<?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-19252608</id><updated>2011-12-02T19:43:33.521Z</updated><title type='text'>BRISA DO MAR</title><subtitle type='html'>AQUI DEIXO OS MEUS PENSAMENTOS ENTRE OUTROS...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>584</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-3124443407248633418</id><published>2011-09-24T18:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:22:44.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ou até se não puder ser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MqwXEzsCb7w/Tn4QcCaN3BI/AAAAAAAABxE/4K3A8xVI7P4/s1600/z215258573_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="266px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MqwXEzsCb7w/Tn4QcCaN3BI/AAAAAAAABxE/4K3A8xVI7P4/s400/z215258573_large.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Há sem dúvida quem ame o infinito,&lt;br /&gt;Há sem dúvida quem deseje o impossível,&lt;br /&gt;Há sem dúvida quem não queira nada -&lt;br /&gt;Três tipos de idealistas, e eu nenhum deles:&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu amo infinitamente o finito,&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu desejo impossivelmente o possível,&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu quero tudo, ou um pouco mais, se puder ser,&lt;br /&gt;Ou até se não puder ser..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;(Álvaro de Campos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/19252608-3124443407248633418?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/3124443407248633418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=3124443407248633418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3124443407248633418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3124443407248633418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/09/ou-ate-se-nao-puder-ser.html' title='Ou até se não puder ser...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MqwXEzsCb7w/Tn4QcCaN3BI/AAAAAAAABxE/4K3A8xVI7P4/s72-c/z215258573_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-1683347649834655339</id><published>2011-09-02T14:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T17:34:09.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprecia o Momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3pcNFqghTo/TmDSIkta79I/AAAAAAAABxA/5JvjcCEji3s/s1600/tumblr_l9ep6u9WHG1qcvoaa_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3pcNFqghTo/TmDSIkta79I/AAAAAAAABxA/5JvjcCEji3s/s400/tumblr_l9ep6u9WHG1qcvoaa_large.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Há certos instantes em que o coração e a alma são inundados de silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Momentos em que o ruido do Mundo recua e nos deixa encontrar a Paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tão breve é a trégua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aprecia o momento."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Que possas ter tranquilidade em toda a tua Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e que permaneças calmo e seguro aconteça o que acontecer...&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/19252608-1683347649834655339?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1683347649834655339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1683347649834655339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1683347649834655339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1683347649834655339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/09/aprecia-o-momento.html' title='Aprecia o Momento...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3pcNFqghTo/TmDSIkta79I/AAAAAAAABxA/5JvjcCEji3s/s72-c/tumblr_l9ep6u9WHG1qcvoaa_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-8618174041313302844</id><published>2011-09-01T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T10:17:09.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A LIBERDADE DA ALMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_y2aZTjYOE/Tl9NRQG7_OI/AAAAAAAABw8/hxXEAKcRpeE/s1600/z205750846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_y2aZTjYOE/Tl9NRQG7_OI/AAAAAAAABw8/hxXEAKcRpeE/s400/z205750846.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;O texto é adaptado de um poema de John Muir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;“Quero deixar minha alma livre, para que ela possa desfrutar de todos os dons que os espíritos possuem. Quando isto for possível, não tentarei conhecer as crateras da lua, nem seguir os raios de sol até sua fonte. Não procurarei entender a beleza da estrela, ou a desolação artificial do ser humano”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;“Quando souber como libertar minha alma, seguirei a aurora, e buscarei voltar com ela através do tempo. Quando souber libertar minha alma, mergulharei nas correntes que deságuam num oceano onde todas as águas se cruzam, e formam a alma do mundo”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;“Quando souber libertar minha alma, procurarei ler a esplêndida página da Criação desde o princípio”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-8618174041313302844?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/8618174041313302844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=8618174041313302844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8618174041313302844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8618174041313302844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/09/liberdade-da-alma.html' title='A LIBERDADE DA ALMA'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_y2aZTjYOE/Tl9NRQG7_OI/AAAAAAAABw8/hxXEAKcRpeE/s72-c/z205750846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-8345129634187567340</id><published>2011-08-24T09:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T09:35:13.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img height="584px" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/A0JnFEc6YlhOBizSnN7z/500x500" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"És toda partículas que se espalham pela casa, és toda moléculas de pele que pairam como bandos de pássaros numa casa de janelas abertas para a cidade das palmeiras, dos jacarandás, das árvores que conspiram para plagiar o teu cheiro. Escuta como digo: o teu cheiro. Está nos vincos da almofada que te marcam a cara quando dormes toda a manhã, está nas meias coloridas e nas pastilhas elásticas que deixas nos recantos do quarto, está nas mãos que não se cansam de te apertar. O teu cheiro: milhões de partículas que se despegam desses lugares em ti, do cabelo molhado quando sais do banho e um rádio toca alto na sala, das mãos escrevendo bilhetes com caligrafia de carta antiga, da curva do pescoço que serve de casa, de templo, de falésia ao resto do teu corpo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há outra maneira de o dizer: farejo-te como um bicho, o nariz imitando os dedos, deslizando pela tua pele como um peregrino ou um caçador. O teu cheiro: infinitos fragmentos de ti, o teu código genético, tudo aquilo que já foste - mergulhos na praia Grande, mortais de ginasta, sobrancelhas levantadas pela curiosidade de perceber e viver tudo o que te rodeia. O teu cheiro, ainda o teu cheiro. Se te toco altera-se, se acordas é outra coisa, se te vais embora fica por aqui, balançando todo o dia como uma cama de rede num alpendre. O teu cheiro: tantos e tantos pedaços de ti que respiro agora mesmo, suaves estilhaços que pousam nos pulmões e entram na circulação sanguínea, instalando-se em cada célula, forrando o lado interior do coração. O teu cheiro és tu a pulsar dentro de mim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Hugo Gonçalves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-8345129634187567340?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/8345129634187567340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=8345129634187567340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8345129634187567340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8345129634187567340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/08/es-toda-particulas-que-se-espalham-pela.html' title=''/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-7019407365358074463</id><published>2011-08-04T09:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T09:44:48.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não fujas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kB3FxPa7VJ8/TXOtEx55sZI/AAAAAAAAAac/XgA5W0nmrxo/s1600/silentplace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Não, não fujas. Tu não és cobarde e já enfrentaste muitas desilusões por isso olha-a nos olhos. Vês? Vês todo o amor que neles residem? Ela era capaz de dar tudo para&amp;nbsp;não te ver triste. Era capaz de&amp;nbsp;levar todas as estrelas do universo para voltarem a iluminarem os teus olhos profundos e ausentes, que perderam todo o seu brilho. Todos os sorrisos e toda a felicidade do mundo, só para voltares a ser a pessoa doce que sempre foste.&amp;nbsp;Isto, simplesmente por que te ama. E se gostas tanto dela como dizes, não lhe vires as costas pois sabes bem que ela nunca te fez isso. Esteve sempre lá de braços abertos para ti quando te sentiste perdido. Quando o teu&amp;nbsp;mundo desabou, foi ela que te deu a mão e te ajudou a&amp;nbsp;erguer para&amp;nbsp;poderes enfrentar tudo e todos. Por isso olha para ela, amor: ela só precisa de ti. Só precisa que estejas lá ao lado dela e a levantes tal como ela te levantou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Apenas isso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/19252608-7019407365358074463?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/7019407365358074463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=7019407365358074463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7019407365358074463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7019407365358074463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-fujas.html' title='Não fujas...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kB3FxPa7VJ8/TXOtEx55sZI/AAAAAAAAAac/XgA5W0nmrxo/s72-c/silentplace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-8943052508616501040</id><published>2011-08-02T21:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:27:44.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E assim é...</title><content 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style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;com o olhar paralelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;como se fossemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;um par de dois 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;mostram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;testemunhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;permanentes, confidentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;que nunca nos deixam sós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&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/19252608-8943052508616501040?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/8943052508616501040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=8943052508616501040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8943052508616501040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8943052508616501040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-assim-e.html' title='E assim é...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--7ug6rwfJKs/Tjhc9BLDAyI/AAAAAAAABwo/ikutg_4femk/s72-c/tumblr_ldc7w25O9C1qe0hneo1_500_large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-1911053006930143331</id><published>2011-06-16T14:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T17:13:37.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor é cego...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs19/i/2010/346/b/d/love_is_in_the_eye____by_nickel_chan-d136916.jpg" height="398px" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs19/i/2010/346/b/d/love_is_in_the_eye____by_nickel_chan-d136916.jpg" width="550px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"O &lt;strong&gt;amor é cego&lt;/strong&gt;, quando o coração nos impede de ver o caminho certo. O amor é cego quando caímos vezes sem conta no mesmo erro, pelo qual já sofremos e com o qual devíamos ter aprendido. Mas não, porque o amor é cego. Num jogo segue de dois sentimentos deixa de existir um terceiro, ou um quarto. As opiniões deixam de valer tanto. Os sorrisos tornam-se mais escassos e o mundo encurta, embora nos pareça enormes. Criamos um mundo cego, onde só vemos o que queremos ver e o que nem sempre é a realidade. Tudo parece perfeito até ao momento onde o cego se torna visível e o manto do segredo caí para nos mostrar a realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;O amor é cego, ao ponto de cairmos no mesmo erro vezes sem conta. Ao ponto de acreditar-mos que tudo poderá ser diferente apenas porque acreditamos que as pessoas também são diferentes. Mas os sentimentos são iguais e o amor é cego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;O que nos torna cegos é o facto de tudo parecer novo e não lembrar-mos que já vivemos esse sentimento antes e esse mesmo sentimento já nos fez sofrer. Sempre tendemos a esquecer as coisas que aos nossos olhos são negativas e é por essa razão que tudo nos parece novo. Mas tudo é igual e nós continuamos cegos. O amor é cego porque cada um de nós tem um lado cego e infelizmente esse fala mais alto do que o nosso lado visível…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Fiquem Bem!&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/19252608-1911053006930143331?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1911053006930143331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1911053006930143331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1911053006930143331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1911053006930143331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-amor-e-cego.html' title='O Amor é cego...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-50770629641448177</id><published>2011-06-01T01:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T14:16:08.265+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para as nossas Princesas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dFM1TQmudk/TNbyzqqjt0I/AAAAAAAAACY/buKlGRr2V_k/s1600/meninas_blog%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dFM1TQmudk/TNbyzqqjt0I/AAAAAAAAACY/buKlGRr2V_k/s320/meninas_blog%5B1%5D.jpg" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Antes de&amp;nbsp;as conhecermos, já as amávamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E com muita alegria, as vimos nascer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;São meninas lindas, meigas, doces, e, de certeza que vão sorrir, crescer, amadurecer, descobrir e encontrar o vosso caminho, construir o vosso futuro, e, nós caminharemos a vosso lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Iremos transmitir-vos todo o nosso saber e valores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seremos Pais, Amigos, Guias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seremos os vossos alicerces, o vosso ninho, com quem podem sempre contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vamos Amar-vos sempre com todo o nosso coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para as nossas&amp;nbsp;Princesas , temos a vida inteira aos vossos pés...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;UM DIA FELIZ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="146px" src="http://media.myspacepimper.com/content/saint_valentine/gif_heart/gif_heart_298.gif" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-50770629641448177?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/50770629641448177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=50770629641448177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/50770629641448177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/50770629641448177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/05/para-as-nossas-princesas.html' title='Para as nossas Princesas...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dFM1TQmudk/TNbyzqqjt0I/AAAAAAAAACY/buKlGRr2V_k/s72-c/meninas_blog%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-1159149618046906034</id><published>2011-04-17T15:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T15:53:19.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Algumas das coisas que aprendi na vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HwngMpNUoXg/Tar9e6cbgvI/AAAAAAAABwU/VhJsFWs1zo0/s1600/tumblr_lb7vcofeVQ1qbuw0fo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HwngMpNUoXg/Tar9e6cbgvI/AAAAAAAABwU/VhJsFWs1zo0/s640/tumblr_lb7vcofeVQ1qbuw0fo1_500_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Que não temos que mudar de amigos se compreendemos que os amigos mudam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Que se&amp;nbsp;levam anos para se construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Que as circunstâncias e o ambiente têm influência sobre nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que ou você controla seus actos, ou eles o controlarão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aprendi que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer, enfrentando as conseqüências.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que paciência requer muita prática.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Que existem pessoas que nos amam, mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que algumas vezes a pessoa que você pensa que vai lhe dar o golpe mortal quando você cai, é uma das poucas que lhe ajudam a levantar-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Que só porque uma pessoa não o ama como você quer, não significa que ela não o ame com tudo o que pode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são bobagens: seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém. Na maioria das vezes você tem que perdoar a si mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido; “o mundo não pára, esperando que você o conserte".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/19252608-1159149618046906034?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1159149618046906034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1159149618046906034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1159149618046906034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1159149618046906034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/04/algumas-das-coisas-que-aprendi-na-vida.html' title='Algumas das coisas que aprendi na vida...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HwngMpNUoXg/Tar9e6cbgvI/AAAAAAAABwU/VhJsFWs1zo0/s72-c/tumblr_lb7vcofeVQ1qbuw0fo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-663795185102413117</id><published>2011-04-15T13:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T13:59:28.139+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lco8vdMrU91qbqwc5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="290" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lco8vdMrU91qbqwc5o1_500.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje dê um dos seus sorrisos a um estranho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Esse pode ser o único raio de sol que ele verá durante todo o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;—P.S. Eu Te Amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/19252608-663795185102413117?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/663795185102413117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=663795185102413117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/663795185102413117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/663795185102413117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-4435136301936747864</id><published>2011-04-06T15:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T15:58:41.071+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO TE AMO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMypdfDRtDg/S0SbXu0tMiI/AAAAAAAABj4/pnjLdH_1Pgo/s1600/alone-lonely-heart-shape-31000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMypdfDRtDg/S0SbXu0tMiI/AAAAAAAABj4/pnjLdH_1Pgo/s400/alone-lonely-heart-shape-31000.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Não te amo! Não! Não te amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;E no entanto quanto não estás, como me apetece morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;E como invejo o céu azul por cima de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;E as quietas estrelas, que te podem ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Não te amo! – e no entanto, ainda que repita que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Tudo o que fazes é perfeito para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;E suspiro na solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Lamentando que os outros não sejam assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Não te amo! – E contudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Como odeio as vozes, ainda que amadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Que quebram as músicas demoradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Deixadas dentro de mim por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Não te amo - e contudo os teus olhos falantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Com o seu profundo azul, expressivos e brilhantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Interpõem-se entre mim e o céu por cima de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Mais frequentemente que quaisquer olhos que já conheci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Sei que não te amo! Mas já vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Quão divertidos os outros ficam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Quando me vêem olhando perdida para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Caroline Norton, 1808-1877, I Do Not Love Thee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Tradução livre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-4435136301936747864?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/4435136301936747864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=4435136301936747864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/4435136301936747864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/4435136301936747864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-te-amo.html' title='NÃO TE AMO!'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMypdfDRtDg/S0SbXu0tMiI/AAAAAAAABj4/pnjLdH_1Pgo/s72-c/alone-lonely-heart-shape-31000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-1699287885375713135</id><published>2011-03-23T19:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-23T19:27:47.510Z</updated><title type='text'>Página em Criação...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qAtccwNMGrs/TYpJiat2lWI/AAAAAAAABwA/iQ5-LmcMSQs/s1600/untitled-%257E%257E.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qAtccwNMGrs/TYpJiat2lWI/AAAAAAAABwA/iQ5-LmcMSQs/s400/untitled-%257E%257E.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;«Deus deixou várias coisas para terminar, de modo que o homem possa exercer suas habilidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixou a eletricidade na nuvem e o óleo no fundo da terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Criou os rios sem pontes, as florestas sem estradas, os campos sem casas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixou as pinturas do lado de fora dos quadros, os sentimentos para serem descritos, as montanhas para serem conquistadas, os problemas para serem resolvidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deus deixou várias coisas para terminar, de modo que o homem possa compartilhar a alegria da criação.