tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37847956035884891612024-02-21T13:53:06.891-03:00"Só se vê bem com o coração"...O essencial é invisível aos olhos.Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.comBlogger586125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-91805895921531698562010-12-24T19:42:00.000-02:002010-12-24T19:42:37.163-02:00Feliz Natal!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7Smrqb7AAsdQXL57ttj7XsRfldMx5hVTQXCjbqv6wZPTfhfvdz8w2iakW4jMPOoD-BwhzN_cL1uZ7tfLgDeMVnyoKxxZkSad0NLZVomjm-hPqn8sytNLPdE_-jiXv7v6HSRIiCxbUxXj/s1600/natal+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7Smrqb7AAsdQXL57ttj7XsRfldMx5hVTQXCjbqv6wZPTfhfvdz8w2iakW4jMPOoD-BwhzN_cL1uZ7tfLgDeMVnyoKxxZkSad0NLZVomjm-hPqn8sytNLPdE_-jiXv7v6HSRIiCxbUxXj/s320/natal+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">" Neste natal, seja uma estrela pra alguém"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Chris Guerra)</div><br />
Desejo um Natal Florido a todos que visitam meu cantinho.Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-59926425481969036582010-11-30T16:05:00.003-02:002010-11-30T16:25:23.313-02:00<div><b>7 coisas que pretendo fazer antes de morrer:</b><br />
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- Atuar na Medicina<br />
- Casar <br />
- Ter Filhos<br />
- Viajar pelo mundo, vivendo a história de cada lugar<br />
- Ter fluência em inglês, francês, italiano e espanhol.<br />
- Morrer de amor.<br />
- Fazer algo memorável<br />
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<b>7 coisas que mais digo!</b><br />
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- Ah! Mentira!!!<br />
- Oi Pirimpipim!!<br />
- Oieee!<br />
- Amigaaa!<br />
- Entendeu!<br />
- Sérioo!?<br />
- Que saudade dôce!<br />
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<b>7 coisas que faço bem!</b><br />
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(que eu acho que faço bem)</div><div><br />
</div><div>- Surpreender os outros<br />
- Dar carinho.<br />
- Ser intensa<br />
- Reclamar.<br />
- Escrever.<br />
- Estudar.<br />
- Confidencial. (rsrsrsr)<br />
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<b>7 defeitos meus!</b><br />
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- Chata.<br />
- Orgulhosa.<br />
- Reclamonaa.<br />
- Teimosa.<br />
- Geniosa.<br />
- Bicudinhaa.<br />
- Impaciente.<br />
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<b>7 qualidades minhas!</b><br />
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- Querida.<br />
- Amiga.<br />
- Compreensiva.<br />
- Companheira.<br />
- Simpática.<br />
- Intensa.<br />
- Sorridente.<br />
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<b>7 coisas que eu amo!</b><br />
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- Deus.<br />
- Família.<br />
- Amigos.<br />
- Medicina<br />
- Viajar<br />
- A roda da vida<br />
- Sorrisos e Leveza<br />
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<b>7 blogs para o desafio</b><b style="color: #313131; font-size: 15.6px; line-height: 14px;">!</b></div><br />
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http://lelecp.blogspot.com/<br />
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http://dyely-oliveira.blogspot.com/<br />
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http://luuhtrindade.blogspot.com/<br />
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http://rodrigo7passos.blogspot.com/<br />
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http://mairacintra.blogspot.com/<br />
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http://bruna-torres.blogspot.com/<div><br />
</div>http://meninaapenas.blogspot.com/Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-17052989429862656502010-11-30T15:47:00.005-02:002010-11-30T15:52:42.766-02:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c68e91; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"O amor sempre muda as regras para a gente nunca aprender a jogar."</span>Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-83643755892574191112010-11-03T01:43:00.002-02:002010-11-03T01:44:33.806-02:00Sim, tenho orgulho de minhas feridas<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Tenho um baita orgulho desta Ferida!