AI/AAAAAAAAAXo/0rm98ikOIXQ/s400/amor_de_primavera_moldura_1_-s%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314191562259102722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SbaQx0W-rgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/67671bwgyDo/s1600-h/110_F_2991653_9GagY4JKqiEFGHoBh4wKLMskdeWXYZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311591996073094658" style="width: 110px; cursor: pointer; height: 73px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SbaQx0W-rgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/67671bwgyDo/s400/110_F_2991653_9GagY4JKqiEFGHoBh4wKLMskdeWXYZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota prévia: Euphorbia Pulcherrima sig: "A flor mais bela entre a sua espécie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;EUPHORBIA PULCHERRIMA – FLOR DE NATAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Euphorbia Pulcherrima - Estrela de natal minha flor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O rubor na tua face alva rósea faz sonhar - de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhar, o beijo do teu encanto cor-de-rosa, carinhosa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beber o néctar doce de Azaléia branca, romantizada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camélia branca és, beleza perfeita , minha amada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os teus lábios são rosas vermelhas, pétalas de amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Euphorbia Pulcherrima - Estrela de natal minha flor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Flor de natal, mãe de encanto - teu ventre redentor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beleza pura onde moram os meus beijos, desejados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida escuto, resoluto amo teu cheiro - lírio amado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou viajado, no vento revolto dos teus cabelos soltos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miosótis na inocência sincera de amor - mil desejos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os teus lábios são rosas vermelhas, pétalas de amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Euphorbia Pulcherrima – Estrela de natal, minha flor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Mãe - Amante no Amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Euphorbia Pulcherrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrela de natal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Minha Flor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PjConde Paulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-1943173276002222578?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/1943173276002222578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=1943173276002222578&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1943173276002222578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1943173276002222578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/03/euphorbia-pulcherrima-poema-de-amor.html' title='Euphorbia Pulcherrima - poema de amor'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sb_NEfDU_AI/AAAAAAAAAXo/0rm98ikOIXQ/s72-c/amor_de_primavera_moldura_1_-s%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-1757248252852492223</id><published>2009-03-04T15:21:00.018Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:38:07.353Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIDA'/><title type='text'>Tu és especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sa6fJRGE2DI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KRKfXb5W4Gc/s1600-h/25092005%28038%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sa6fJRGE2DI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KRKfXb5W4Gc/s400/25092005%28038%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309355992272918578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então tu não sabias isso, pai?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tunga;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Uma manhã, constatava mais uma vez, o quanto Deus nos considera especiais, enquanto lia o seguinte texto bíblico:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tunga;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque não me esqueci dos planos que fiz a vosso respeito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;planos de bem e não de mal,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; para vos dar &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;um futuro e uma esperança.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Nesses dias, quando orarem a mim, eu vos ouvirei. Encontrar-me-ão quando me buscarem de todo o vosso coração, com toda a diligência&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Jeremias 29:11-13).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tunga;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tunga;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Uma das benesses do meu trabalho como empresário é a flexibilidade. Sempre que é necessário, posso cuidar e resolver assuntos pessoais e familiares durante o meu dia de trabalho. Isso tem-me proporcionado momentos únicos, tal como ir com os meus pais  ao médico ou o meu filho à escola. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga;"&gt;Quando o meu filho era pequeno, fui buscá-lo à escola e fiquei a ouvir a sua conversa, contando o que lhe tinha acontecido – nesse dia  foi fazer vindima e, com a ponta da tesoura, cortou a sua pequenina mão ( coisa pouca) .- Vivemos numa região vinícola por excelência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga;"&gt;Observava-o no seu “jeito” de menino - para mim o mais perfeito de todos&lt;b&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(sou mesmo pai babado, não acham?) &lt;/span&gt;.."lol." Deixou-me perdido de riso&lt;/b&gt;. Quando consegui voltar ao meu estado normal,&lt;b&gt; disse-lhe&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Tu és mesmo muito especial!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”  Sem hesitar, como se fosse a coisa mais trivial do mundo, ele respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Tunga;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-“Então tu não sabias isso, pai?” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga;"&gt;O meu filho é abençoado por ter pais, avós, tios-tias, primos e amigos amorosos que,, sempre lhe disseram o quanto&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt; ele é especial&lt;/span&gt;, por isso nunca teve a menor dúvida sobre isso. Ele, desde pequeno – agora já crescido - aceitou isso como um facto consumado, da mesma maneira que sabe que &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;a relva é verde&lt;/span&gt; e o&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt; céu é azul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga;"&gt;Infelizmente, no mundo em que vivemos, nas famílias no meio empresarial e profissional as pessoas vivem e sentem-se inseguras acerca do seu real valor - sobre o facto de serem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;especiais&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas será que realmente nos vemos como “seres especiais”?