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-1699287885375713135?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1699287885375713135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1699287885375713135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1699287885375713135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1699287885375713135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/03/pagina-em-criacao.html' title='Página em Criação...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qAtccwNMGrs/TYpJiat2lWI/AAAAAAAABwA/iQ5-LmcMSQs/s72-c/untitled-%257E%257E.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-5149053770047203538</id><published>2011-03-03T21:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:04:14.118Z</updated><title type='text'>Há Palavras Que Nos Beijam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LX72IJEcKUY/TXAA_5vIA1I/AAAAAAAABv8/FpaikYCEKJc/s1600/2p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LX72IJEcKUY/TXAA_5vIA1I/AAAAAAAABv8/FpaikYCEKJc/s400/2p.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Há palavras que nos beijam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Como se tivessem boca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Palavras de amor, de esperança, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;De imenso amor, de esperança louca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Palavras nuas que beijas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Quando a noite perde o rosto; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Palavras que se recusam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Aos muros do teu desgosto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;De repente coloridas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Entre palavras sem cor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Esperadas inesperadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Como a poesia ou o amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;(O nome de quem se ama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Letra a letra revelado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;No mármore distraído &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;No papel abandonado) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Palavras que nos transportam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Aonde a noite é mais forte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Ao silêncio dos amantes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Abraçados contra a morte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Alexandre O'Neill, in 'No Reino da Dinamarca' )&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/19252608-5149053770047203538?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/5149053770047203538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=5149053770047203538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/5149053770047203538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/5149053770047203538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/03/ha-palavras-que-nos-beijam.html' title='Há Palavras Que Nos Beijam...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LX72IJEcKUY/TXAA_5vIA1I/AAAAAAAABv8/FpaikYCEKJc/s72-c/2p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-1000515266308677735</id><published>2011-02-22T14:14:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T09:25:04.790Z</updated><title type='text'>É tudo isso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegirlofyoureyes.tumblr.com/photo/1280/3235594622/1/tumblr_lggqgjkI7P1qdikeg"&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lggqgjkI7P1qdikego1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;«Não fala. Não se explica. Não se vê e muito menos se apalpa. A sua dimensão não cabe na própria palavra de definição, nem há palavras exactas que o definam. Não se sabe porquê nem se sabe o sentido na sua existência. Não tem limites quantificáveis nem padrões comportamentais a serem seguidos. Não é incógnito, não é um mistério nem um mito. Ele existe na sua real personificação em actos e euforias sentimentais. Falasse dele soletrando uma palavra, mas essa mesma palavra é tão vazia de conteúdo que nem dele sabe falar na sua plenitude, apenas estabelece uma forma verbal para que possa ser identificado. É muito mais que isso, muito mais que palavras e conceitos. Vai para além das teorias e conversas abstractas. É superior ao desejo humano de egoísmo social estabelecendo pontes entre impossíveis. Não tem cheiro nem cor, pode ser todas as cores ao mesmo tempo, e nesse mesmo tempo não ser nenhuma. Pode tudo e o impossível. Fazemos uso dele mesmo sem sequer ser suposto estar a senti-lo! »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Ana Soares da Silva Rodrigues Neto, in 'Textos de Amor – Museu Nacional da Imprensa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-1000515266308677735?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1000515266308677735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1000515266308677735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1000515266308677735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1000515266308677735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-amor_22.html' title='É tudo isso...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-4322820006465906565</id><published>2011-02-14T14:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:32:20.148Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wK42WzQtuUE/TVqNjaL73rI/AAAAAAAABv0/Sa1W7Ch9DEs/s1600/joaninhas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wK42WzQtuUE/TVqNjaL73rI/AAAAAAAABv0/Sa1W7Ch9DEs/s400/joaninhas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dizem que o Amor é difícil, que faz sofrer e que só traz desilusões, e eu agora questiono:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;«Será verdade? Será que é mesmo assim?»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O Amor não é dificil, as pessoas é que o complicam, o Amor só faz sofrer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Como tudo na vida, há maus momentos e bons momentos, sem sacrifícios e esforço não se chega onde se quer, por muito que queiramos, e desilusões? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muitas, poucas, algumas, faz parte da vida, altos e baixos não nos matam, fortalecem- nos e ajudam-nos a resolver o mais difícil dos todos os problemas..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amar é saber ultrapassar o impossivel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amar é saber dizer que te amo com um simples olhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não existe amor à primeira vista, existe é a pessoa certa no momento certo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim és Tu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd2R5wznhgA/S9gvlZT2JiI/AAAAAAAABrY/dyWxLG5sOaU/s1600/rosas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="93" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd2R5wznhgA/S9gvlZT2JiI/AAAAAAAABrY/dyWxLG5sOaU/s320/rosas.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-4322820006465906565?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/4322820006465906565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=4322820006465906565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/4322820006465906565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/4322820006465906565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wK42WzQtuUE/TVqNjaL73rI/AAAAAAAABv0/Sa1W7Ch9DEs/s72-c/joaninhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-3601719092702085223</id><published>2011-02-07T16:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:07:25.438Z</updated><title type='text'>O Teu Olhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TVAVI7AR6-I/AAAAAAAABvw/_TIED1asJ0E/s1600/z217018371_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TVAVI7AR6-I/AAAAAAAABvw/_TIED1asJ0E/s640/z217018371_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;«Sexo e intimidade não são a mesma coisa. Pode ter sexo a vida toda e nunca ser íntima com uma pessoa. Tem de haver empatia na relação e gostar de ver através dos olhos do outro. Quando está com ele, está mesmo, sem pensar no que tem de fazer amanhã.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(J. Fonda, actriz)&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/19252608-3601719092702085223?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/3601719092702085223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=3601719092702085223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3601719092702085223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3601719092702085223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-teu-olhar.html' title='O Teu Olhar...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TVAVI7AR6-I/AAAAAAAABvw/_TIED1asJ0E/s72-c/z217018371_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-1663386407681375446</id><published>2011-01-30T19:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:16:13.653Z</updated><title type='text'>Feridos por Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TUWyyaEsnFI/AAAAAAAABvg/G1BV56uCbM8/s1600/tumblr_lfhenmFy1j1qdcke5o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="353" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TUWyyaEsnFI/AAAAAAAABvg/G1BV56uCbM8/s640/tumblr_lfhenmFy1j1qdcke5o1_500_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«Em todos os ferimentos definitivos, também chamados “rupturas”, o único medicamento capaz de fazer efeito chama-se Tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não adianta procurar consolo em cartomantes (que sempre dizem que o amor perdido irá voltar), livros românticos (cujo final é sempre feliz), novelas de TV ou coisas do gênero.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deve-se sofrer com intensidade, evitando-se por completo drogas, calmantes, orações para santos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Álcool só é tolerado em um máximo de dois copos de vinho por dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E os que jamais foram feridos por amor, não poderão nunca dizer: “vivi”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque não viveram.»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Paulo Coelho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-1663386407681375446?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1663386407681375446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1663386407681375446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1663386407681375446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1663386407681375446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/01/feridos-por-amor.html' title='Feridos por Amor...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TUWyyaEsnFI/AAAAAAAABvg/G1BV56uCbM8/s72-c/tumblr_lfhenmFy1j1qdcke5o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-2532662121436229304</id><published>2011-01-29T20:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T20:05:45.791Z</updated><title type='text'>Um sonho maior...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TURxVOyZoTI/AAAAAAAABvY/KZH_7iLivkw/s1600/3565480305_aba1ea8cc3_z_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="532" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TURxVOyZoTI/AAAAAAAABvY/KZH_7iLivkw/s640/3565480305_aba1ea8cc3_z_thumb.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«Todos precisamos de uma visão para a vida e, mesmo quando nos esforçamos para a alcançar, temos de render-nos a um poder maior do que o que sabemos. Um dos principios que definem a minha vida e que adoro partilhar, é que Deus é capaz de sonhar sonhos maiores para nós do que nós alguma vez somos capazes de sonhar para nós própios.»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Oprah)&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/19252608-2532662121436229304?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/2532662121436229304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=2532662121436229304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2532662121436229304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2532662121436229304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-sonho-maior.html' title='Um sonho maior...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TURxVOyZoTI/AAAAAAAABvY/KZH_7iLivkw/s72-c/3565480305_aba1ea8cc3_z_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-6981234592127733859</id><published>2011-01-23T19:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-23T19:53:31.055Z</updated><title type='text'>O Primeiro Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TTyGuDtXANI/AAAAAAAABvU/C-6hhA0_KnM/s1600/casal-amigos-juntos-mulher-homem-beijo-kiss.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TTyGuDtXANI/AAAAAAAABvU/C-6hhA0_KnM/s640/casal-amigos-juntos-mulher-homem-beijo-kiss.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;«É fácil saber se um amor é o primeiro amor ou não. Se admite que possa ser o primeiro, é porque não é, o primeiro amor só pode parecer o último amor. É o único amor, o máximo amor, o irrepetível e incrível e antes morrer que ter outro amor. Não há outro amor. O primeiro amor ocupa o amor todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Nunca se percebe bem por que razão começa. Mas começa. E acaba sempre mal só porque acaba. Todos os dias parece estar mesmo a começar porque as coisas vão bem, e o coração anda alto. E todos os dias parece que vai acabar porque as coisas vão mal e o coração anda em baixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;O primeiro amor dá demasiadas alegrias, mais do que a alma foi concebida para suportar. É por isso que a alegria dói - porque parece que vai acabar de repente. E o primeiro amor dói sempre demais, sempre muito mais do que aguenta e encaixa o peito humano, porque a todo o momento se sente que acabou de acabar de repente. O primeiro amor não deixa de parte um único bocadinho de nós. Nenhuma inteligência ou atenção se consegue guardar para observá-lo. Fica tudo ocupado. O primeiro amor ocupa tudo. É inobservável. É difícil sequer reflectir sobre ele. O primeiro amor leva tudo e não deixa nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Diz-se que não há amor como o primeiro e é verdade. Há amores maiores, amores melhores, amores mais bem pensados e apaixonadamente vividos. Há amores mais duradouros. Quase todos. Mas não há amor como o primeiro. É o único que estraga o coração e que o deixa estragado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;É como uma criança que põe os dedos dentro de uma tomada eléctrica. É esse o choque, a surpresa «Meu Deus! Como pode ser!» do primeiro amor. Os outros amores poderão ser mais úteis, até mais bonitos, mas são como ligar electrodomésticos à corrente. Este amor mói-nos o juízo como a Moulinex mói café. Aquele amor deixa-nos cozidos por dentro e com suores frios por fora, tal e qual num micro-ondas. Mas o «Zing!» inicial, o tremor perigoso que se nos enfia por baixo das unhas e dá quatro mil voltas ao corpo, naquele micro-segundo de electricidade que nos calhou, só acontece no primeiro amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;O primeiro beijo é sempre uma confusão. Está tudo a andar à volta e não se consegue parar. A outra pessoa assalta-nos e deixa-nos tontos, isto apesar de ser tão tímida e inepta como nós. E os nomes dos nossos primeiros amores? Os nomes doem. Parecem minúsculos milagres. Cada vez que se pronunciam, rebenta um pequeno terramoto no equador. E as mãos? Quando a mão entra na mão de quem se ama e se sente aquele exagero de volts e de pele, a única resposta sensata é o assassínio, o exílio, o suicídio. Nada fica de fora. O mundo é uma conspiração cinzenta de amores em segunda mão. Nada é puro fora daquelas mãos. O tesouro está a arder, as pessoas estão a morrer, os olhos cheios de luz estão a cegar, mas o primeiro amor é também, e sem dúvida, o primeiro amor do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;O primeiro amor é aquele que não se limita a esgotar a disposição sentimental para os amores seguintes: quer esgotá-la. Depois dele, ou depois dela, os olhos e os braços e os lábios deixam de ter qualquer utilidade ou interesse. As outras pessoas - por muito bonitas e fascinantes que sejam - metem-nos nojo. Só no primeiro amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Não há amor como o primeiro. Mais tarde, quando se deixa de crescer, há o equivalente adulto ao primeiro amor - é o primeiro casamento; mas não é igual. O primeiro amor é uma chapada, um sacudir das raízes adormecidas dos cabelos, uma voragem que nos come as entranhas e não nos explica. Electrifica-nos a capacidade de poder amar. Ardem-nos as órbitas dos olhos, do impensável calor de poder-mos ser amados. Atiramo-nos ao nosso primeiro amor sem pensar onde vamos cair ou de onde saltamos. Saltamos e caímos. Enchemos o peito de ar, seguramos as narinas com os dedos a fazer de mola de roupa, juramos fazer três ou quatro mortais de costas, e estatelamo-nos na água ou no chão, como patos disparados de um obus, com penas a esvoaçar por toda a parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Há amores melhores, mas são amores cansados, amores que já levaram na cabeça, amores que sabem dizer «Alto-e-pára-o-baile», amores que já dão o desconto, amores que já têm medo de se magoarem, amores democráticos, que se discutem e debatem. E todos os amores dão maior prazer que o primeiro. O primeiro amor está para além das categorias normais da dor e do prazer. Não faz sentido sequer. Não tem nada a ver com a vida. Pertence a um mundo que só tem duas cores - o preto-preto feito de todos os tons pretos do planeta e o branco-branco feito de todas as cores do arco-íris, todas a correr umas para as outras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Podem ficar com a ternura dos 40 e com a loucura dos 30 e com a frescura dos 20 - não outro amor como o doentio, fechado-no-quarto, o amor do armário, com uma nesga de porta que dá para o Paraíso, o amor delirante de ter sempre a boca cheia de coração e não conseguir dizer outra coisa com coisa, nem falar, nem pedir para sair, nem sequer confessar: «Adeus Mariana - desta vez é que me vou mesmo suicidar.» Podem ficar (e que remédio têm) com o savoir-faire e os fait-divers e o «quero com vista pró mar se ainda houver». Não há paz de alma, nem soalheira pachorra de cafunés com champagne, que valha a guerra do primeiro amor, a única em que toda a gente morre e ninguém fica para contar como foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Não há regras para gerir o primeiro amor. Se fosse possível ser gerido, ser previsto, ser agendado, ser cuidado, não seria primeiro. A única regra é: Não pensar, não resistir, não duvidar. Como acontece em todas as tragédias, o primeiro amor sofre-se principalmente por não continuar. Anos mais tarde, ainda se sonha retomá-lo, reconquistá-lo, acrescentar um último capítulo mais feliz ou mais arrumado. Mas não pode ser. O primeiro amor é o único milagre da nossa vida - e não há milagres em segunda mão. É tão separado do resto como se fosse uma primeira vida. Depois do primeiro amor, morre-se. Quando se renasce há uma ressaca. É um misto de «Livra! Ainda bem que já acabou!» e de «Mas o que é isto? Para onde é que foi?».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Os outros amores são maiores, são mais verdadeiros, respeitam mais as personalidades, são mais construtivos - são tudo aquilo que se quiser. Mas formam um conjunto entre eles. O segundo e o terceiro e o quarto, por muito diferentes, são mais parecidos. São amores que se conhecem uns aos outros, bebem copos juntos, telefonam-se, combinam ir à Baixa comprar cortinados. O primeiro amor não forma conjunto nenhum. Nem sequer entre os dois amantes - os primeiros, primeiríssimos amantes. Acabam tão separados os dois como o primeiro amor acaba separado dos demais. O amor foi a única coisa que os prendeu e o amor, como toda a gente sabe, não chega para quase nada. É preciso respeito e bláblá, compreensão mútua e muito bláblá, e até uma certa amizade bláblá. Para se fazer uma vida a dois que seja recompensadora e sobretudo bláblá, o amor não chega. Não se vive só dele. Não se come. Não se deixa mobilar. Bláblá e enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Mas é por ser insustentável e irrepetível que o primeiro amor não se esquece. Parece impossível porque foi. Não deu nada do que se quis. Não levou a parte nenhuma. O primeiro amor deveria ser o primeiro e esquecer-se, mas toda a gente sabe, durante o primeiro amor ou depois, que é sempre o último.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Afinal nem é por ser primeiro, nem é por ser amor. A força do primeiro amor vem de queimar - do incêndio incontrolável - todas aquelas ilusões e esperanças, saudades pequenas e sentimentos, que nascem em nós com uma força exagerada e excessiva. Como se queima um campo para crescer plantas nele. Se fôssemos para todos os outros amores com o coração semelhantemente alucinado e confuso, nunca mais seríamos felizes. É essa a tristeza do primeiro amor. Prepara-nos para sermos felizes, limando arestas, queimando energias, esgotando inusitadas pulsões, tornando-nos mais «inteligentes».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;É por isso que o primeiro amor fica com a metade mais selvagem e inocente de nós. Seguimos caminho, para outros amores, mais suaves e civilizados, menos exigentes e mais compreensivos. Será por isso que o primeiro amor nunca é o único? Que lindo seria se fosse mesmo. Só para que não houvesse outro.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;[ Miguel Esteves Cardoso - Os Meus Problemas (1988)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;﻿Para a minha querida filha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-6981234592127733859?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/6981234592127733859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=6981234592127733859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/6981234592127733859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/6981234592127733859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-primeiro-amor.html' title='O Primeiro Amor...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TTyGuDtXANI/AAAAAAAABvU/C-6hhA0_KnM/s72-c/casal-amigos-juntos-mulher-homem-beijo-kiss.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-3768372831259074360</id><published>2011-01-21T19:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T19:18:53.579Z</updated><title type='text'>Não Desista de Mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TTnaD7FtrsI/AAAAAAAABvM/NJ6V5TpNSF8/s1600/tristeza9io1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TTnaD7FtrsI/AAAAAAAABvM/NJ6V5TpNSF8/s640/tristeza9io1.