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Talvez a gente esteja no mundo para procurar o amor, encontrá-lo e perdê-lo, muitas e muitas vezes. Nascemos de novo a cada amor e, a cada amor que termina, abre-se uma ferida. Estou cheia de orgulhosas cicatrizes.'</span><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Isabel Allende</span>Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-82463109451380119432010-11-03T01:35:00.002-02:002010-11-03T01:36:33.113-02:00E ele descompensou meu coração...<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidjixZj-P9bH_PV-T9cBtNz7ofE-PtWVmE1NCMZjIniIGx9B2qCVv3LoHMqZzbAa3nRZB2fZkUx9xivGfmNqKh75Jzpz6hbJ8U4NabbLbXtod_nUeS11Euu0jLnh08e-vJJwQrqsdveAvz/s1600/sol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidjixZj-P9bH_PV-T9cBtNz7ofE-PtWVmE1NCMZjIniIGx9B2qCVv3LoHMqZzbAa3nRZB2fZkUx9xivGfmNqKh75Jzpz6hbJ8U4NabbLbXtod_nUeS11Euu0jLnh08e-vJJwQrqsdveAvz/s320/sol.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
É burro cantar coisas que eu, tu, ele, nós sentimos?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">É brega ter desejos e carências e dores e suspiros assim, de gente?Sentir não é brega. Ao contrário: não existe nada mais chique'</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Caio F. Abreu</div>Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-77031402318139771062010-11-01T09:29:00.003-02:002010-11-01T13:24:37.645-02:00Coração tiquetatiando sem pressa<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLde6N2Gz4oiouMNdCrBHG7M7YDTHoxrpCtZhiotWrzyF1LhIJt-LmWuQpYR2-J3NoIzgUcnP8ODQvwcOeL9LFddtPmnhSF8KX0I0rRs2rulbEUPq84b4XG0u5vgdGR0gasOSGfW7FDla3/s1600/jeans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLde6N2Gz4oiouMNdCrBHG7M7YDTHoxrpCtZhiotWrzyF1LhIJt-LmWuQpYR2-J3NoIzgUcnP8ODQvwcOeL9LFddtPmnhSF8KX0I0rRs2rulbEUPq84b4XG0u5vgdGR0gasOSGfW7FDla3/s320/jeans.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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"Tem paciência com tudo não resolvido em teu coração e tenta amar as perguntas em ti, como se fossem quartos trancados ou livros escritos em idioma estrangeiro. Não pesquises em busca de respostas que não te podem ser dadas, porque tu não as podes viver, e trata-se de viver tudo. Vive as grandes perguntas agora. Talvez, num dia longínquo, sem o perceberes, te familiarizes com a resposta."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Rainer Maria Rilke</div>Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-58448377017391824412010-11-01T09:24:00.001-02:002010-11-01T13:31:57.690-02:00De pouco em pouco a gente chega lá<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_MGgCpeAV3N5WLBlwgmVKoUm5wgCYhk9VZ8WIpOz1hodS4RCT8o7z82t8_py95eq9IjS9m9Gz_zN_-Lb7ZjWQ-1JYEp_DzGd-gSJnYOKkDNrbaw9jDysXu-1D4Gi7qpailuMKsCDA6iNO/s1600/sol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_MGgCpeAV3N5WLBlwgmVKoUm5wgCYhk9VZ8WIpOz1hodS4RCT8o7z82t8_py95eq9IjS9m9Gz_zN_-Lb7ZjWQ-1JYEp_DzGd-gSJnYOKkDNrbaw9jDysXu-1D4Gi7qpailuMKsCDA6iNO/s320/sol.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
"Plenitude é quando a vida cabe no instante presente sem aperto e a gente desfruta o conforto de não sentir falta de nada."<br />
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Ana JácomoLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-86586629001520744842010-11-01T09:09:00.002-02:002010-11-01T13:29:33.545-02:00A ordem é improvisar<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijlgNhmuQYFoaq8OKj0NRuGT_tKqdZIWIQP-bM8MMEz8W5fGfD6_w0VTKoTx3K-HjZHktriFdjWgy6VF24sdG0O1ahg2MJ2VX_dX04MzDiorzm_4fA6ZRTcM5Y8ztXeu4B3zJuUx5GurTK/s1600/familia2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijlgNhmuQYFoaq8OKj0NRuGT_tKqdZIWIQP-bM8MMEz8W5fGfD6_w0VTKoTx3K-HjZHktriFdjWgy6VF24sdG0O1ahg2MJ2VX_dX04MzDiorzm_4fA6ZRTcM5Y8ztXeu4B3zJuUx5GurTK/s320/familia2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">" (...)durmo, certo de que ainda há muitas histórias para serem lidas, para serem escritas, para serem lembradas. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Até para serem vividas, quem sabe?