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga;"&gt; Com frequência as pessoas são consideradas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;recursos dispensáveis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga;"&gt;, podendo ser facilmente descartadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alguns procedem como se elogiar ou felicitar  por bom desempenho ou por sentimento, fosse tabu ou mesmo assunto proibido.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tunga;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Infelizmente, há pessoas infelizes que jamais vão ouvir dizer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Tu és mesmo especial”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; - o quanto são valiosos  na família ou no trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tunga;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não importa como nasceste, onde vives ou quem és&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tunga;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tu és mesmo especial -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que ninguém te impeça de  vencer:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; - Porque se para Deus és, para mim também és ESPECIAL.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então tu não sabias isso, amigo? :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PJCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-1757248252852492223?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/1757248252852492223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=1757248252852492223&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1757248252852492223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1757248252852492223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/03/tu-es-especial.html' title='Tu és especial'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sa6fJRGE2DI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KRKfXb5W4Gc/s72-c/25092005%28038%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-4443107648335488542</id><published>2009-03-03T10:36:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:16:24.418Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><title type='text'>Quem me conhece?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sa0It_DW7jI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UWIKtVMy_lc/s1600-h/1230_1230_DSCN1967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sa0It_DW7jI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UWIKtVMy_lc/s400/1230_1230_DSCN1967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308909121852337714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;Este quadro é vosso &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Humilde, mas de coração&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ofereço aos meus amigos vencedores...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Vá..vá, levem pros vossos blogues...:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUEM ME CONHECE MELHOR?:):):):):)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(T&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;odos são vencedores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - mesmo os que falharam alguma resposta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;b&gt;principalmente a n. 6...lol.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;E as respostas certas ao desafio do post anterior.... &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sãoooooooo..................Sãoooooooooo......................&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 Coisas pelas  quais sou apaixonado: Boxe e luta livre &lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 Uma viagem já  vivida e inesquecível: Cuba &lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9 Não  acredito em Deus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  &lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estas 3 afirmações, são mentira :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;Não  gosto das lutas referidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não viajei  para Cuba ( só a do Alentejo) &lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;E  acredito em Deus.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Beijos e abraços..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt; .....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PjCondePaulino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-4443107648335488542?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/4443107648335488542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=4443107648335488542&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4443107648335488542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4443107648335488542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/03/quem-me-conhece-respostas.html' title='Quem me conhece?'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sa0It_DW7jI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UWIKtVMy_lc/s72-c/1230_1230_DSCN1967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-1155436785863478109</id><published>2009-03-02T09:48:00.020Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:04:54.301Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>desafio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sauw_yyqUEI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Gf3dcuJzEak/s1600-h/viagens+plo+Alentejo+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308531195798769730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 310px; cursor: pointer; height: 255px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sauw_yyqUEI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Gf3dcuJzEak/s400/viagens+plo+Alentejo+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;****foto de Pjsoueu***Evora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://coisasdocoracao-luisa.blogspot.com/2009/02/um-desafio-que-aceitei.html"&gt;Um desafio que aceitei&lt;/a&gt; há muitos dias...mas só agora aceitei..."atão sou lintejano...a coisa é feita devagarinhooo....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Quem acertar vai receber um prémio surpresa ...lol.. quem vai??;)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="western"&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A minha “comadri” Luisa, do blogue &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://coisasdocoracao-luisa.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coisasdocoracao-luisa.