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A porta fechou-se contigo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levaste na noite o meu chão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E agora neste quarto vazio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei que outras sombras virão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E alguém ao longe me diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há um perfume que ficou na escada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E na TV o teu canal está aberto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desenhos de corpos na cama fechada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São um mapa de um passado deserto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sei que houve um tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em que tu e eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fomos dois pássaros loucos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voámos pelas ruas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que fizemos céu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somos a pele um do outro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não desistas de mim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não te percas agora,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não desistas de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A noite ainda demora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda sei de cor o teu ventre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o vestido rasgado de encanto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A luz da manhã,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O teu corpo por dentro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a pele na pele de quem se quer&amp;nbsp; tanto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Pedro Abrunhosa)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SunLt0WlWKI/AAAAAAAABiQ/jMAvvmypYmQ/s1600/22.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SunLt0WlWKI/AAAAAAAABiQ/jMAvvmypYmQ/s1600/22.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/19252608-3768372831259074360?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/3768372831259074360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=3768372831259074360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3768372831259074360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3768372831259074360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-desista-de-mim.html' title='Não Desista de Mim...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TTnaD7FtrsI/AAAAAAAABvM/NJ6V5TpNSF8/s72-c/tristeza9io1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-2198741059237937064</id><published>2011-01-17T14:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:45:38.999Z</updated><title type='text'>* Momentos...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TTRSj2e9UAI/AAAAAAAABvI/V66fYNG0Bf8/s1600/aquii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TTRSj2e9UAI/AAAAAAAABvI/V66fYNG0Bf8/s400/aquii.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;«&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Reconheço o divino na minha vida quotidiana, essa mudança inesperada que&amp;nbsp;às vezes sinto quando oiço música, danço, corto legumes ou até quando venho para casa a pé do metropolitano e a luz está perfeita. Nesses momentos, sinto-me ligada a uma quietude muito diferente da minha habitual azáfama de pensamentos e preocupações.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-2198741059237937064?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/2198741059237937064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=2198741059237937064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2198741059237937064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2198741059237937064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/01/momentos.html' title='* Momentos...*'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TTRSj2e9UAI/AAAAAAAABvI/V66fYNG0Bf8/s72-c/aquii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-6422116746936041903</id><published>2011-01-12T14:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-12T14:45:45.599Z</updated><title type='text'>Acredito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQXDXNsCYmw/SwGsRBsBmRI/AAAAAAAAAvk/AFF2EgX5rQ8/s1600/amores-sao-coisas-da-vida-2841971-1559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Acredito que o amor se espande. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando distribuímos amor, ele é recebido e devolvido, e cresce. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É nisso que está a sua beleza. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor é uma energia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podemos dá-lo às pessoas e, no fim, regressa sempre a nós."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S_QtSgbt2CI/AAAAAAAABsE/J7S4CIfUI7E/s1600/23369.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S_QtSgbt2CI/AAAAAAAABsE/J7S4CIfUI7E/s1600/23369.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-6422116746936041903?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/6422116746936041903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=6422116746936041903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/6422116746936041903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/6422116746936041903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/01/acredito.html' title='Acredito...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQXDXNsCYmw/SwGsRBsBmRI/AAAAAAAAAvk/AFF2EgX5rQ8/s72-c/amores-sao-coisas-da-vida-2841971-1559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-3296432337932423666</id><published>2011-01-08T18:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T19:00:36.790Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida em Mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suuhrockstar.blog.terra.com.br/files/2010/09/felicidade-no-amor1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: undefined;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="488" src="http://suuhrockstar.blog.terra.com.br/files/2010/09/felicidade-no-amor1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Hoje estás em casa, meu amor. Olho ansioso para a tua expressão. Que países transportas no teu olhar? Desertos? Praias? Que brisas ou ventos, rochas ou marés? É importante saber, porque sou viajante da tua paisagem e habito as tuas fronteiras. Será que me devo cobrir como um beduíno e viajar solitário numa paisagem de areia? Ou deito-me a teu lado a ouvir o coro que o mar faz quando acompanha o canto das gaivotas? É importante saber, meu amor, porque se Deus me deu a graça de mais um dia, é para que o celebre. Então, à vida ergo o meu copo, estendo-lhe o braço, agarro-a pela cintura e com ela danço as rodas da infância, e, quando, já cansado, no teu peito pouso a minha mão, bebo sófrego e fremente o lago dos teus olhos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;("Vida em mim" de Nuno Lobo Antunes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-3296432337932423666?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/3296432337932423666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=3296432337932423666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3296432337932423666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3296432337932423666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/01/vida-em-mim.html' title='Vida em Mim...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-1097840571107212444</id><published>2011-01-02T19:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:20:13.054Z</updated><title type='text'>Neste Novo Ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TSDMg-nLbbI/AAAAAAAABu8/ESMpVNUPGHE/s1600/30820_104070622974427_100001144700533_38951_2164906_n_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TSDMg-nLbbI/AAAAAAAABu8/ESMpVNUPGHE/s400/30820_104070622974427_100001144700533_38951_2164906_n_thumb.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿"Que a gente cresça e não envelheça simplesmente. Que tenhamos dores nas costas e alguém que as massage. Que tenhamos rugas e boas lembranças. Que tenhamos juízo mas mantenhamos o bom humor e um pouco de ousadia. Que sejamos racionais, mas lutemos por nossos sonhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E, principalmente, que não digamos apenas eu te amo, mas ajamos de modo que aqueles a quem amamos, sintam-se amados mais do que se saibam amados."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SunKSQ6ltxI/AAAAAAAABiA/-eB2ZvzCsPE/s1600/16.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="57" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SunKSQ6ltxI/AAAAAAAABiA/-eB2ZvzCsPE/s320/16.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-1097840571107212444?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1097840571107212444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1097840571107212444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1097840571107212444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1097840571107212444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/01/neste-novo-ano.html' title='Neste Novo Ano...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TSDMg-nLbbI/AAAAAAAABu8/ESMpVNUPGHE/s72-c/30820_104070622974427_100001144700533_38951_2164906_n_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-8167547328847503948</id><published>2011-01-01T12:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:12:25.775Z</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ ANO NOVO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.recados.net/"&gt;&lt;img height="308" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/recados/ano-novo_266015090_anonovo153.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-8167547328847503948?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/8167547328847503948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=8167547328847503948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8167547328847503948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8167547328847503948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2011/01/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='FELIZ ANO NOVO!!!'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-7112431258723421294</id><published>2010-12-27T16:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-27T16:27:15.101Z</updated><title type='text'>@@@ BOAS FESTAS!!!! @@@</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="475" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpXTtYrjQSE/S7k0HoOrBbI/AAAAAAAAB-k/23weuGfB240/s640/mar.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Não há poder na Terra que possa opor-se às marés &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e esse principio aplica-se a tudo o que há na Vida:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que flui, reflui... amor... ódio... misericórdia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo aquilo que damos recebemos de volta!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Fiquem bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Brisa do Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-7112431258723421294?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/7112431258723421294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=7112431258723421294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7112431258723421294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7112431258723421294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/12/boas-festas.html' title='@@@ BOAS FESTAS!!!! @@@'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpXTtYrjQSE/S7k0HoOrBbI/AAAAAAAAB-k/23weuGfB240/s72-c/mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-7808234710555022840</id><published>2010-10-03T17:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T19:27:11.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Anos de Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TKinMdy4z_I/AAAAAAAABuo/r78Zyda04_g/s1600/0o08.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TKinMdy4z_I/AAAAAAAABuo/r78Zyda04_g/s400/0o08.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;É maravilhoso sentir que o nosso amor está presente em todos os momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Em cada coisa que fazemos, a qualquer hora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Sei que esse sentimento me estimula e ajuda-me a enfrentar qualquer problema ou obstáculo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Nosso amor vai crescendo em cada acto que fazemos, em cada gesto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Sou feliz por isso e vejo que tu também o és.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Se tu poderás passar sem mim?- Sim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Se eu poderei passar sem ti?- Sim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Mas certamente não seria a mesma coisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Algo me diz que só juntos encontraremos o caminho da felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;A felicidade é isso, pequenos momentos, pequenos gestos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;A certeza da parceria, do companheirismo, do carinho e do afecto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Saber que existimos um para o outro a todo momento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;É a coisa mais linda que alguém pode sentir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;AMO-TE MUITO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Meu Zll...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TKinbfWw2lI/AAAAAAAABus/XQ9WScTORpc/s1600/xabia.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TKinbfWw2lI/AAAAAAAABus/XQ9WScTORpc/s320/xabia.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-7808234710555022840?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/7808234710555022840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=7808234710555022840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7808234710555022840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7808234710555022840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/10/13-anos-de-amor.html' title='13 Anos de Amor...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TKinMdy4z_I/AAAAAAAABuo/r78Zyda04_g/s72-c/0o08.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-1483124950111192424</id><published>2010-09-27T19:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:29:38.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paixão e Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TKDiZFi3mTI/AAAAAAAABuc/iVNqijNlzGk/s1600/1373116489_img.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TKDiZFi3mTI/AAAAAAAABuc/iVNqijNlzGk/s400/1373116489_img.jpg" width="355" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A paixão pode ser descrita como a beleza de um encontro fulminante entre duas pessoas, mas não se limita a isso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está na excitação do inesperado, na vontade de fazer alguma coisa com fervor, na certeza de que se vai conseguir realizar um sonho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A paixão nos dá sinais que nos guiam a vida – e cabe a nós saber decifrar estes sinais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O grande objetivo do ser humano é compreender o amor total. O amor não está no outro, está dentro de nós mesmos; nós o despertamos. Mas para este despertar, precisamos do outro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O universo só faz sentido quando temos com quem dividir nossas emoções."&lt;/em&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/19252608-1483124950111192424?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1483124950111192424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1483124950111192424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1483124950111192424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1483124950111192424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/09/paixao-e-amor.html' title='Paixão e Amor...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TKDiZFi3mTI/AAAAAAAABuc/iVNqijNlzGk/s72-c/1373116489_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-1360318377960258314</id><published>2010-09-22T10:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T17:11:04.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninguém é de Ninguém...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TJnRJv9wKgI/AAAAAAAABuE/JTjAvHw2RXA/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="381" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TJnRJv9wKgI/AAAAAAAABuE/JTjAvHw2RXA/s400/14.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No amor ninguém pode machucar ninguém;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cada um é responsável por aquilo que sente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e não podemos culpar o outro por isso... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já me senti ferida quando perdi o homem por quem me apaixonei... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje estou convencida de que ninguém perde ninguém, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque ninguém possui ninguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa é a verdadeira experiência de ser livre: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ter a coisa mais importante do mundo sem possuí-la."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Paulo Coelho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-1360318377960258314?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1360318377960258314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1360318377960258314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1360318377960258314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1360318377960258314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/09/ninguem-e-de-ninguem.html' title='Ninguém é de Ninguém...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TJnRJv9wKgI/AAAAAAAABuE/JTjAvHw2RXA/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-1984163462896386334</id><published>2010-09-02T16:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:40:56.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor é Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TH_DbFeyZXI/AAAAAAAABt0/KOFATa8-XB0/s1600/b22896ec93823afb6ad2b478aa6aa6747e7f8a68.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TH_DbFeyZXI/AAAAAAAABt0/KOFATa8-XB0/s400/b22896ec93823afb6ad2b478aa6aa6747e7f8a68.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"O amor é inseparável da morte. Sabes que amas porque te esqueceste de que existes; porque morreste para ti mesma, para viveres naqueles que amas. Se eles estiverem bem, então tu estás bem, ainda que estejas mal. Amar é dares-te. É não pensares em ti. É não quereres saber dos teus gostos, do teu bem-estar, do teu descanso, dos teus projectos, do teu futuro, por andares muito ocupada em construir aqueles que te rodeiam. É veres nessa morte para ti mesma o sentido e a plenitude da tua existência. Quanto mais deres de ti, quanto mais te doer o teu amor, mais alegria terás. E mais paz. Porque amas mais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Paulo Geraldo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Será???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor é Vida... vida é Amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Palavras poderosas que seguem juntas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enquanto corações pulsarem no peito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-1984163462896386334?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1984163462896386334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1984163462896386334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1984163462896386334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1984163462896386334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/09/amor-e-vida.html' title='Amor é Vida...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TH_DbFeyZXI/AAAAAAAABt0/KOFATa8-XB0/s72-c/b22896ec93823afb6ad2b478aa6aa6747e7f8a68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-4613937707288870556</id><published>2010-08-15T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T19:34:32.782+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As Pedras Maiores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TGgyLrrhM2I/AAAAAAAABtU/gxpc1myY5XM/s1600/Palavras_que_as_pedras_dizem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TGgyLrrhM2I/AAAAAAAABtU/gxpc1myY5XM/s400/Palavras_que_as_pedras_dizem.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"O mestre colocou, em cima da mesa, um vaso de vidro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Em seguida, retirou de um saco uma dezena de pedras do tamanho de uma laranja, e começou a enfiá-las, uma a uma, dentro do jarro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando o jarro já estava com pedras até a borda, perguntou aos seus alunos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Está cheio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Todos disseram que sim. O mestre, porém, retirou de outro saco um cascalho, e sacudindo as pedras grandes dentro do jarro, conseguiu colocar bastante cascalho ali dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Está cheio? – perguntou de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Os alunos disseram que, desta vez, estava cheio. Foi quando o mestre abriu um terceiro saco, cheio de areia fina, e começou a derramá-la no jarro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A areia foi preenchendo o espaço vazio entre as pedras e o cascalho, até que chegou ao topo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Muito bem – disse o mestre – agora o jarro está cheio. Qual o ensinamento que eu quis demonstrar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Que, não importa o quanto você esteja ocupado, sempre há espaço para fazer alguma coisa a mais – disse um aluno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Nada disso. Na verdade, esta pequena demonstração nos faz ver o seguinte: se não colocamos as pedras grandes antes, não poderemos colocá-las depois."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Então, quais são as coisas importantes na nossa vida? Quais os projetos que adiamos, as aventuras que não vivemos, os amores pelo qual não lutamos? Perguntem quais são pedras grandes, sólidas, que mantém acesa em vocês a chama de Deus. E coloquem rápido no vaso de suas decisões, ou em pouco tempo já não encontrarão lugar para elas.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TGgzMf6fdXI/AAAAAAAABtc/KwdYZB553a4/s1600/001l_0.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TGgzMf6fdXI/AAAAAAAABtc/KwdYZB553a4/s320/001l_0.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/19252608-4613937707288870556?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/4613937707288870556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=4613937707288870556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/4613937707288870556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/4613937707288870556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-pedras-maiores.html' title='As Pedras Maiores...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TGgyLrrhM2I/AAAAAAAABtU/gxpc1myY5XM/s72-c/Palavras_que_as_pedras_dizem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-722194273678847170</id><published>2010-08-05T10:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:03:25.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That´s Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TFp92xQtQnI/AAAAAAAABtM/wnZGUbhXpQE/s1600/converselove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TFp92xQtQnI/AAAAAAAABtM/wnZGUbhXpQE/s400/converselove.