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Caio F. Abreu</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-3966737109638535482010-11-01T08:44:00.002-02:002010-11-01T13:33:10.701-02:00Deus não desiste nunca<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHCoiE58tKCCop6Jeih8w3_4wbLKDNP0Bkz4Xc2TLHH6bVCnoUvJsDa9wuffe6SplxubqDz1t0wJN-Nde7MIU_h8sTQmcCoQxkhlg_59k4GqKVbgkqWk-gBMWuGJwyjKNhxMX5e-cRXJIH/s1600/meninas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHCoiE58tKCCop6Jeih8w3_4wbLKDNP0Bkz4Xc2TLHH6bVCnoUvJsDa9wuffe6SplxubqDz1t0wJN-Nde7MIU_h8sTQmcCoQxkhlg_59k4GqKVbgkqWk-gBMWuGJwyjKNhxMX5e-cRXJIH/s320/meninas.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"(...) Por isso, quando chegar a hora de dormir, não esqueça de acender a vela da fé, aquela que mora no coração e que acende a alma. A única vela que nos mostra o rumo."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cris Carvalho</div>Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-13502393316554065712010-10-28T21:45:00.001-02:002010-11-01T13:30:48.550-02:00Com que roupa eu vou!?!?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOx6vzkmTLn3d26VkMk0e9hMV7mNndPWw6BGRVq1LKCdiJVyuO92XmlMirF8BKy4PwPgx9lgfSJ5Yie6QapZBegIePPM6Lb2gwLFw42wgt9AjbPtwWRAUeZOpFFHBKal8qrBsXxKp_Cnn5/s1600/amigas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOx6vzkmTLn3d26VkMk0e9hMV7mNndPWw6BGRVq1LKCdiJVyuO92XmlMirF8BKy4PwPgx9lgfSJ5Yie6QapZBegIePPM6Lb2gwLFw42wgt9AjbPtwWRAUeZOpFFHBKal8qrBsXxKp_Cnn5/s320/amigas.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />
"Há tempos perdi a vontade de entender as coisas. Só preciso saber se vai fazer sol ou chover. Eu só quero saber com que roupa eu vou..."Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-5204369623799448032010-10-26T18:24:00.003-02:002010-10-26T18:26:19.640-02:00O que me inspira neste momento<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDd7Qhm4dGHoFKNjnnlgS1ejBKu054eBbVCH2mHXlBVwJIr4_YKnmO5KQL7_iBMGUfN4gNtL899HVZZKMLKtK3ZwXItD40HSiSyQU0odk-zVGYQDd85VrKv3oetY40VHfrC90vfFyWsnjS/s1600/Dom-Quixote-viaja-enjaulado%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDd7Qhm4dGHoFKNjnnlgS1ejBKu054eBbVCH2mHXlBVwJIr4_YKnmO5KQL7_iBMGUfN4gNtL899HVZZKMLKtK3ZwXItD40HSiSyQU0odk-zVGYQDd85VrKv3oetY40VHfrC90vfFyWsnjS/s1600/Dom-Quixote-viaja-enjaulado%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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“Sonhar o sonho impossível,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sofrer a angústia implacável,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pisar onde os bravos não ousam,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reparar o mal irreparável,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Amar um amor casto à distância,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Enfrentar o inimigo invencível,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tentar quando as forças se esvaem,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alcançar a estrela inatingível:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Essa é a minha busca.”</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dom Quixote</div>Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-23723777543935774092010-10-26T17:52:00.001-02:002010-10-26T18:19:13.334-02:00E quando eu gosto<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3s4dS3QhdhKbKyXjrO3YA0XfE6Evk-pDTmRkxsWEa5LV7Cab-qCc-u7ym4JMtTP75QIorqgfhIBdyTdNV_Gmop07ZgT_xk_NWgg1FbwLMlJmpEOB4j3LSt8J9tjw8_z17-mnTKUKI-lom/s1600/patricianicolas_large_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3s4dS3QhdhKbKyXjrO3YA0XfE6Evk-pDTmRkxsWEa5LV7Cab-qCc-u7ym4JMtTP75QIorqgfhIBdyTdNV_Gmop07ZgT_xk_NWgg1FbwLMlJmpEOB4j3LSt8J9tjw8_z17-mnTKUKI-lom/s1600/patricianicolas_large_large.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">"Se eu gostar de você aviso de antemão que você é uma pessoa de sorte.Eu me entrego. Quem vive comigo sabe. Quem convive comigo sente. Eu amo poucos. Mas esses poucos, pode apostar, amo muito."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Clarissa CorrêaLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-32952994262761804322010-10-26T17:50:00.001-02:002010-10-26T18:16:50.798-02:00procurando um novo caminho e sei que será longa a estrada.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBQ3qSQ0CFH63Wz9nyL3hC2s0GIVN6nXRRSgfiVjJOE-CegSaNIZlAWOLj4RurVXcNQngqJid0zJAl38JTujeYWyndRoDX-wi3uQWSOAEuWnCn1dZ2vphdF_cV0VDwcc1t6cWyfGumw6-/s1600/pensativa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBQ3qSQ0CFH63Wz9nyL3hC2s0GIVN6nXRRSgfiVjJOE-CegSaNIZlAWOLj4RurVXcNQngqJid0zJAl38JTujeYWyndRoDX-wi3uQWSOAEuWnCn1dZ2vphdF_cV0VDwcc1t6cWyfGumw6-/s320/pensativa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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As vezes nem sabemos para onde ir, mas temos que ir.<br />