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;convidou-me a aceitar um desafio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo consiste no seguinte:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Escrever 9 coisas sobre mim, das quais 3 devem ser mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Depois, passar o desafio a outros e informá-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Entretanto das 9 coisas que o desafiante falar sobre ele próprio, o desafiado terá de dizer no seu post quais as 3 que acha que são mentira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Depois de tudo bem "expernicado" ( em alentejanês) vamos então ao que interessa; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o desafio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Li com muita atenção as respostas da &lt;a href="http://riscosdevida-coragem.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LUISA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, e&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; suspeito&lt;/span&gt; que as respostas "enganadoras" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sejam as seguintes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tudo palavrinhas da “cumadri”...lol hoje fui “Copião” ..memo memo” porque quiz&lt;/span&gt;”):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) Sonho de uma vida: Ser loira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6) Há uma palavra que raramente uso e sempre me foi difícil usar: Amo-te&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9) Não digo palavrões&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;estas foram as "mentirotas da cumadri"....lol...digo eu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;***************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E agora, as 9 coisas sobre mim das quais 3 não são verdadeiras&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;O Alentejo é, para mim, o lugar mais sublime e “abençoado”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;O que mais amo: Deus a Família e alguns amigos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Coisas pelas quais sou apaixonado: Boxe e luta livre&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Sou sincero, cordato e detesto gente hipócrita.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Sonho de uma vida: Ser musico a tempo inteiro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Uma viagem já vivida e inesquecível: Cuba&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Mais coisas pelas quais sou apaixonado: Musica, viagens, cinema, mar e terra...:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Uma vida sem horários em viagens sem tempo é o meu sonho - quando for reformado...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Não acredito em Deus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;E aqui estão as minhas 9 respostas, vejam todos os meus amigos se "descobrem" as&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 3 "inverdades"&lt;/span&gt; contidas nas afirmações .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Quem vai acertar...quem vai, quem vai;)?&lt;/span&gt;....lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beijos com muita amizade - Pj&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-1155436785863478109?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/1155436785863478109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=1155436785863478109&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1155436785863478109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1155436785863478109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/03/desafio-que-aceitei.html' title='desafio'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/Sauw_yyqUEI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Gf3dcuJzEak/s72-c/viagens+plo+Alentejo+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-6751309347592426671</id><published>2009-02-13T22:56:00.020Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:22:17.802Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia dos namorados'/><title type='text'>14, dia de aniversário - I - e de namorar - II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SZX7T3i_plI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5kgU-dkBH7o/s1600-h/x1pN1mp8dKYgTHt9tw4BiL9m86-jtVqwrHQkTmYf7ukBgf-pZPOziekM8OOa-Lh9BXPudtzBH-u4g8bkIGPNesMhse2vWi9tR.jp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302420455045441106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 239px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SZX7T3i_plI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5kgU-dkBH7o/s400/x1pN1mp8dKYgTHt9tw4BiL9m86-jtVqwrHQkTmYf7ukBgf-pZPOziekM8OOa-Lh9BXPudtzBH-u4g8bkIGPNesMhse2vWi9tR.jp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;14 / 02 /009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje é dia: Vamos Namorar:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://br.geocities.com/batuque_bem/figura9.gif" width="28" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Notas musicais, notas de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://br.geocities.com/batuque_bem/figura6.gif" width="23" border="0" height="41" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As notas musicais fluem dentro de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que sinfonia suave, intensa nos acordes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sonho, me apaixono, em delírio és em mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nas colcheias, fusas, breves e semibreves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Abraço as escalas, subo a nota, harmonioso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Deixa-me dedilhar, a melodia viva do amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Leio, na pauta a paixão dulçor - o teu corpo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Beijo o teu cantar, encantado com fulgor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As notas musicais fluem dentro de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;És musica em mim, há musica em nós.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://br.geocities.com/batuque_bem/figura9.gif" width="28" border="0" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;PjCondePaulino/só para te ver feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*** *** *** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*** *** *** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*** ***&lt;/span&gt; *** *** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-6751309347592426671?