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;" Algumas pessoas passam pela nossa vida e simplesmente passam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Outras ficam um pouco e deixam pegadas em nossos coraçoes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;e nós nunca mais seremos os mesmos..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-722194273678847170?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/722194273678847170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=722194273678847170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/722194273678847170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/722194273678847170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/08/thats-life.html' title='That´s Life...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TFp92xQtQnI/AAAAAAAABtM/wnZGUbhXpQE/s72-c/converselove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-738886496439128211</id><published>2010-07-20T17:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:33:50.455+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Queria Mais Altas as Estrelas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TEXOl8hHLoI/AAAAAAAABs8/SD9Un0StLpg/s1600/tristeza1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TEXOl8hHLoI/AAAAAAAABs8/SD9Un0StLpg/s640/tristeza1.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Eu queria mais altas as estrelas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais largo o espaço, o Sol mais criador,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais refulgente a Lua, o mar maior,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais cavadas as ondas e mais belas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais amplas, mais rasgadas as janelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Das almas, mais rosais a abrir em flor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais montanhas, mais asas de condor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais sangue sobre a cruz das caravelas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E abrir os braços e viver a vida:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Quanto mais funda e lúgubre a descida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais alta é a ladeira que não cansa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E, acabada a tarefa... em paz, contente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um dia adormecer, serenamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como dorme no berço uma criança!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-738886496439128211?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/738886496439128211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=738886496439128211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/738886496439128211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/738886496439128211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-queria-mais-altas-as-estrelas.html' title='Eu Queria Mais Altas as Estrelas...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TEXOl8hHLoI/AAAAAAAABs8/SD9Un0StLpg/s72-c/tristeza1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-1201943712417600555</id><published>2010-06-28T17:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T18:23:53.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>*-*Hoje a Noite é Nossa...*-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TCjSzG7om1I/AAAAAAAABss/3lggecCeNYs/s1600/549519alexandrepamote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TCjSzG7om1I/AAAAAAAABss/3lggecCeNYs/s400/549519alexandrepamote.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Quero ter você aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vivendo o meu dia-a-dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada mais me dá prazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Além da sua companhia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luzes vão ganhando cor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notas formam melodias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não importa de quem for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um sorriso só traz alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chegou a hora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora a noite não tem fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chega mais pra cá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vem pra perto de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero poder te abraçar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois quero te beijar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje a Noite é Nossa..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-1201943712417600555?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1201943712417600555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1201943712417600555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1201943712417600555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1201943712417600555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/06/hoje-noite-e-nossa.html' title='*-*Hoje a Noite é Nossa...*-*'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TCjSzG7om1I/AAAAAAAABss/3lggecCeNYs/s72-c/549519alexandrepamote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-5788992766675270684</id><published>2010-06-25T09:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:00:04.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:::::::::::É Preciso Não Esquecer Nada::::::::::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TCOpwUbDsYI/AAAAAAAABsc/j4Gc1Mo-8Aw/s1600/548712Isah6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TCOpwUbDsYI/AAAAAAAABsc/j4Gc1Mo-8Aw/s400/548712Isah6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É preciso não esquecer nada:&lt;br /&gt;nem a torneira aberta nem o fogo aceso,&lt;br /&gt;nem o sorriso para os infelizes&lt;br /&gt;nem a oração de cada instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso não esquecer de ver a nova borboleta&lt;br /&gt;nem o céu de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é preciso é esquecer o nosso rosto,&lt;br /&gt;o nosso nome, o som da nossa voz, o ritmo do nosso pulso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é preciso esquecer é o dia carregado de actos,&lt;br /&gt;a idéia de recompensa e de glória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é preciso é ser como se já não fôssemos,&lt;br /&gt;vigiados pelos próprios olhos severos conosco,&lt;br /&gt;pois o resto não nos pertence. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::::::::: É Preciso Não Esquecer Nada :::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Cecília Meireles )&lt;br /&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/19252608-5788992766675270684?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/5788992766675270684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=5788992766675270684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/5788992766675270684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/5788992766675270684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-preciso-nao-esquecer-nada.html' title=':::::::::::É Preciso Não Esquecer Nada::::::::::'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TCOpwUbDsYI/AAAAAAAABsc/j4Gc1Mo-8Aw/s72-c/548712Isah6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-177207696920651518</id><published>2010-06-15T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:41:44.327+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPO DE AMAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TBfIZLjccBI/AAAAAAAABsU/aQASgIdic1A/s1600/arte-fotografia-usa-jonathan-leder-fotografias-intimas-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TBfIZLjccBI/AAAAAAAABsU/aQASgIdic1A/s640/arte-fotografia-usa-jonathan-leder-fotografias-intimas-01.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"O tempo é lento demais para os que esperam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;rápido demais para os que temem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;longo demais para os que sofrem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;curto demais para os que celebram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;mas para os que amam, o tempo é eterno."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Henry Van Dyke)&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/19252608-177207696920651518?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/177207696920651518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=177207696920651518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/177207696920651518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/177207696920651518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/06/tempo-de-amar.html' title='TEMPO DE AMAR...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/TBfIZLjccBI/AAAAAAAABsU/aQASgIdic1A/s72-c/arte-fotografia-usa-jonathan-leder-fotografias-intimas-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-6877478282278100637</id><published>2010-05-19T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:27:07.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S_QtCzCXUAI/AAAAAAAABr8/zZJmzPHTkUA/s1600/je-taime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S_QtCzCXUAI/AAAAAAAABr8/zZJmzPHTkUA/s400/je-taime.jpg" width="330" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saudade não tem forma nem cor; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não tem cheiro nem sabor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fala-se nela, mas não se vê; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;só pensa nela quem acredita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é parte da ausência; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;ela é parte do amor; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ela tem realidade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas quem a tem sente dor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma dor miudinha, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que cresce no coração, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e que nunca vem sozinha… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acompanha a solidão; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quem a sente nunca esquece, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;nem nunca esquecerá, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;o sentimento que não adormece, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;por alguém que não está! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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Maninha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/RkyWQ50I0UI/AAAAAAAAAfU/LrIclg9pJgw/s1600/criancas%252520e%252520bebes%252520%252868%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/RkyWQ50I0UI/AAAAAAAAAfU/LrIclg9pJgw/s400/criancas%252520e%252520bebes%252520%252868%2529.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejei-te ainda tu não existias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Embora na altura um "mano" me parecesse uma boa opção, &lt;br /&gt;fiquei radiante com a boneca que nascia para ser minha irmã. &lt;br /&gt;Uma irmã é nossa amiga, mas também parte de nós mesmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Juntas pelas mesmas raízes, pelo amor, pelas vivências...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Partilhamos bons e maus momentos e&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;és testemunha que unidas tudo podemos conseguir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vivendo nossas próprias vidas, mas sempre juntas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca desistas de sonhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estive ao teu lado&amp;nbsp; no teu 1º dia de vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou&amp;nbsp;agora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estarei sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por todo esse mundo compartilhado,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;até pelas zangas... Obrigado!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amo-te Muito... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PARABÈNS!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S-781BYBDeI/AAAAAAAABr0/8ygx8gH9Kpc/s1600/010_1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="73" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S-781BYBDeI/AAAAAAAABr0/8ygx8gH9Kpc/s200/010_1.gif" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-1795446971158607289?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1795446971158607289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1795446971158607289&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1795446971158607289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1795446971158607289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/05/parabens-maninha.html' title='PARABÈNS!! Maninha...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/RkyWQ50I0UI/AAAAAAAAAfU/LrIclg9pJgw/s72-c/criancas%252520e%252520bebes%252520%252868%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-7313754718653986291</id><published>2010-05-12T12:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:39:24.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SER MÃE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S-qRWpgZMOI/AAAAAAAABrc/gRTpjrRNj5A/s1600/Je%2520t%27aime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S-qRWpgZMOI/AAAAAAAABrc/gRTpjrRNj5A/s400/Je%2520t%27aime.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser Mãe é reconhecer o mundo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;através do amor profundo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É sonhar, é sorrir, é chorar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser mãe é abraçar, é acarinhar, é mimar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;é ter a sabedoria dos deuses...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser Mãe é ser anjo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser Mãe é viver cercada de Amor!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o início, é o meio e jamais o fim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigada por tudo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARABÉNS MÃE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S9guEBM3KzI/AAAAAAAABrU/GdRB16X9b2A/s1600/sol.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S9guEBM3KzI/AAAAAAAABrU/GdRB16X9b2A/s400/sol.bmp" tt="true" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aprendi que o amor é feito de liberdade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;É como ter, todos os dias, muitas outras opções.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;E ainda assim fazer a mesma livre escolha". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S9gvlZT2JiI/AAAAAAAABrY/5FcxxwSTO6o/s1600/rosas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="93" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S9gvlZT2JiI/AAAAAAAABrY/5FcxxwSTO6o/s320/rosas.png" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/19252608-7028169829126431360?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/7028169829126431360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=7028169829126431360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7028169829126431360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7028169829126431360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/04/amor-e.html' title='AMOR É...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S9guEBM3KzI/AAAAAAAABrU/GdRB16X9b2A/s72-c/sol.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-7434956715371958728</id><published>2010-04-23T16:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:28:40.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vidas de barro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S9G5Ii8v3oI/AAAAAAAABqg/0NqhrAzUcD4/s1600/ver.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S9G6WUaG0oI/AAAAAAAABqo/qsirslqCaAQ/s1600/barro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S9G6WUaG0oI/AAAAAAAABqo/qsirslqCaAQ/s400/barro.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"A vida é um punhado de barro, que nos&amp;nbsp;é dado, para que possamos fazer dela uma obra de arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Podemos fazer desde uma simples caneca até um lindo alguidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Raros, muito raros são aqueles que fazem um lindo jarro ou uma escultura. Pela falta de criatividade e motivação fazem apenas um cinzeiro para ser depositado ali, cinzas, ou seja restos de alguma coisa que ao soprar do vento, logo vai embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A nós foi dado o desafio de mudar esta estatística e fazer do barro de nossas vidas uma linda obra de arte de cuidadoso e amoroso colecionador.&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/19252608-7434956715371958728?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/7434956715371958728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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center;"&gt;luz nos teus olhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;flores a teus pés...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho encontrado tanta alegria nas pequenas coisas que preechem a tranquilidade dos meus dias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A cortina esvoaçando com a brisa, a planta que cresce no beiral de uma janela, um botão de rosa numa jarra, um candeeiro ao lado de uma cadeira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E livros que há muito amo sempre a meu lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-1513894607530384924?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Os ventos que as vezes tiram algo que amamos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;são os mesmos que trazem algo que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;aprendemos a amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Por isso não devemos chorar pelo que nos foi tirado e sim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;aprender a amar o que nos foi dado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Pois tudo aquilo que é realmente nosso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;nunca se vai para sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Bob Marley)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"O silêncio tem sua própria música;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;é o silêncio que nos permite ver a nós mesmos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;e as coisas que nos cercam”.&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' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«Está alta no céu a lua e é Primavera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penso em ti e dentro de mim estou completo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corre pelos vagos campos até mim uma brisa ligeira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penso em ti, murmuro o teu nome; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não sou eu: sou feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanhã virás, andarás comigo a colher flores pelos campos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu andarei contigo pelos campos a ver-te colher flores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu já te vejo amanhã a colher flores comigo pelos campos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas quando vieres amanhã e andares comigo realmente a colher flores,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isso será uma alegria e uma novidade para mim.»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Alberto Caeiro )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-3110810176571669595?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/3110810176571669595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;É a vida que nos proporciona tudo de que necessitamos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Que nos mostra como devemos fazer e o que fazer para conseguir os nossos objetivos e nos tornarmos ainda melhores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Como mãe,&amp;nbsp; sinto-me orgulhosa por tu seres a&amp;nbsp;menina que és: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sincera; meiga; inteligente (por vezes bastante teimosinha :o))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É fascinante ver como o tempo passa rápido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ainda hoje, olho para ti e &amp;nbsp;vejo nos teus olhinhos a mesma alegria e esperteza que vi quando&amp;nbsp;nasceste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero que saibas que&amp;nbsp;independente de qualquer coisa continuaremos sempre ligadas pelos laços do amor e da família.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Conta sempre comigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;da tua Mãe um grande beijinho neste dia especial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S6O0uIInIMI/AAAAAAAABpQ/mV0-W7ex8Iw/s1600-h/010_1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S6O0uIInIMI/AAAAAAAABpQ/mV0-W7ex8Iw/s320/010_1.gif" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-9110173621468200177?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perguntaram ao rabino Ben Zoma:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Quem é sábio?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Aquele que encontra sempre algo a aprender com os outros”, disse o rabino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Quem é forte?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“O homem que é capaz de dominar a si mesmo”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Quem é rico?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“O que conhece o tesouro que tem: seus dias e suas horas de vida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que podem modificar tudo que acontece a sua volta”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Quem merece respeito?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Quem respeita a si mesmo e ao seu próximo”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Isto tudo são coisas óbvias”, comentou um dos presentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Por isso são tão difíceis de serem observadas”, concluiu o rabino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-5016448614983282102?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/5016448614983282102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=5016448614983282102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/5016448614983282102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/5016448614983282102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/03/quem-e.html' title='Quem é...