Precisamos ir.E ponto.Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-73411836875827320152010-10-20T21:09:00.001-02:002010-10-20T21:09:15.308-02:00Que assim seja!!!<div class="post-body entry-content" style="color: #9c9c9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.4; width: 500px;"><span style="color: darkslategrey;">Tô tirando férias, dando um tempo disso,<br />
chega de amar, chega de me doar, chega de me doer.<br />
<span style="color: seagreen;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">[pelo menos por enquanto]</span></b></span><b></b><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Olhar tranquilo.Jeito doce, de pessoa simples.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ligou alguma coisa aqui dentro, quando já achava que meu coração</div><div style="text-align: center;">havia virado uma daquelas máquinas de misturar cimento, sabe?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Duro. Doído. Mas não. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Vou com fé, acredito no invisível. Nos sinais.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Basta estar quietinha, prestando atenção. "</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Paula Pfeifer</div>Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-45602843923104151562010-10-18T22:18:00.004-02:002010-11-01T13:45:59.949-02:00Dia do Médico!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDuSVlpkTjAADqETUVFiFxrKnaLAWoPH8wibc3NWC-kjxtMm9sHafczPnt176xyOyyCYn5sYbpMyGHGdxVnoqW-uUPXvYfgGlJMV9CGHNCTRvGKb8TAheF3H7_novy6jl7Szucjg-pJmv_/s1600/saude.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDuSVlpkTjAADqETUVFiFxrKnaLAWoPH8wibc3NWC-kjxtMm9sHafczPnt176xyOyyCYn5sYbpMyGHGdxVnoqW-uUPXvYfgGlJMV9CGHNCTRvGKb8TAheF3H7_novy6jl7Szucjg-pJmv_/s320/saude.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Escolhi os plantões, porque sei que o escuro da noite amedronta os enfermos. Escolhi estar presente na dor porque já estive muito perto do sofrimento. Escolhi servir ao próximo porque sei que todos nós um dia precisamos de ajuda. Escolhi o branco porque quero transmitir a paz. Escolhi estudar métodos de trabalho porque os livros são fontes de saber. Escolhi ser MÉDICO porque amo e respeito a vida."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">FELIZ DIA DO MÉDICO!!!!</div>Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-49957660377203842892010-10-18T21:45:00.001-02:002010-11-30T16:19:07.497-02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
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</span></div>" sempre que se sentir triste ou insegura ou perder completamente a fé vai tentar olhar para si mesma com meus olhos."<br />
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Do filme PS: Eu te AmoLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-70952642689595241362010-10-18T21:30:00.004-02:002010-11-30T15:34:14.097-02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #606060; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: 33px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOWrnDgCp3ku2YXWCGbf2q1QifHkUa5Wy2m4Han6Cb0_3LxDVhYr58dRoxLeQOyBQB3lfIUNgCvZh9K3O9qSjECQWmghoI1kckhKPV9XWSLb-eWdNfxZqODotM_JrYSdwKhjQ6NIybRNb/s1600/menina+auau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOWrnDgCp3ku2YXWCGbf2q1QifHkUa5Wy2m4Han6Cb0_3LxDVhYr58dRoxLeQOyBQB3lfIUNgCvZh9K3O9qSjECQWmghoI1kckhKPV9XWSLb-eWdNfxZqODotM_JrYSdwKhjQ6NIybRNb/s320/menina+auau.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px;">Amar</span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">talvez seja isso... Descobrir o que o outro fala mesmo quando ele não diz.<br />
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[Padre Fábio de Melo]</div></div></div>Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-38494691632454232702010-10-16T14:34:00.002-03:002010-10-18T21:33:11.536-02:00Do que eu gosto verdadeiramente<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvIh0FPnJJ3Rf8EjWd0_ZJkb4N26WbSj-VJrk0x45HhfCKse6xUyAExwetA038YcI4IoYGcfLUHv-EGAzjggqNs8E50SBdHj2lywJAUfEpwDfguxuLY9cElr_jYW1OaxG_eE2YPVyAXgeT/s1600/outono.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvIh0FPnJJ3Rf8EjWd0_ZJkb4N26WbSj-VJrk0x45HhfCKse6xUyAExwetA038YcI4IoYGcfLUHv-EGAzjggqNs8E50SBdHj2lywJAUfEpwDfguxuLY9cElr_jYW1OaxG_eE2YPVyAXgeT/s320/outono.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><br />