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/6751309347592426671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=6751309347592426671&amp;isPopup=true' title='70 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6751309347592426671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/6751309347592426671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/02/dia-de-namorar.html' title='14, dia de aniversário - I - e de namorar - II'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SZX7T3i_plI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5kgU-dkBH7o/s72-c/x1pN1mp8dKYgTHt9tw4BiL9m86-jtVqwrHQkTmYf7ukBgf-pZPOziekM8OOa-Lh9BXPudtzBH-u4g8bkIGPNesMhse2vWi9tR.jp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>70</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-1094237108685012516</id><published>2009-02-13T22:29:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:37:59.727Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='namorados e aniversário'/><title type='text'>I Aniversário / II Dia dos namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SZX03bHINNI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nLVOhxFsaVg/s1600-h/feliz_anivers%25E1rio_-1029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SZX03bHINNI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nLVOhxFsaVg/s400/feliz_anivers%25E1rio_-1029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302413369306264786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;47 ANIVERSÁRIOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;** &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;47 LUAS&lt;/span&gt; ** &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;47 PRIMAVERAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;14 / 02 / 1962&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dizem os “especialistas” na matéria que 1962 foi o ano da melhor “colheita” do Século XX…. (risos) …Quem sou eu para duvidar de opinião tão abalizada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; – Aliás, sim, eu até penso, salvo melhor opinião … (risos) …que o dia 14 de Fevereiro do Ano da Graça de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo, é, sem sombra de duvida, o melhor dia da história, recente e distante, antiga e moderna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Porquê?...ora essa; porquê, porquê; que questão tão desnecessária… (risos) porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;NASCI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; NASCI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;– &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NASCI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.  Só uma vez...lol«««&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AGRADECIMENTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estou grato a Deus, aos meus pais e irmãos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estou feliz e agradecido pela minha querida esposa e amado filhote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou um homem agraciado pelos amigos que passaram e permanecem na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A todos agradeço o vosso carinho; sem vocês eu não seria o homem que hoje sou. Permitam que vos diga: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Eu vos amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;muito obrigado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pelo vosso amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;***&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;***&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;***&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-1094237108685012516?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/1094237108685012516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=1094237108685012516&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1094237108685012516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/1094237108685012516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-aniversario-ii-dia-dos-namorados.html' title='I Aniversário / II Dia dos namorados'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SZX03bHINNI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nLVOhxFsaVg/s72-c/feliz_anivers%25E1rio_-1029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-1273218974688488624</id><published>2009-02-10T16:30:00.021Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:58:58.782Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pais e filhos'/><title type='text'>MÃE, PAI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SZGsaYTFO_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Pgf3_ctUFR4/s1600-h/Pais_e_filhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SZGsaYTFO_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Pgf3_ctUFR4/s400/Pais_e_filhos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301207805590846450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.SÓ TE QUERO A TI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;muito mais que dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Pai, é a ti que eu quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mãe, minha mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A senhora da alta sociedade costumava desfilar, na sua carruagem de luxo, pelas ruas de São Francisco, sob os olhares de admiração e inveja. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um dia, os jornais publicaram o falecimento de uma tia. Ela, obedecendo às convenções sociais, teve que permanecer em casa, durante uma semana. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aborrecida por ter que ficar sete dias dentro do faustoso palácio, procurou falar com o marido, Governador do Estado onde viviam. O marido, lembrou-lhe que&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;era uma excelente oportunidade para passar mais tempo brincando com o filho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela gostou da ideia. Caminhou resoluta através da ala esquerda do palácio, que tinha sido preparada para o pequeno príncipe, o qual vivia rodeado por profissionais de diversas nacionalidades, com o propósito de lhe ensinarem os idiomas e costumes doutros povos. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando o pequeno Leland avistou a mãe, deu saltos de felicidade, perguntando-lhe porque estava ali, naquele dia e hora? - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;não era normal essa visita.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela  contou-lhe o motivo e ele, feliz, quis saber quantas tias ainda restavam na família. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leland estava ao piano tocando uma balada que aprendera com sua ama francesa. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A mãe, impressionada, escutava aquela musica que lhe pareceu algo melancólica. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pediu ao filho que cantasse, ele cantou. Pediu para que a traduzisse e ele  traduziu. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Era a história de um menino cuja mãe o levava todos os dias à praia, de onde ficavam a ver o pai desaparecer na linha do horizonte, no seu barco pesqueiro. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diariamente a cena se repetia, até que um dia, o barco do pai não retornou. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A mãe conduziu o filho novamente à praia e pediu-lhe que ficasse esperando, pois ela iria buscar o marido. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entrou, decidida no mar, com &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;o filho à espera na praia&lt;/span&gt;, pelo pai e pela mãe. Nunca mais voltaram...”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A musica comoveu muito, a mãe do Leland, dizendo-lhe que era muito triste. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;Ele respondeu que cantava porque se identificava com o menino da praia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A mãe não compreendeu qual a semelhança e argumentou com o filho: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu filho, tu tens tudo. Não te falta nada. Tens a mãe, sendo o pai herdeiro de um dos homens mais importantes deste Estado. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leland respondeu com melancolia: Mas o pai “desapareceu há muitos anos... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no mar dos negócios&lt;/span&gt; e nunca o posso ver. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;A mãe seguiu-o&lt;/span&gt; e eu fiquei aqui à espera...um retorno que nunca acontece. Mãe, como podes perceber,  a minha história é muito semelhante à do menino solitário na praia. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daquele dia em diante, a mãe passou a conviver, verdadeiramente com o filho de onze anos a quem não conhecia e, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;conhecendo-o&lt;/span&gt;, por esse motivo, &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;aprendeu a amá-lo verdadeiramente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A convivência estreita com a mãe, trouxe a Leland um brilho novo no olhar. Por algum tempo desfrutaram da alegria do afecto mútuo, das experiências vividas, na companhia um do outro. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fizeram uma longa viagem de navio e Leland adoeceu. A mãe fez tudo o que podia para lhe salvar a vida, mas foi tudo em vão. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O navio voltou, mas  Leland não pode mais contemplar a mãe, nem a mãe, o olhar lindo do filho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todavia, naquele breve tempo de convívio, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;o menino ensinou à mãe valores muito mais importantes que as riquezas materiais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela construiu orfanatos e outras obras de assistência social.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leland não herdou a fortuna dos pais, mas a fortuna rendeu frutos até aos dias de hoje, junto da sociedade naquele Estado da América do Norte; entre as quais a Universidade Stanford. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* * * &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não há motivo algum que justifique o abandono dos filhos por parte dos pais – &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 51);"&gt;nem a maior fortuna do mundo &lt;/span&gt;– nem a carreira – &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;nem a pobreza&lt;/span&gt;. Nada, &lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;nada justifica a ausência dos pais na vida dos seus filhos&lt;/span&gt; – isto é  verdadeiro amor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não há filhos que aceitem, de boa vontade e em sã consciência, trocar o afecto dos pais por qualquer outro tesouro. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(235, 97, 61);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O maior tesouro&lt;/span&gt; “NÃO SÃO AS COISAS” &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;são as pessoas que mais amamos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Vera Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vale a pena pensar nisto!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SYrxkdkIBJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/9yrcy23xr-o/s400/fotocoracao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299313520268543122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Só Para Te Ver Sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só para te ver sorrir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;só para te ver sorrir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;só para te ver sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guardo a tua imagem na praia da memória&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;olhares de anjos na maldade doce,  dos desejos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;onde mora a vaidade da pertença, tão serena&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;plena de emoções, envolventes nos teus beijos&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O mar&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;no horizonte me seduz nesta viagem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;és  lírio na majestade, inocente na doçura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jasmim do meu jardim, violeta fidelidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;na praia do amor , orquídea bela e  pura&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vamos&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dá-me a mão, és tão bela... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;gosto do teu cheiro, envolvente na areia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;caminhando a sorrir&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;. tão feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o barco ancorado convida-me a sentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;só&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; para te ver sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Pj Conde Paulino / Só para te ver feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;05/02/009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-7468592837448636999?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/7468592837448636999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=7468592837448636999&amp;isPopup=true' title='61 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/7468592837448636999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/7468592837448636999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-para-te-ver-feliz.html' title='SÓ PARA TE VER SORRIR'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SYrxkdkIBJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/9yrcy23xr-o/s72-c/fotocoracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-4976808298397810967</id><published>2009-02-03T10:44:00.021Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:51:34.853Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>NO SORRISO DAS ESTRELAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SYggu1fKneI/AAAAAAAAAUo/7e-_AgJYjCM/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SYggu1fKneI/AAAAAAAAAUo/7e-_AgJYjCM/s400/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298520950605258210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Na palma da minha mão os traços são caminhos meus, que se encontram nos dedos, entrelaçados, beijando os teus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando fechei a mão, abri nos teus dedos, palpitante deleitado o coração, que bate no peito onde moras, abrindo janelas&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;. no sorriso das estrelas&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pj&lt;/span&gt; Conde Paulino / no sorriso das estrêlas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-4976808298397810967?