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S6KBODSi2LI/AAAAAAAABpA/9atMqJ3AdcY/s72-c/caramelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-314028188634441813</id><published>2010-03-15T19:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:59:43.931Z</updated><title type='text'>CAMINHANDO ATÉ TI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S56MShsaRrI/AAAAAAAABoo/abDaSwZHj8s/s1600-h/uiqUBkarte01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S56MShsaRrI/AAAAAAAABoo/abDaSwZHj8s/s400/uiqUBkarte01.jpg" vt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu ando assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ando atrás de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acordo assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na estrada em que vou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a cada passo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sei saber melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que vejo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melhor não há&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do que a condição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De querer sonhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E esta paixão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu gosto e posso... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reparo sim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou a ser feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E vem a mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que eu sempre quis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Está muito bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andar por aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É tanto... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E amanhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só vai ser melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ficar também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só com o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu gosto e posso... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melhor não há&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que a condição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De querer sonhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E esta paixão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu gosto e posso... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou aqui onde eu sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sei como venho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E sempre vim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caminhando até ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chego sempre a fugir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheguei agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E vim aqui... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caminhando até ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caminhando até ti... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caminhando até ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caminhando até ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;(Maria Leon / Rui Veloso)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dizem ser o teu dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mulher…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que te maltratam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com palavras, que corroem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teu Ser, delicado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com actos agrestes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que mancham teu corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dizem ser o teu dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Homem... que sofres também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desses actos sem afecto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que maltratam, marcas deixam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em teu rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dizem ser o teu dia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Criança…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que gritas o teu lamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abafado, no choro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nesse pequeno rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde o medo já se vê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em dor…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em vão pedem ao &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vento, que espalhe por entre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Montes e vales…esse tormento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelo Mundo que a surdez o tolhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não só hoje, que dizem ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Teu dia…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O És todos os dias, nesse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exercício diário de viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esse lamento de dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que dilacera o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em registo na Alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No acto do Teu nascer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com elevação de pensamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rogo ao DIVINO…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por vós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(*©õllyß®y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-2342886334582047228?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/2342886334582047228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=2342886334582047228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2342886334582047228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Amor Da Mãe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S5VD8ZBrFgI/AAAAAAAABoI/pNMqEZx_dJw/s1600-h/para+ti.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S5VD8ZBrFgI/AAAAAAAABoI/pNMqEZx_dJw/s400/para+ti.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu e a mana são&amp;nbsp;o meu maior motivo de&amp;nbsp;querer viver e acreditar na vida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São o &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meu futuro sonhado e meu presente realizado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&amp;nbsp;alegria que sinto ao ver-te completar o teu 5º aniversário,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é de uma grandeza, que não consigo descrever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S5VLa6QyGII/AAAAAAAABoQ/CnYmoTex-bc/s1600-h/para-ti29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S5VLa6QyGII/AAAAAAAABoQ/CnYmoTex-bc/s320/para-ti29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo-te tudo de bom que a vida te possa oferecer e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um dia muito feliz na nossa companhia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da tua Mãe e amiga que te Ama Muito...&lt;/strong&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/19252608-3608093453591944999?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/3608093453591944999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=3608093453591944999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3608093453591944999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3608093453591944999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/03/parabens-amor-da-mae.html' title='PARABÉNS!!!  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center;"&gt;Mas as coisas findas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;muito mais que lindas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;essas ficarão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-3412474665406246003?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/3412474665406246003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=3412474665406246003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3412474665406246003'/><link rel='self' 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border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Amar-te é me perder sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Nos confins do pensamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Nesse horizonte lindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Navego ao sabor do vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Saboreio a brisa ardente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;De tua presença amada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Me entrego completamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Noite, dia e madrugada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Continuemos, amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Apaixonados, constantes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Amanhã mais que agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;E agora bem mais que antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Enlacemos nossas vidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Nossos corpos, corações,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Degustando eternamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Saborosas tentações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Oriza Martins)&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/19252608-1236098437394133527?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1236098437394133527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1236098437394133527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1236098437394133527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1236098437394133527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/03/amar-te.html' title='AMAR-TE...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S41CGeo3_fI/AAAAAAAABnw/k8B7VfZ5tgI/s72-c/casal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-2892168056735324312</id><published>2010-03-01T19:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:33:12.997Z</updated><title type='text'>HOJE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S4wWTeTJx9I/AAAAAAAABnQ/LIR9oBKdmS0/s1600-h/poema_flor.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S4wWTeTJx9I/AAAAAAAABnQ/LIR9oBKdmS0/s400/poema_flor.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-2892168056735324312?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/2892168056735324312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=2892168056735324312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2892168056735324312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2892168056735324312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/03/hoje.html' title='HOJE...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S4wWTeTJx9I/AAAAAAAABnQ/LIR9oBKdmS0/s72-c/poema_flor.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-2265918024418144102</id><published>2010-02-23T19:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:02:42.978Z</updated><title type='text'>Fúria da Natureza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S4QznuRXS9I/AAAAAAAABm4/IjcDcsnps_M/s1600-h/photo_1266691600491-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441531007299177426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S4QznuRXS9I/AAAAAAAABm4/IjcDcsnps_M/s400/photo_1266691600491-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O guerreiro da luz às vezes se comporta como água, e flui por entre os muitos obstáculos que encontra. Em certos momentos, resistir significa ser destruído; então, ele se adapta às circunstâncias. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aceita, sem reclamar, que as pedras do caminho tracem seu rumo através das montanhas.&lt;br /&gt;Nisto reside a força da água: ela jamais pode ser quebrada por um martelo, ou ferida por uma faca. A mais poderosa espada do mundo é incapaz de deixar uma cicatriz em sua superfície.&lt;br /&gt;A água de um rio adapta-se ao caminho que é possível, sem esquecer do seu objetivo: o mar. Frágil em sua nascente, aos poucos vai ganhando a força dos outros rios que encontra.&lt;br /&gt;E, a partir de determinado momento, seu poder é total."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Paulo Coelho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nesta altura os madeirenses são os "guerreiros" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e lutam com o poder da água e da Natureza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-2265918024418144102?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/2265918024418144102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=2265918024418144102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2265918024418144102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2265918024418144102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-guerreiro-da-luz-as-vezes-se-comporta.html' title='Fúria da Natureza...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S4QznuRXS9I/AAAAAAAABm4/IjcDcsnps_M/s72-c/photo_1266691600491-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-7139359611626162219</id><published>2010-02-17T15:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:55:54.398Z</updated><title type='text'>De Hoje Em Diante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S3wPDDj-A1I/AAAAAAAABmw/nN8vp9POKSs/s1600-h/pircher-pergola-fall-in-love-details.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439238995126911826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S3wPDDj-A1I/AAAAAAAABmw/nN8vp9POKSs/s400/pircher-pergola-fall-in-love-details.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já traçou, alguma vez, um plano de felicidade ainda que por apenas um dia?&lt;br /&gt;Pois uma pessoa enviou-me um plano que trará dias muito felizes para quem o seguir.&lt;br /&gt;Propôs o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;De hoje em diante, todos os dias, ao acordar, direi:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eu hoje vou ser feliz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vou lembrar de agradecer ao sol pelo seu calor e luminosidade. Sentirei que estou vivendo, respirando. Posso desfrutar de todos os recursos da natureza, gratuitamente.&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso comprar o canto dos pássaros, nem o murmúrio das ondas do mar. Lembrarei de observar a beleza das árvores, das flores, da relva, da natureza em geral.&lt;br /&gt;Vou sorrir mais, sempre que puder. Vou cultivar mais amizades e neutralizar as inimizades.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou julgar os atos dos meus semelhantes e vou aprimorar os meus.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrarei de ligar para alguém só para dizer que estou com saudades.&lt;br /&gt;Reservarei alguns minutos de silêncio para ter a oportunidade de ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou lamentar nem amargar as injustiças, mas vou pensar no que posso fazer para diminuir seus efeitos.&lt;br /&gt;Terei sempre em mente que o tempo passado não volta mais e vou aproveitar bem todos os minutos.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou sofrer por antecipação, prevendo futuros incertos, nem com atraso, lembrando de coisas sobre as quais não posso fazer nada.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou sofrer pelo que não tenho e que gostaria de ter, e buscarei ser feliz com o que possuo. E o maior bem que tenho é a própria vida.&lt;br /&gt;Vou lembrar de ler uma poesia, ouvir uma canção e dedicá-las a alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Vou fazer algo por alguma pessoa sem esperar nada em troca, apenas pelo prazer de vê-la sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Vou lembrar que existe alguém que me quer bem, e dedicar uns minutos para pensar em Deus, assim ele saberá que está sempre em meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Vou procurar transmitir um pouco de alegria aos outros, especialmente quando sentir que a tristeza e o desânimo querem se aproximar.&lt;br /&gt;E, quando a noite chegar, eu vou olhar para o céu, para as estrelas e para o luar e agradecer aos anjos e a Deus, porque hoje eu fui feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida esse é um roteiro traçado por alguém que deseja realmente conquistar a paz de consciência e, por conseqüência, a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;E nós podemos até dizer que tudo isso é muito difícil de alcançar, mas uma coisa é certa: é bem simples.&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que precisamos, é ter vontade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E para accionar a vontade, basta querer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Desconheço a autoria)&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/19252608-7139359611626162219?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/7139359611626162219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=7139359611626162219&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7139359611626162219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7139359611626162219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/02/de-hoje-em-diante.html' title='De Hoje Em Diante...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S3wPDDj-A1I/AAAAAAAABmw/nN8vp9POKSs/s72-c/pircher-pergola-fall-in-love-details.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-3571893827023318999</id><published>2010-02-15T09:51:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:21:17.354Z</updated><title type='text'>AMO-TE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S3kck0qyp5I/AAAAAAAABmo/8hMcLjSQC2Y/s1600-h/3734194_kO5y6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438409443965577106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S3kck0qyp5I/AAAAAAAABmo/8hMcLjSQC2Y/s400/3734194_kO5y6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S3kcagsMYHI/AAAAAAAABmg/eSZBtUdWYO8/s1600-h/dia.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Todas as histórias de amor têm muita coisa em comum. Eu também passei por isso, em algum momento da minha vida. Mas não me lembro. Lembro-me de que o amor tornou a voltar, sob a forma de um novo homem, de novas esperanças , de novos sonhos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Nas Margens do Rio Piedra Eu Sentei e Chorei)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O teu Amor devolveu-me os meus sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo-te, pelo que és... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo-te pelo que sou ao teu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo-te porque todo o Universo conspirou para que eu chegasse até Ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AMO-TE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-3571893827023318999?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/3571893827023318999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=3571893827023318999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3571893827023318999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3571893827023318999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/02/amo-te.html' title='AMO-TE!!'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S3kck0qyp5I/AAAAAAAABmo/8hMcLjSQC2Y/s72-c/3734194_kO5y6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-6815085180063461943</id><published>2010-02-10T14:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:17:39.778Z</updated><title type='text'>5 Diferentes Atitudes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S3K_w1BE79I/AAAAAAAABmI/t_ORgcOOMpE/s1600-h/estrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436618545775833042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S3K_w1BE79I/AAAAAAAABmI/t_ORgcOOMpE/s400/estrada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O texto a seguir é adaptado de uma história de Portia Nelson:&lt;br /&gt;1 – Eu caminho pela rua. Existe um buraco na calçada. Eu estou distraído, pensando em mim, e caio lá dentro. Me sinto perdido, infeliz, incapaz de pedir ajuda. Não foi minha culpa, mas de quem cavou aquele buraco ali. Eu me revolto, fico desesperado, sou uma vítima da irresponsabilidade dos outros, e passo muito tempo lá dentro.&lt;br /&gt;2 – Eu caminho pela rua. Existe um buraco na calçada. Eu finjo que não vejo, aquilo não é meu problema. Eu caio de novo lá dentro. Não posso acreditar que isto aconteceu mais uma vez, devia ter aprendido a lição, e mandado alguém fechar o buraco. Demoro muito tempo para sair dali.&lt;br /&gt;3 – Eu caminho pela rua. Existe um buraco na calçada. Eu o vejo. Eu sei que ele está ali, porque já caí duas vezes. Entretanto, sou uma pessoa acostumada a fazer sempre o mesmo trajeto. Por causa disso, caio uma terceira vez; é o hábito.&lt;br /&gt;4 – Eu caminho pela rua. Existe um buraco na calçada. Eu dou a volta em torno dele. Logo depois de passar, escuto alguém gritando – deve ter caído naquele buraco. A rua fica interditada, e eu não posso seguir adiante.&lt;br /&gt;5 – Eu caminho pela rua. Existe um buraco na calçada. Eu coloco tábuas em cima. Posso seguir meu caminho, e ninguém mais tornará a cair ali."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Paulo Coelho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-6815085180063461943?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/6815085180063461943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=6815085180063461943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/6815085180063461943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/6815085180063461943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-diferentes-atitudes.html' title='5 Diferentes Atitudes...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S3K_w1BE79I/AAAAAAAABmI/t_ORgcOOMpE/s72-c/estrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-7690849197767062219</id><published>2010-02-05T19:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T19:56:31.489Z</updated><title type='text'>SOBRE O CAMINHO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S2x31ne2EtI/AAAAAAAABl4/NBdeFNw2RrA/s1600-h/168972812RL975456405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434850613344473810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S2x31ne2EtI/AAAAAAAABl4/NBdeFNw2RrA/s400/168972812RL975456405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Às vezes entramos num caminho apenas porque não acreditamos nele.&lt;br /&gt;Então, é fácil: tudo o que temos de fazer é provar que ele não é o nosso caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, quando as coisas começam a acontecer e o caminho se revela para nós, temos medo de seguir adiante.&lt;br /&gt;O mestre disse que não entendia por que muitos preferem passar a vida inteira destruindo os caminhos que não desejam percorrer, ao invés de andar pelo único que as conduziria a algum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Quando começamos o caminho, sempre temos uma idéia mais ou menos definida do que pretendemos encontrar. As mulheres geralmente buscam a Outra Parte, os homens procuram o Poder. Tanto uns como outros não querem aprender: querem chegar até aquilo que estabeleceram como meta.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o caminho da magia – como, em geral, o caminho da vida – é e sempre será o caminho do Mistério.&lt;br /&gt;Aprender uma coisa significa entrar em contato com um mundo do qual não se tem a menor idéia. É preciso ser humilde para aprender."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Paulo Coelho )&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/19252608-7690849197767062219?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/7690849197767062219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=7690849197767062219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7690849197767062219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7690849197767062219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/02/sobre-o-caminho.html' title='SOBRE O CAMINHO...