"Da minha casa. Do meu umbigo. De unhas cor de carmim. De homem que sabe ser homem. De noites em claro e dias em branco. De chuva e de sol. Eu guardo as minhas rejeições em vidrinhos rotulados com o nome deles. Eu sou mole demais por dentro pra deixar todo mundo ver. Eu deixo pra quem eu acho que pode comigo. Ninguém sabe. Mas eu tenho coração de moça." </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fernanda Young</div>Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-51852191190423542012010-10-16T14:31:00.003-03:002010-12-24T19:43:31.632-02:00Roda mundo, gira roda gigante<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC80IQaztq_S8RvhsnIwjKdOjidAPrxW4b45u7oMhdSjfuLoCiba5i94_FY88CidDJhaftv860kYEWOOzdy2yEDrEHZt2i6vdCjZf7Kj8BMNn3HyeL_rpLz5PhcBEhwury-Zizm4kyStww/s1600/smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC80IQaztq_S8RvhsnIwjKdOjidAPrxW4b45u7oMhdSjfuLoCiba5i94_FY88CidDJhaftv860kYEWOOzdy2yEDrEHZt2i6vdCjZf7Kj8BMNn3HyeL_rpLz5PhcBEhwury-Zizm4kyStww/s320/smile.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>"O tempo agora vale mais. É absolutamente necessário que cada momento seja bom e simples. Sigo nesse exercício – que é de sabedoria, mais que de força. Da criança que chorava à toa, tornei-me a mulher que ri de si mesma. Sou uma mulher que sorri."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cris Guerra</div>Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-14523367515650948242010-10-05T11:52:00.002-03:002010-10-16T14:37:19.194-03:00Deixa aquecer<div style="text-align: justify;">Tenho recebido tanto carinho por aqui que me sinto abraçada por braços que brotam de dentro.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Junto com os abraços tem cafuné sem pressa, toque delicado de dedos que arrepia tudo dentro da gente.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tem até cheirinho de Alecrim</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Obrigada queridos!</div>Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-59312835934252517022010-09-28T16:52:00.003-03:002010-11-30T15:41:57.554-02:00"(...)Claro que me cuido, nem precisava pedir. Te cuida, dissera ele. E eu ouvi como se fosse um te amo."<br />
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(Martha Medeiros)Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-51510927514229618522010-09-28T15:58:00.002-03:002010-11-01T13:46:43.952-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmnw9iNMPFl91TZ4Ou7Qd2XOrctis5YZxr7-T7wNe2CA96KuIMj5H4WBkv6SC4yEFcIvgSrmQBF9PzQgLWyvBDQQJTjRLUrBGMKSUbCsbuDoaqEsY7RuPFW-DToOQEUGIuIi2qTBKGToCq/s1600/meninasorrir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmnw9iNMPFl91TZ4Ou7Qd2XOrctis5YZxr7-T7wNe2CA96KuIMj5H4WBkv6SC4yEFcIvgSrmQBF9PzQgLWyvBDQQJTjRLUrBGMKSUbCsbuDoaqEsY7RuPFW-DToOQEUGIuIi2qTBKGToCq/s320/meninasorrir.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"A casa tá ótima. Outro dia tive um ataque e pintei a escada toda de amarelo, bem amarelo. A gente atravessa setembro. Te quero bem, se cuida."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Caio F. Abreu</div>Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-719886468715598862010-09-28T15:57:00.001-03:002010-09-28T16:32:38.741-03:00Mas que mania de se autoconhecer<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"A vida não é um questionário de Proust"( Martha Medeiros)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">Rainer Maria Hilker</span></span></span>Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784795603588489161.post-54060478425099113062010-09-28T15:52:00.002-03:002010-12-01T18:08:42.862-02:00Aos que pousam aquino meu Jardim...<br />
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"É tão bonito quando a gente sente que nunca está sozinho por mais que pense que está. (...)”<br />
(Ana Jácomo)<br />
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Obrigada pela presença suave, pelo toque de carinho e pelas palavras quentes que acalmam o meu coração descompensado.Luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08912296959377337248noreply@blogger.com2