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/4976808298397810967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=4976808298397810967&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4976808298397810967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4976808298397810967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-sorriso-das-estrelas.html' title='NO SORRISO DAS ESTRELAS'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SYggu1fKneI/AAAAAAAAAUo/7e-_AgJYjCM/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-7491883269035228595</id><published>2009-01-28T11:01:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:42:53.622Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Menino do Tempo - tic tac...tic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SYA8AFO7u2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/vK246BzHne8/s1600-h/rel%C3%B3gio-com-p%C3%AAndulo-thumb2610386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SYA8AFO7u2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/vK246BzHne8/s400/rel%C3%B3gio-com-p%C3%AAndulo-thumb2610386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296299133890181986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tic tac, tic tac...Tic de Esperança&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tic tac, tic tac , tic tac, tic tac ... tic &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;os meus olhos balançando ao ritmo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;do relógio de pêndulo, tão "certinho...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inclino a cabeça para ver o menino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;pequenino; deve estar lá, no relógio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;tic tac, tic tac, tic tac, tic tac... Tic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;a estalar a língua para me ouvir dizer:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;que bonito menino as horas sabe dizer...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas a mim não me engana, na semana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aprendi, que afinal, relógio não é gente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas a semente, do principio do tempo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;onde, o Pai do tempo lhe mandou dizer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;tic tac, tic tac, tic tac, tic tac... Tic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando eu era menino via como menino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;agora, mais velho, quero ver o menino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;a estalar a língua para me ouvir dizer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;que bonito menino as horas sabe dizer...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei que o Pai do tempo lhe mandou dizer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;tic tac, tic tac, tic tac, tic tac...  Tic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O tempo não tem tempo para fazer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;o que nós homens devemos dizer, viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;usando o amor a verdade em esperança&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;contando o tempo com fé e confiança...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No ritmo do coração de amor vou dizer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;tic &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;tac&lt;/span&gt;, tic &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;tac&lt;/span&gt;, tic &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;tac&lt;/span&gt;, tic &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;tac&lt;/span&gt;... Tic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;que bonito menino as horas já sei dizer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;tic tac, tic tac, tic tac, tic tac, tic tac, tic..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;...tic tac&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pj &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-7491883269035228595?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/7491883269035228595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=7491883269035228595&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/7491883269035228595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/7491883269035228595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/01/menino-do-tempo-tic-tactic.html' title='Menino do Tempo - tic tac...tic'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SYA8AFO7u2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/vK246BzHne8/s72-c/rel%C3%B3gio-com-p%C3%AAndulo-thumb2610386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-3495618913390925022</id><published>2009-01-16T11:12:00.041Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:07:08.592Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Amor Eterno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SXBtgqzzZMI/AAAAAAAAATI/4CQazoQqIkU/s1600-h/loving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SXBtgqzzZMI/AAAAAAAAATI/4CQazoQqIkU/s400/loving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291849970175141058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“O verdadeiro amor é como a saúde perfeita;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o seu valor raramente é reconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; até que seja perdido.” &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amor de ontem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;, hoje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; amor eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Pé ante pé,  chegaste de mansinho &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;entraste,fiquei preso nesse sorriso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;estrelas bailavam no olhar tão belo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Onde, no jardim da minha infância &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;sonhei a vida e a vida me concedeu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;a suavidade, perfeita na fragrância&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;do amor excelso, celebrado no céu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Ficaste, estou preso no teu sorriso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;estrelas bailam sob o véu, tão belo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;a dança do amor sonhado, no céu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Amor de ontem&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;, hoje,&lt;/span&gt; amor eterno&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm;font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-3495618913390925022?