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S2x31ne2EtI/AAAAAAAABl4/NBdeFNw2RrA/s72-c/168972812RL975456405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-15852626486863990</id><published>2010-01-27T16:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:44:12.544Z</updated><title type='text'>PESSOAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S2Ho2mLausI/AAAAAAAABlw/KZfaPHKRqqk/s1600-h/amigos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431878650244545218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S2Ho2mLausI/AAAAAAAABlw/KZfaPHKRqqk/s400/amigos1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algumas pessoas querem ser belas para chamar atenção, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;outras inteligentes para serem admiradas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas há outras que procuram cultivar a alma e os sentimentos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;essas alcançam a admiração de todos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque além de belas e inteligentes tornam-se&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Pessoas.&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/19252608-15852626486863990?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/15852626486863990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=15852626486863990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/15852626486863990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/15852626486863990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/01/pessoas.html' title='PESSOAS...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S2Ho2mLausI/AAAAAAAABlw/KZfaPHKRqqk/s72-c/amigos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-8022813009789620738</id><published>2010-01-27T09:58:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:29:08.437Z</updated><title type='text'>SEMPRE, para SEMPRE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S2ARQkqFdzI/AAAAAAAABlo/kuY9wFiMlcQ/s1600-h/amor-corazon-745309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431360127024592690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S2ARQkqFdzI/AAAAAAAABlo/kuY9wFiMlcQ/s400/amor-corazon-745309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="centevalue="&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há amor amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor rebelde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor antigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor de pele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há amor tão longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor de olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor de amante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há amor de inverno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor de verão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor que rouba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como um ladrão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há amor passageiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor não amado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor que aparece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor descartado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há amor despido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor ausente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor de corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E sangue, bem quente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há amor adulto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor pensado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor sem insulto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas nunca, nunca tocado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há amor secreto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De cheiro intenso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor tão próximo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor de incenso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há amor que mata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor que mente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor que nada, mas nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te faz contente, me faz contente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há amor tão fraco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor não assumido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor de quarto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que faz sentido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há amor eterno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem nunca, talvez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor tão certo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que acaba de vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há amor de certezas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que não trará dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor que afinal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É amor, Sem amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O amor é tudo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo isto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E nada disto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para tanta gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É acabar de maneira igual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E recomeçar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um amor diferente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sempre, para sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para sempre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dona Maria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hAeiVae73GI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hAeiVae73GI&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/19252608-8022813009789620738?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S2ARQkqFdzI/AAAAAAAABlo/kuY9wFiMlcQ/s72-c/amor-corazon-745309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-2724768134501103964</id><published>2010-01-26T18:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:30:52.872Z</updated><title type='text'>Se eu me deitar aqui...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S18-nZTktAI/AAAAAAAABlY/SZ8q-WMLbW0/s1600-h/casal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431128522160911362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S18-nZTktAI/AAAAAAAABlY/SZ8q-WMLbW0/s400/casal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S181kaelo0I/AAAAAAAABlI/RyUGHAubqCg/s1600-h/724-my-love-i-miss-u.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu não sei direito&lt;br /&gt;Como dizer&lt;br /&gt;Como me sinto&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu sempre fui&lt;br /&gt;Está aqui em seus olhos perfeitos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eles são tudo o que eu consigo ver&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei onde&lt;br /&gt;também estou confusa sobre o "como"&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sei que estas coisas nunca mudarão para nós&lt;br /&gt;Se eu deitar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se eu apenas me deitar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Tu deitarias-te comigo e esquecerias o mundo? »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-2724768134501103964?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/2724768134501103964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=2724768134501103964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2724768134501103964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2724768134501103964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='Se eu me deitar aqui...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S18-nZTktAI/AAAAAAAABlY/SZ8q-WMLbW0/s72-c/casal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-7796386254588991792</id><published>2010-01-21T09:41:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:01:46.708Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu antes não sabia que sabia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S1ghsgdZvSI/AAAAAAAABk4/ztk0swncNys/s1600-h/up_close_and_bubbly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429126399306349858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S1ghsgdZvSI/AAAAAAAABk4/ztk0swncNys/s400/up_close_and_bubbly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S1ghWimkViI/AAAAAAAABkw/swIevm0PVPA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Às vezes tenho a impressão de que escrevo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;por simples curiosidade intensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;É que, ao escrever, eu me dou as mais inesperadas surpresas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;É na hora de escrever que muitas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;fico consciente de coisas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;das quais, sendo inconsciente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;eu antes não sabia que sabia." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/19252608-7796386254588991792?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/7796386254588991792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=7796386254588991792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7796386254588991792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7796386254588991792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu-antes-nao-sabia-que-sabia.html' title='Eu antes não sabia que sabia...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S1ghsgdZvSI/AAAAAAAABk4/ztk0swncNys/s72-c/up_close_and_bubbly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-6029091325658925400</id><published>2010-01-11T12:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:52:55.375Z</updated><title type='text'>Como eu te amo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S0sg1-_m8wI/AAAAAAAABko/WvgCOQaiQaI/s1600-h/500x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425466287912841986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S0sg1-_m8wI/AAAAAAAABko/WvgCOQaiQaI/s400/500x500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Nos momentos em que tudo parece desabar,&lt;br /&gt;conserva em ti a certeza de que&lt;br /&gt;sempre estarei dentro&lt;br /&gt;da tua alma,&lt;br /&gt;como uma suave brisa do teu mar,&lt;br /&gt;acariciando e dizendo&lt;br /&gt;que meu amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;jamais terá fim.&lt;br /&gt;Como eu te amo...&lt;br /&gt;Podes ter uma ideia do amor&lt;br /&gt;que sinto por ti?&lt;br /&gt;O amor é como a luz que sempre&lt;br /&gt;encontra caminhos para iluminar,&lt;br /&gt;sempre inventando maneiras novas&lt;br /&gt;para se manifestar.&lt;br /&gt;O amor que vive no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;chega ao teu peito&lt;br /&gt;em forma de paz,&lt;br /&gt;de carinho e de cuidado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fica bem, meu amor...»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-6029091325658925400?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/6029091325658925400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=6029091325658925400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/6029091325658925400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/6029091325658925400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/01/como-eu-te-amo.html' title='Como eu te amo...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S0sg1-_m8wI/AAAAAAAABko/WvgCOQaiQaI/s72-c/500x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-3571271814194398046</id><published>2010-01-09T18:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:09:04.089Z</updated><title type='text'>De repente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S0jS2WsNRaI/AAAAAAAABkY/XTJVTqPSLoc/s1600-h/ea5d85e1-5e4b-4f87-876e-cd2ef629e291_large-profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424817582413530530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S0jS2WsNRaI/AAAAAAAABkY/XTJVTqPSLoc/s400/ea5d85e1-5e4b-4f87-876e-cd2ef629e291_large-profile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" De repente do riso fez-se o pranto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silencioso e branco como a bruma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De repente da calma fez-se o vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que dos olhos desfez a última chama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E do momento imóvel fez o drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De repente, não mais que de repente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E de sozinho o que se fez contente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fez-se do amigo próximo o distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fez-se da vida uma aventura errante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De repente, não mais que de repente."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Vinícius de Morais)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S0jSB2lOg_I/AAAAAAAABkQ/8kTgNLkk8Fw/s1600-h/3330871182_0690ae80c32.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-3571271814194398046?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/3571271814194398046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=3571271814194398046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3571271814194398046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3571271814194398046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/01/de-repente.html' title='De repente...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S0jS2WsNRaI/AAAAAAAABkY/XTJVTqPSLoc/s72-c/ea5d85e1-5e4b-4f87-876e-cd2ef629e291_large-profile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-8098713905432567930</id><published>2010-01-08T18:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:46:10.121Z</updated><title type='text'>O Dia em que te esqueci...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S0d3Fe2n_CI/AAAAAAAABkA/RMTFyyeJc4M/s1600-h/Love-kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424435212256279586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S0d3Fe2n_CI/AAAAAAAABkA/RMTFyyeJc4M/s400/Love-kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; «Quando amamos alguém, não perdemos só a cabeça, perdemos também o nosso coração. Ele salta para fora do peito e depois, quando volta, já não é o mesmo, é outro, com cicatrizes novas. Às vezes volta maior, se o amor foi feliz, outras, regressa feito numa bola da de trapos, é preciso reconstruí-lo com paciência, dedicação e muito amor-próprio. E outras vezes não volta. Fica do outro lado da vida, na vida de quem não quis ficar do nosso lado.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(O dia em que te esqueci- Margarida Rebelo Pinto)&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/19252608-8098713905432567930?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/8098713905432567930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=8098713905432567930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8098713905432567930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8098713905432567930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-dia-em-que-te-esqueci.html' title='O Dia em que te esqueci...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S0d3Fe2n_CI/AAAAAAAABkA/RMTFyyeJc4M/s72-c/Love-kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-5582775243532513639</id><published>2010-01-06T14:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:19:32.887Z</updated><title type='text'>OBRIGADA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S0SbXu0tMiI/AAAAAAAABj4/hA4VH78G_jg/s1600-h/alone-lonely-heart-shape-31000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423630683269313058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S0SbXu0tMiI/AAAAAAAABj4/hA4VH78G_jg/s400/alone-lonely-heart-shape-31000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Gostaria de agradecer a Deus por todos os momentos maravilhosos que tenho tido em minha vida. Por todos os momentos felizes e porque não os tristes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Muitas coisas aprendi com eles, muitos valores guardei e muitas vitórias conquistei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O que seriam de nossos momentos felizes se não existissem os tristes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Eles simplesmente não teriam significado algum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Seriam como sol sem chuva, dia sem noite, calor sem frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Alegria sem dor? Uma jamais teria sentido sem a outra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Os momentos de dor servem para reconhecermos nossos momentos alegres, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;nossas vitórias e conquistas e principalmente para agradecermos a Deus por eles.&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/19252608-5582775243532513639?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/5582775243532513639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=5582775243532513639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/5582775243532513639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/5582775243532513639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/01/obrigada.html' title='OBRIGADA...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S0SbXu0tMiI/AAAAAAAABj4/hA4VH78G_jg/s72-c/alone-lonely-heart-shape-31000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-7929729442264986007</id><published>2010-01-05T12:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:10:04.549Z</updated><title type='text'>VALE A PENA PENSAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S0M5okBR4rI/AAAAAAAABjw/LSGCtCp4NlM/s1600-h/vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423241745310802610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S0M5okBR4rI/AAAAAAAABjw/LSGCtCp4NlM/s400/vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&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:180%;"&gt;Pensamentos de Confúcio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Aprende a viver bem, e bem saberás morrer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Quem não sabe o que é a vida, como poderá saber o que é a morte?&lt;br /&gt;-Qual seria a sua idade se você não soubesse quantos anos você tem?&lt;br /&gt;-Não importa o quanto você vá devagar desde que não pare.&lt;br /&gt;-Escolhe um trabalho de que gostes, e não terás que trabalhar nem um dia na tua vida.&lt;br /&gt;-O que você não quer para você mesmo, não faça aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;-Ultrapassar os limites não é um erro menor do que ficar aquém deles.&lt;br /&gt;-Se queres prever o futuro, estuda o passado.&lt;br /&gt;-Transportai um punhado de terra todos os dias, e fareis uma montanha.&lt;br /&gt;-Não corrigir nossas faltas é o mesmo que cometer novos erros.&lt;br /&gt;-Coloque a lealdade e a confiança acima de qualquer coisa; não te alies aos moralmente inferiores; não receies corrigir teus erros.&lt;br /&gt;-As naturezas dos homens são parecidas; são os seus hábitos que os afastam uns dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;-O sábio envergonha-se dos seus defeitos, mas não se envergonha de os corrigir.&lt;br /&gt;-Quando vires um homem bom, tenta imitá-lo; quando vires um homem mau, examina-te a ti mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;-A preguiça caminha tão devagar, que a pobreza não tem dificuldade em a alcançar.&lt;br /&gt;-O homem superior atribui a culpa a si próprio; o homem comum aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;-A virtude está no meio. Quem o ultrapassa não logra mais que os infelizes privados de alcançá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;-O mestre disse: Quem se modera, raramente se perde.&lt;br /&gt;-Saber o que é correcto e não o fazer é falta de coragem.&lt;br /&gt;-Se não sabes, aprende; se já sabes, ensina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-7929729442264986007?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/7929729442264986007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=7929729442264986007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7929729442264986007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7929729442264986007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2010/01/vale-pena-pensar.html' title='VALE A PENA PENSAR...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/S0M5okBR4rI/AAAAAAAABjw/LSGCtCp4NlM/s72-c/vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-3269056027297706196</id><published>2009-12-25T09:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:27:00.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Boas Festas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SzXTlCm7UiI/AAAAAAAABjg/IdjZZmbFi8I/s1600-h/2166281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419470359919022626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SzXTlCm7UiI/AAAAAAAABjg/IdjZZmbFi8I/s400/2166281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anoiteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O sino gemeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A gente ficou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feliz a rezar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Papai Noel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vê se você tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pra você me dar&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei que todo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fosse filho de Papai Noel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bem assim, felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu pensei que fosse uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;brincadeira de papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já faz tempo que pedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas o meu Papai Noel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não vem&lt;br /&gt;com certeza já morreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ou, então felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É brinquedo que não tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Simone) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que neste Natal  O encontres não só na alegria que sente ao sair das lojas com presentes para as pessoas que amas, mas também no rosto triste da criança abandonada nas ruas, a qual muitas vezes tu passas apressadamente. Que encontres o que procuras no momento em que segurar as mãozinhas delicadas do seu filho/a ou de uma criança...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiquem Bem!!&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/19252608-3269056027297706196?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/3269056027297706196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=3269056027297706196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3269056027297706196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3269056027297706196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/12/boas-festas.html' title='Boas Festas...