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/3495618913390925022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=3495618913390925022&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/3495618913390925022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/3495618913390925022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/01/celebrado-no-cu.html' title='Amor Eterno'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SXBtgqzzZMI/AAAAAAAAATI/4CQazoQqIkU/s72-c/loving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-4654737858621838429</id><published>2009-01-13T08:40:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:05:43.971Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esmeralda'/><title type='text'>Médicos? - "Só atrapalham..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SWxWYaFbDCI/AAAAAAAAATA/UbwEz-R6XPA/s1600-h/008673IL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SWxWYaFbDCI/AAAAAAAAATA/UbwEz-R6XPA/s400/008673IL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290698639572405282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caso "Esmeralda" continua, infelizmente, a chocar os portugueses em geral e a mim também.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estava a ler um artigo de opinião do jornal de notícias e o jornalista, João Miguel Tavares fez-me pensar, mais uma vez no "superior interesse da criança" seja lá o que isso for nesta caso particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normalmente não trago para este espaço estes assuntos fracturantes, mas ás vezes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;vale a pena pensar um pouco.&lt;/span&gt; Qual a "qualidade" dos executantes da nossa "justiça"?- vejam o artigo, por favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; margin-left: 0.26cm; margin-top: 0.26cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="Moldura1" dir="ltr" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; float: right; width: 7.94cm; height: 0.04cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="border-style: double none none; border-color: rgb(204, 204, 204) -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 3pt medium medium; padding: 0.05cm 0cm 0cm; background: rgb(239, 239, 239) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-top: 0.13cm; margin-bottom: 0.13cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/2009/01/13/opiniao/a_crise_america_e_europa.html"&gt;http://dn.sapo.pt/2009/01/13/opiniao/para_um_psiquiatra_quando_tem_juiz.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 0.26cm 0.13cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="background: rgb(241, 241, 241) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;"PARA QUÊ UM PSIQUIATRA QUANDO SE TEM UM JUIZ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 0.26cm 0.13cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(241, 241, 241) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Miguel Tavares&lt;br /&gt;Jornalista - jmtavares@dn.pt&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esqueçam por um momento Baltazar e o sargento Luís Gomes, mais as razões que assistem a cada um.&lt;/b&gt; Todos sabemos que o caso Esmeralda é uma espécie de conflito israelo-palestiniano dos afectos: não há soluções fáceis e no fim todos acabarão por sofrer. Concentremo-nos, pois, na questão fundamental, que tendo em conta o já famoso "interesse superior da criança" só pode ser esta: &lt;b&gt;como se encontra Esmeralda neste momento?&lt;/b&gt; Com quem deve ela ficar a bem do seu equilíbrio emocional? E ainda antes disso: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quem tem competência para decidir sobre o estado psicológico de uma menina de seis anos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo o Tribunal de Torres Novas, a competência para decidir sobre o estado psicológico de Esmeralda recai na &lt;b&gt;juíza Mariana Caetano&lt;/b&gt;. A juíza, para fundamentar a sua decisão de entrega definitiva ao pai biológico, explicou que Esmeralda está "&lt;i&gt;bem, alegre e não evidencia qualquer sinal de ansiedade" na companhia de Baltazar.&lt;/i&gt; A juíza acrescentou que a menina está determinada a ser reconhecida pelo nome de Esmeralda (em vez de Ana Filipa, como é tratada pelo casal Gomes), adiantando que ela "já escreve o nome em desenhos que elabora e até pediu na escola que a tratassem por Esmeralda". &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ora é isto que me assusta&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;á uma juíza deste país que me quer fazer crer que uma criança de seis anos possa sentir como naturalíssima a mudança súbita de família e de nome próprio. E, já agora, até sentir um certo regozijo nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;É possível que tal aconteça? &lt;/b&gt;Se calhar até é. &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Duvido é que a senhora juíza tenha competência para o avaliar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Afinal, onde é que estão os médicos no meio de tudo isto?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Até Maio de 2008 a criança estava a ser acompanhada pela equipa de pedopsiquiatras do Hospital de Coimbra, que se opôs à entrega rápida da menina, por poder pôr em causa o seu equilíbrio emocional&lt;/span&gt;. O pai biológico acusou a equipa de falta de isenção e Esmeralda passou a ser acompanhada no Hospital de Santarém. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;A equipa deste hospital, por sua vez, referiu há apenas três semanas que existia "risco de aparecimento de sintomatologia depressiva", devido à "exacerbação da ameaça da perda das figuras que considera ser seus verdadeiros pais", e por a menina atribuir a Baltazar apenas "um papel lúdico&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Mas, na hora de decidir, nada disto foi tido em conta, certamente porque os senhores doutores estavam com dificuldade em perceber esta verdade básica: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;o superior interesse da criança(? -ou) e o superior interesse dos tribunais são um só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;A juíza escutou as técnicas de reinserção social e viu com os seus próprios olhos como a criança anda feliz com o pai biológico. Isso, pelos vistos, chegou. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Os pedopsiquiatras bem podem protestar&lt;/span&gt;. Se o tribunal decidiu que Esmeralda deve ficar com Baltazar, então é evidente que Esmeralda quer muito ficar com Baltazar. &lt;b&gt;Médicos?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Só atrapalham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Como diria o saudoso Fernando Pessa: - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;E esta en..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6397042365458330798-4654737858621838429?l=pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/feeds/4654737858621838429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6397042365458330798&amp;postID=4654737858621838429&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4654737858621838429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6397042365458330798/posts/default/4654737858621838429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjsoueu-eusou.blogspot.com/2009/01/mdicos-s-atrapalham.html' title='Médicos? - &quot;Só atrapalham...&quot;'/><author><name>Pjsoueu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04449957348682462111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SpKuAK5R2XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jcYURdLlPNo/S220/P8300535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SWxWYaFbDCI/AAAAAAAAATA/UbwEz-R6XPA/s72-c/008673IL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397042365458330798.post-2245494147230294078</id><published>2008-12-29T15:29:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:10:46.310Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ano novo'/><title type='text'>Começar de novo? - Feliz Ano Novo -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SVjtHqoODDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/H261OC2TX0k/s1600-h/NEVE+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285234878677126194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 322px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcj8jSwIOWI/SVjtHqoODDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/H261OC2TX0k/s400/NEVE+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:28;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;***foto de Pjsoueu na neve***&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E se pudesse começar de novo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="justify" lang="pt-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por vezes oiço alguém dizer: “&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Se tivesse que viver outra vez, não mudaria nada&lt;/span&gt;”. Invejo essas pessoas, ou melhor, tenho duvidas sobre essa afirmação, porque não acredito em vidas perfeitas, a começar pela minha. Se pudesse refazê-la, alterava algumas coisas… se ao menos tivesse sabido o que sei hoje..oh, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;oh  tantas vezes oiço estas frases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify" lang="pt-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É evidente que, exceptuando as fantasias sobre viagens no tempo, as pessoas não podem voltar atrás. O passado deve ser lembrado, vivendo o presente e planeando o futuro. Com o passar de cada ano, há sempre o desejo de uma nova estratégia, um momento de  viragem nos pontos importantes relativos ao nosso relacionamento com Deus, no âmbito da família, amigos - seja no trabalho, finanças ou noutras áreas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="justify" lang="pt-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;anteciparmos&lt;/span&gt; mentalmente, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;o início de 2009&lt;/span&gt;, consideramos a possibilidade de fazer as coisas de modo diferente, reescrever metas pessoais e profissionais, tomar “decisões”. Mas a verdade é que a vida é por vezes difícil e complexa, não podemos restaurar tudo o que carece  de mudanças ou restauros. Ao planear ou estabelecer objectivos &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o melhor é usar a regra da simplicidade&lt;/span&gt;, dando um passo de cada vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify" lang="pt-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os nossos planos devem ser razoáveis para não ficarmos desanimados. Se estiver a dever alguns milhares de euros, por exemplo, não programe ficar livre da dívida até ao fim do ano;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; seja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;realista&lt;/span&gt;. Faça um esforço para reduzir consideravelmente essa dívida, saldando parte dela, nesse período de tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify" lang="pt-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;As nossas metas devem ser ambiciosas, desafiando-nos a concretizar os nossos sonhos. Mas precisam ser realistas e alcançáveis. Não pense, por exemplo, competir numa maratona na próxima semana, se nunca correu, sequer, um quilómetro. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;O objectivo de  fazer o tal  curso há tanto tempo sonhado,&lt;/span&gt; no próximo ano, para uma mudança qualitativa na carreira, pode ser o ingrediente vital para o crescimento profissional a longo prazo.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-BR"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Deixar o passado no passado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-BR"&gt;Pessoas sábias aprendem com o passado, mas ficar a recordar os fracassos passados é contraproducente e leva à derrota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-BR"&gt;Muitos estão sempre a planear ou desejar fazer algo de significativo, mas nunca actuam, transferindo tudo para outro dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-BR"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agir conforme as oportunidade, qual oferta dos céus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Considero salutar olhar para os princípios valiosos para começar de novo, formulando planos e estabelecendo metas:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-BR"&gt; . “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-BR"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eia agora, vós que dizeis: Hoje ou amanhã iremos a tal cidade, lá passaremos um ano, negociaremos e ganharemos. No entanto, não sabeis o que sucederá amanhã. Que é a vossa vida? Sois um vapor que aparece por um pouco, e logo se desvanece. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em lugar disso, devíeis dizer: Se o Senhor quiser, viveremos e faremos isto ou aquilo...” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-BR"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Tiago 4:13-17). da BIblia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-BR"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F