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SzXTlCm7UiI/AAAAAAAABjg/IdjZZmbFi8I/s72-c/2166281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-8616412483285103811</id><published>2009-12-02T19:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:26:43.700Z</updated><title type='text'>Há Amores Assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/Sxa_Sak3akI/AAAAAAAABjQ/Z0z9xWFHd8Q/s1600-h/EDITADA11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410722325424728642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/Sxa_Sak3akI/AAAAAAAABjQ/Z0z9xWFHd8Q/s400/EDITADA11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há amores assim&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca têm início&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos têm fim&lt;br /&gt;Na esquina de uma rua&lt;br /&gt;Ou num banco de jardim&lt;br /&gt;Quando menos esperamos&lt;br /&gt;Há amores assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não demores tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto espero o céu azul&lt;br /&gt;Cai a chuva sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo com mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Se és direito ou o avesso&lt;br /&gt;Se tu fores o meu final&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei o teu começo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando te encontrar sei que tudo se iluminará&lt;br /&gt;Reconhecerei em ti meu amor, a minha eternidade&lt;br /&gt;É que na verdade a saudade já me invade&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo antes de te alcançar&lt;br /&gt;É a sede que me mata&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir o rio abraçar o mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t’aime je t'adore&lt;br /&gt;Um amor nunca se escolhe&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que vais reparar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Yo te quiero tanto&lt;br /&gt;E converso com o meu santo&lt;br /&gt;Eu rezo e até peço em latim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem lágrima caída&lt;br /&gt;Sou dona da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada mais nada&lt;br /&gt;De bem com a vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-8616412483285103811?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/8616412483285103811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=8616412483285103811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8616412483285103811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8616412483285103811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/12/ha-amores-assim.html' title='Há Amores Assim...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/Sxa_Sak3akI/AAAAAAAABjQ/Z0z9xWFHd8Q/s72-c/EDITADA11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-8488572472267334256</id><published>2009-11-16T17:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:11:25.084Z</updated><title type='text'>PROCURE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SwGGpze1kSI/AAAAAAAABjI/zJ2GRZv4fK8/s1600/Sanderson_500x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404749080573612322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SwGGpze1kSI/AAAAAAAABjI/zJ2GRZv4fK8/s400/Sanderson_500x500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Procure os seus caminhos, mas não magoe ninguém nessa procura. Arrependa-se, volte atrás, peça perdão! Não se acostume com o que não o faz feliz. Revolte-se quando julgar necessário. Alague seu coração de esperanças, mas não deixe que ele se afogue nelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se achar que precisa voltar, volte!&lt;br /&gt;Se perceber que precisa seguir, siga!&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver tudo errado, comece novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver tudo certo, continue.&lt;br /&gt;Se sentir saudades, mate-a.&lt;br /&gt;Se perder um amor, não se perca!&lt;br /&gt;Se o achar, segure-o! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Arnaldo Jabour) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-8488572472267334256?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/8488572472267334256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=8488572472267334256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8488572472267334256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8488572472267334256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/11/procure.html' title='PROCURE...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SwGGpze1kSI/AAAAAAAABjI/zJ2GRZv4fK8/s72-c/Sanderson_500x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-7680940877007532442</id><published>2009-11-09T17:50:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:01:10.551Z</updated><title type='text'>SONHE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SvhXzJ2eVOI/AAAAAAAABi4/t5LFH6Vcz5E/s1600-h/tinder_500x375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402164289360254178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SvhXzJ2eVOI/AAAAAAAABi4/t5LFH6Vcz5E/s400/tinder_500x375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um dia uma criança chegou diante de um pensador e perguntou-lhe: Que tamanho tem o universo?&lt;br /&gt;Acariciando a cabeça da criança, ele olhou para o infinito e respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;O universo tem o tamanho do seu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Perturbada, ela novamente indagou: Que tamanho tem meu mundo?.&lt;br /&gt;O pensador respondeu: Tem o tamanho dos seus sonhos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se seus sonhos são pequenos, sua visão será pequena, suas metas serão limitadas, seus alvos serão diminutos, sua estrada será estreita, sua capacidade de suportar as tormentas será frágil.&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos regam a existência com sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Se seus sonhos são frágeis, sua comida não terá sabor, suas primaveras não terão flores, suas manhãs não terão orvalho, sua emoção não terá romances.&lt;br /&gt;A presença dos sonhos transforma os miseráveis em reis, faz dos idosos, jovens, e a ausência deles transforma milionários em mendigos faz dos jovens idosos.&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos trazem saúde para a emoção, equipam o frágil para ser autor da sua história, fazem os tímidos terem golpes de ousadia e os derrotados serem construtores de oportunidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Augusto Cury) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-7680940877007532442?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/7680940877007532442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=7680940877007532442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7680940877007532442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7680940877007532442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonhe.html' title='SONHE!!'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SvhXzJ2eVOI/AAAAAAAABi4/t5LFH6Vcz5E/s72-c/tinder_500x375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-4273689370439440979</id><published>2009-11-04T13:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:57:38.125Z</updated><title type='text'>O AMOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SvGGGLopKGI/AAAAAAAABig/V1AOWNy_TlA/s1600-h/3753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400244868954531938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SvGGGLopKGI/AAAAAAAABig/V1AOWNy_TlA/s400/3753.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SvGEAMJGf6I/AAAAAAAABiY/6fJPYfYOIZ4/s1600-h/20060111082111-cuore4tj.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O amor que dedicamos a alguém jamais é em vão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mesmo que este alguém não nos ame, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sempre existe alguém que nos ama na mesma proporção do nosso amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para sermos amados precisamos saber amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saber amar é saber ser amado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O amor não é somente uma palavra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;também não é um simples sentimento e nem é qualquer sentimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que nos cause dúvida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;porque quando amamos, temos que ter certeza e não dúvidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nem sempre se sabe o que é amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas nem por isso não se sabe que se está amando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O amor abrange tudo e todos e não é parcial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos somos amados, por alguém, sempre! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O amor é uma luz que não escurece a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ninguém é pobre quando ama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-4273689370439440979?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/4273689370439440979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=4273689370439440979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/4273689370439440979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/4273689370439440979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-amor.html' title='O AMOR...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SvGGGLopKGI/AAAAAAAABig/V1AOWNy_TlA/s72-c/3753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-2921740465626368948</id><published>2009-10-29T16:24:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:09:48.154Z</updated><title type='text'>LUZ DO AMOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SunLt0WlWKI/AAAAAAAABiQ/jMAvvmypYmQ/s1600-h/22.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SunKdqeKr4I/AAAAAAAABiI/ybttp45qx24/s1600-h/000.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398068239346085762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SunKdqeKr4I/AAAAAAAABiI/ybttp45qx24/s400/000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Se a luz é o primeiro amor da vida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não será o amor a luz da vida?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;O amor é a única paixão que não admite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; nem passado nem futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poetas são todos aqueles que amam e sentem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as grandes verdades &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; as dizem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e a verdade das verdades é o amor."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pierre Bayle) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 40px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398069616388167842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SunLt0WlWKI/AAAAAAAABiQ/jMAvvmypYmQ/s400/22.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-2921740465626368948?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/2921740465626368948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=2921740465626368948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2921740465626368948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2921740465626368948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/10/luz-do-amor.html' title='LUZ DO AMOR...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SunKdqeKr4I/AAAAAAAABiI/ybttp45qx24/s72-c/000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-1088341568348656314</id><published>2009-10-23T13:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:35:33.574+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não te vás...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SuGhvGUlXKI/AAAAAAAABhY/a9KbNmWcdZg/s1600-h/Partida_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395771659089435810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SuGhvGUlXKI/AAAAAAAABhY/a9KbNmWcdZg/s400/Partida_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Não estejas longe de mim um só dia,&lt;br /&gt;Porque como,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque, não sei dizê-lo, é comprido o dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E te estarei esperando como nas estações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando em alguma parte dormitaram os trens.&lt;br /&gt;Não te vás por uma hora porque então&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nessa hora se juntam as gotas do desvelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E talvez toda a fumaça que anda buscando casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venha matar ainda meu coração perdido.&lt;br /&gt;Ai que não se quebrante tua silhueta na areia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ai que não voem tuas pálpebras na ausência;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não te vás por um minuto, bem-amada(o),&lt;br /&gt;Porque nesse minuro terás ido tão longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que eu cruzarei toda a terra perguntando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se voltarás ou se me deixarás morrendo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-1088341568348656314?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1088341568348656314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1088341568348656314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1088341568348656314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1088341568348656314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-estejas-longe-de-mim-um-so-dia.html' title='Não te vás...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SuGhvGUlXKI/AAAAAAAABhY/a9KbNmWcdZg/s72-c/Partida_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-7710533611960100403</id><published>2009-10-22T21:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:41:27.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por favor não abandone os seus animais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFA7rRhxxXk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFA7rRhxxXk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos os animais abandonados... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-7710533611960100403?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/7710533611960100403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=7710533611960100403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7710533611960100403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7710533611960100403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/10/se-fosses-tu.html' title='Por favor não abandone os seus animais...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-2898698056599241846</id><published>2009-10-20T10:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:23:14.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre o Amor e o Desejo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/St2AoPgjaJI/AAAAAAAABhQ/-mdWJO72_hQ/s1600-h/untitlednl9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394609357505915026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/St2AoPgjaJI/AAAAAAAABhQ/-mdWJO72_hQ/s400/untitlednl9.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Eu e você frente a frente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o medo e o desejo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É desconfiança e a esperança;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o grito e o silencio;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o gelo derretendo a mão no fogo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu e você frente a frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É ter sempre que me confrontar;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Encarar meus erros e as minhas razões...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As minhas verdades e as minhas ilusões;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu poder e a minha impotência;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A minha liberdade e os meus limites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando eu estou na sua frente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sinto toda a minha dor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas só na sua frente eu posso sentir todo o meu amor..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(FÁBIO  JUNIOR)&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/19252608-2898698056599241846?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/2898698056599241846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=2898698056599241846&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2898698056599241846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2898698056599241846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/10/entre-o-amor-e-o-desejo.html' title='Entre o Amor e o Desejo...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/St2AoPgjaJI/AAAAAAAABhQ/-mdWJO72_hQ/s72-c/untitlednl9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-6818323743015617025</id><published>2009-10-14T13:14:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:12:01.264+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/StXDhCsBqGI/AAAAAAAABhI/h7Zhb5W0BnQ/s1600-h/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392431101270665314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/StXDhCsBqGI/AAAAAAAABhI/h7Zhb5W0BnQ/s400/coracao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/StXA9RYlepI/AAAAAAAABg4/_vJIEDjymMg/s1600-h/8c98c250744499.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se tudo for feito com Amor e ingenuidade;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se todos se amarem mutuamente;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se a felicidade for uma Eternidade;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se a tristeza for mera passagem;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se a amizade for sincera e de Verdade;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se a vida for um Dar acima de receber;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então descobriremos que foi em cada uma desses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;momentos que nosso coração bateu mais forte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e que agimos pura e simplesmente como seres&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Humanos!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19252608-6818323743015617025?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/6818323743015617025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=6818323743015617025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/6818323743015617025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/6818323743015617025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/10/se-tudo-for-feito-com-amor-e.html' title='Se...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/StXDhCsBqGI/AAAAAAAABhI/h7Zhb5W0BnQ/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-7670333623558831187</id><published>2009-10-13T08:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T09:09:29.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/StQzOpGMC8I/AAAAAAAABgw/BV-8MTYJ6KA/s1600-h/x1pn1mp8dkygtegatdvmwo2js5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391990980512320450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/StQzOpGMC8I/AAAAAAAABgw/BV-8MTYJ6KA/s400/x1pn1mp8dkygtegatdvmwo2js5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/StQzHs-loqI/AAAAAAAABgo/5lL7MLdf9mg/s1600-h/fff.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo Sonho é que vamos,&lt;br /&gt;comovidos e mudos.&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos? Não chegamos?&lt;br /&gt;Haja ou não haja frutos,&lt;br /&gt;pelo sonho é que vamos.&lt;br /&gt;Basta a fé no que temos,&lt;br /&gt;Basta a esperança naquilo&lt;br /&gt;que talvez não teremos.&lt;br /&gt;Basta que a alma demos,&lt;br /&gt;com a mesma alegria,&lt;br /&gt;ao que desconhecemos&lt;br /&gt;e do que é do dia-a-dia.&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos? Não chegamos?&lt;br /&gt;- Partimos. Vamos. Somos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in "Pelo Sonho é que Vamos", Sebastião da Gama&lt;br /&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/19252608-7670333623558831187?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/7670333623558831187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=7670333623558831187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7670333623558831187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7670333623558831187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/10/sonho.html' title='SONHO...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/StQzOpGMC8I/AAAAAAAABgw/BV-8MTYJ6KA/s72-c/x1pn1mp8dkygtegatdvmwo2js5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-2163957682592656156</id><published>2009-10-12T16:20:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:01:39.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O DESAFIO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/StNJmBCAxvI/AAAAAAAABgg/XKoT5IDVPxQ/s1600-h/x1pcjqddvowrkdkq4auiu2ydwqisct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391734096353347314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/StNJmBCAxvI/AAAAAAAABgg/XKoT5IDVPxQ/s400/x1pcjqddvowrkdkq4auiu2ydwqisct.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O que ama quer a felicidade do outro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso se preocupa com o outro e &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não com o seu próprio bem estar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O outro transforma-se no objecto dos pensamentos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sentimentos e desejos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; da sua esperança e dos seus anseios. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não só vive com ele mas também para ele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quer que o outro possa apoiar-se em si, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fazer-lhe um bem."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Jutta Burggraf, in O desafio do amor humano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-2163957682592656156?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/2163957682592656156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=2163957682592656156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2163957682592656156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/2163957682592656156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-desafio.html' title='O DESAFIO...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/StNJmBCAxvI/AAAAAAAABgg/XKoT5IDVPxQ/s72-c/x1pcjqddvowrkdkq4auiu2ydwqisct.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-1237462778187265813</id><published>2009-09-25T18:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:30:22.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AMA e faz o que quiseres...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/Srz9zrkXmoI/AAAAAAAABgY/tJtNd3kiQ5w/s1600-h/61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385458318738692738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/Srz9zrkXmoI/AAAAAAAABgY/tJtNd3kiQ5w/s400/61.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Ama e faz o que quiseres.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Se calares, calarás com amor; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se gritares, gritarás com amor; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se corrigires, corrigirás com amor; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se perdoares, perdoarás com amor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se tiveres o amor enraizado em ti,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; nenhuma coisa senão o amor serão os teus frutos."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Santo Agostinho)&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/19252608-1237462778187265813?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1237462778187265813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1237462778187265813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1237462778187265813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1237462778187265813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/09/ama-e-faz-o-que-quiseres.html' title='AMA e faz o que quiseres...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/Srz9zrkXmoI/AAAAAAAABgY/tJtNd3kiQ5w/s72-c/61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-7016117764553937493</id><published>2009-08-19T18:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:54:48.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario Quintana e o casamento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/Sow7piT1ebI/AAAAAAAABgQ/AJGHDdBuMZ4/s1600-h/amor-recados-para-orkut45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 363px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371734040316836274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/Sow7piT1ebI/AAAAAAAABgQ/AJGHDdBuMZ4/s400/amor-recados-para-orkut45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Escrevi um texto em que afirmava que achava bonito o ritual do casamento na igreja, com seus vestidos brancos e tapetes vermelhos, mas que a única coisa que me desagradava era o sermão do padre: "Promete ser fiel na alegria e na tristeza, na saúde e na doença, amando-o(a) e respeitando(a) até que a morte vos separe?" Acho simplista e um pouco fora da realidade. Dou aqui novas sugestões de sermões:&lt;br /&gt;Prometes não deixar que a paixão faça de ti uma pessoa controladora, e sim respeitar a individualidade do teu amado, lembrando-te sempre de que ele não te pertence e que está ao teu lado por livre e espontânea vontade?&lt;br /&gt;Prometes saber ser amiga(o) e ser amante, sabendo exactamente quando devem entrar em cena uma e outra, sem que isso te transforme numa pessoa de dupla identidade ou numa pessoa menos romântica?&lt;br /&gt;Prometes fazer da passagem dos anos uma via de amadurecimento e não uma via de cobranças por sonhos idealizados que não se chegaram a concretizar?&lt;br /&gt;Prometes sentir o prazer de estar com a pessoa que escolheste e ser feliz ao lado dela pelo simples facto de ser a pessoa que melhor te conhece e, portanto, a mais bem preparada para te ajudar, assim como tu a ela?&lt;br /&gt;Prometes que te deixas conhecer?&lt;br /&gt;Prometes ser uma pessoa gentil, carinhosa e educada e não usar a rotina como desculpa para a falta de sentido de humor?&lt;br /&gt;Prometes que farás sexo sem pudores, que farás filhos por amor e por vontade, e não porque é o que esperam de ti, e que os educarás para serem independentes e bem-informados sobre a realidade que os aguarda?&lt;br /&gt;Prometes que não dirás mal da pessoa com quem casaste só para fazer os outros rir?&lt;br /&gt;Prometes que a palavra liberdade continuará a ter a mesma importância que sempre teve na sua vida, que saberás responsabilizar-te por ti mesmo sem ficares escravizado pelo outro e que saberás lidar com a tua própria solidão, que casamento algum elimina?&lt;br /&gt;Prometes que serás igual àquilo que eras minutos antes de entrar na igreja?&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, declaro-os muito mais do que marido e mulher: declaro-os maduros."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In, Faça a sua vida resultar, Lauro Trevisan&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/19252608-7016117764553937493?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/7016117764553937493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=7016117764553937493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7016117764553937493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7016117764553937493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/08/mario-quintana-e-o-casamento.html' title='Mario Quintana e o casamento...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/Sow7piT1ebI/AAAAAAAABgQ/AJGHDdBuMZ4/s72-c/amor-recados-para-orkut45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-6214457114730423870</id><published>2009-07-21T12:51:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:41:37.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não se esqueça de Mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SmiEASIQGyI/AAAAAAAABf8/IFQ2w2xH4HI/s1600-h/498486162_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361680496785890082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SmiEASIQGyI/AAAAAAAABf8/IFQ2w2xH4HI/s400/498486162_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;_"...Onde você estiver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não se equeça de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com quem você estiver não se esqueça de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero apenas estar no seu pensamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por um momento pensar que você pensa em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde você estiver, não se esqueça de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo que exista outro amor que te faça feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se resta, em sua lembrança, um pouco do muito que eu te quis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde você estiver, não se esqueça de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero apenas estar no seu pensamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por um momento pensar que você pensa em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde você estiver, não se esqueça de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando você se lembrar não se esqueça que eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu não consigo apagar você da minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde você estiver não se esqueça de mim..."&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/19252608-6214457114730423870?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/6214457114730423870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=6214457114730423870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/6214457114730423870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/6214457114730423870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-se-esqueca-de-mim.html' title='Não se esqueça de Mim...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SmiEASIQGyI/AAAAAAAABf8/IFQ2w2xH4HI/s72-c/498486162_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-4844198364628012295</id><published>2009-07-09T08:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:02:34.474+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DESCOBRE-ME...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SlWie6ETsZI/AAAAAAAABfk/L1jVE3Z5FbY/s1600-h/se039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356365983694172562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SlWie6ETsZI/AAAAAAAABfk/L1jVE3Z5FbY/s400/se039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Quando pensares em desistir ou desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Levanta a cabeça, acredita, tu consegues vencer&lt;br /&gt;Quando o sol se for e a lua começar a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Vem para a janela, ouve-me a cantar&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes já me vi perdido, com medo de me deitar&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que amanha, já não consigo acordar&lt;br /&gt;Fechar os olhos e ver que tudo está parado&lt;br /&gt;Chorar por aqueles que me têm magoado&lt;br /&gt;Queria-te contar uma história, mas não estás para ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Queria dizer o quanto te adoro, mas acabaste por desistir&lt;br /&gt;Saber que te afastaste, com medo de arriscar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que já não sentes, ou que me estás a enganar&lt;br /&gt;Não te dei atenção, perdi tempo com coisas fúteis&lt;br /&gt;O céu quer cair-me em cima, eu tenho de te pedir desculpas&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um jogo, arrisquei, mas perdi&lt;br /&gt;Se não sorrires para a vida ela não sorri para ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viaja no meu íntimo, descobre quem sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um ponto de abrigo, eu dou-te o que é meu&lt;br /&gt;Fecha os olhos, foge dos teus medos&lt;br /&gt;Viaja no meu íntimo, descobre quem sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um ponto de abrigo, eu dou-te o que é meu&lt;br /&gt;E acredita que para mim não precisas de ter segredos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risquei a frase que fiz, que escrevia o meu futuro&lt;br /&gt;Meto as mãos no fogo pelo destino, espero que não seja duro&lt;br /&gt;No meu caderno encontras a história da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;E no meu passado, encontras histórias que eu escondia&lt;br /&gt;Tardes passadas com a alma que só eu a via&lt;br /&gt;Letras de músicas que escrevia e reflectia&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pedi muito, mas nem o pouco me deram&lt;br /&gt;No caminho da vida vocês por mim não esperam&lt;br /&gt;E é isso que me revolta, que me toca e que me choca&lt;br /&gt;O interesse de quem fala e que para mim não volta&lt;br /&gt;Sou a tua voz, que há muito tempo ficou presa&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-a ir embora, porque sei que ela regressa&lt;br /&gt;Os medos que eu tenho, estão aqui revelados&lt;br /&gt;Todos os pensamentos, voltam a ser repensados&lt;br /&gt;O momento em que tento que me perdoem pelo que não fiz&lt;br /&gt;Não apareceu, não apareceu porque eu não quis&lt;br /&gt;Viajo no mundo, vou voando em ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Estou sem respostas, mas eu tenho cem questões&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda-me, livra-me, de todos estes pesos&lt;br /&gt;E quando eles saírem juro que te conto os meus segredos "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra: Rúben Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;Música: Pedro Madeira&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/19252608-4844198364628012295?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/4844198364628012295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=4844198364628012295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/4844198364628012295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/4844198364628012295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/07/descobre-me.html' title='DESCOBRE-ME...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SlWie6ETsZI/AAAAAAAABfk/L1jVE3Z5FbY/s72-c/se039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-216239685323788155</id><published>2009-06-23T17:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:01:46.988+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Longe de Ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SkEKUK9f99I/AAAAAAAABfc/SP4miJFAJgo/s1600-h/im_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350569173948823506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SkEKUK9f99I/AAAAAAAABfc/SP4miJFAJgo/s400/im_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Longe de ti, tudo parou, tudo morreu&lt;br /&gt;e eu num lugar sem vida,&lt;br /&gt;perdida no mundo ,&lt;br /&gt;só me resta chorar eternamente a tua ausência.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe com minhas lágrimas possa um dia&lt;br /&gt;se tornar um rio e ali na minha imaginação&lt;br /&gt;poderei ver o teu reflexo?&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez no leito deste rio&lt;br /&gt;descançarei eternamente,&lt;br /&gt;onde as águas me levarão a um lugar distante&lt;br /&gt;e no sono profundo poderei um dia&lt;br /&gt;me encontrar aos teus braços outra vez…"&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/19252608-216239685323788155?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/216239685323788155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=216239685323788155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/216239685323788155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/216239685323788155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/06/longe-de-ti.html' title='Longe de Ti...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SkEKUK9f99I/AAAAAAAABfc/SP4miJFAJgo/s72-c/im_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-3293801012017210820</id><published>2009-06-12T10:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:52:17.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem me dera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SjIkwZaKnKI/AAAAAAAABfM/_okirB7L95o/s1600-h/f_heartIIbycam_6ac827a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346376121515154594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SjIkwZaKnKI/AAAAAAAABfM/_okirB7L95o/s400/f_heartIIbycam_6ac827a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Quem me dera adormecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Em frente do teu sono, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem me dera bater a porta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como se estivesses sempre do lado de dentro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem me dera ter a chave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Sob o terceiro vaso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E ler os teus papeis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com recados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; A contar no sentido de quem entra. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vitor Cohen&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/19252608-3293801012017210820?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/3293801012017210820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=3293801012017210820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3293801012017210820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/3293801012017210820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/06/quem-me-dera.html' title='Quem me dera...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SjIkwZaKnKI/AAAAAAAABfM/_okirB7L95o/s72-c/f_heartIIbycam_6ac827a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-8466217614465043984</id><published>2009-05-27T09:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:05:07.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Plenitude...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o8JXQxelQrg/SNrItslvUqI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mErcmCqFB70/s400/i-wish-you-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o8JXQxelQrg/SNrItslvUqI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mErcmCqFB70/s400/i-wish-you-love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portaldopoeta.blogger.com.br/amor.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...nas pedras, nas árvores e nos céus há uma plenitude para a humanidade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; um contentamento sem o qual vida alguma se contenta &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou sossega no sentido mais profundo."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bob Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19252608-8466217614465043984?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/8466217614465043984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=8466217614465043984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8466217614465043984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8466217614465043984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/05/plenitude.html' title='Plenitude...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o8JXQxelQrg/SNrItslvUqI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mErcmCqFB70/s72-c/i-wish-you-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-1090464059739101056</id><published>2009-04-27T17:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:52:49.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beleza Rara...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SfXiWeCzj_I/AAAAAAAABe8/8WW1JF-CMYA/s1600-h/606332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329414609712680946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SfXiWeCzj_I/AAAAAAAABe8/8WW1JF-CMYA/s400/606332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Precisaremos nós de qualquer esforço para ver a beleza de um céu azul? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será preciso praticar para sermos capazes de o fazer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, basta-nos apreciá-lo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada segundo, cada minuto da nossa vida, pode ser assim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estejamos onde estivermos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;em qualquer altura, temos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;capacidade de gozar a luz do Sol, a presença uns dos outros,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo a sensação de respirar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é preciso ir à China para ver o azul do céu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é preciso viajar no futuro para respirar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podemos tocar tudo isso agora."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Thich Nhat Hanh)&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/19252608-1090464059739101056?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1090464059739101056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1090464059739101056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1090464059739101056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1090464059739101056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/04/beleza-rara.html' title='Beleza Rara...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SfXiWeCzj_I/AAAAAAAABe8/8WW1JF-CMYA/s72-c/606332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-1756784298771180694</id><published>2009-04-25T20:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:04:38.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada lhe Posso Dar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SfNsH-dZ1pI/AAAAAAAABe0/Koh0L_UEheQ/s1600-h/sozinha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328721668390639250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SfNsH-dZ1pI/AAAAAAAABe0/Koh0L_UEheQ/s400/sozinha1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Nada lhe posso dar que já não exista em você mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não posso abrir-lhe outro mundo de imagens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;além daquele que há em sua própria alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nada lhe posso dar a não ser a oportunidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o impulso, a chave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu o ajudarei a tornar visível o seu próprio mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e isso é tudo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hermann Hesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-1756784298771180694?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1756784298771180694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1756784298771180694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1756784298771180694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1756784298771180694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/04/nada-lhe-posso-dar.html' title='Nada lhe Posso Dar...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SfNsH-dZ1pI/AAAAAAAABe0/Koh0L_UEheQ/s72-c/sozinha1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-6887521815160074060</id><published>2009-04-23T17:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:07:50.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SfCRU94llUI/AAAAAAAABek/4psAntCbruU/s1600-h/Saudades____by_xlovesuicidex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327918148574614850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SfCRU94llUI/AAAAAAAABek/4psAntCbruU/s400/Saudades____by_xlovesuicidex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Venho te falar de um sentimento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algo que só existe em português&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada dia que passa é mais profundo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passas a dar valor ao que não vês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade, do teu jeito do teu cheiro, do teu sabor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade, vai embora o que é feito, o meu amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade, do teu jeito do teu cheiro, do teu sabor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade, vai embora o que é feito, o meu amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece que perdi noção do tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As horas passam devagar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tanto ficou por te dizer, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o receio de te perder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...De onde quer que venhas, para onde quer que vás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tão certo com o ar que respiro comigo sempre estarás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;És pirata do bem, tens a força de um tornado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tem vez que não me sinta bem do teu lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazes-me feliz…no meu coração terás sempre um lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conto contigo, comigo poderás sempre contar..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Angélico)&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/19252608-6887521815160074060?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/6887521815160074060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=6887521815160074060&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/6887521815160074060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/6887521815160074060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/04/saudades.html' title='Saudades...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SfCRU94llUI/AAAAAAAABek/4psAntCbruU/s72-c/Saudades____by_xlovesuicidex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-1139531831500518340</id><published>2009-04-19T19:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:00:51.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA FORÇA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/Setzij7a92I/AAAAAAAABec/DMbSagowVNs/s1600-h/28983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326478021892962146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/Setzij7a92I/AAAAAAAABec/DMbSagowVNs/s400/28983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SetyAcRVpmI/AAAAAAAABeU/kLhC2imyE3M/s1600-h/imagem_orkut_otimismo_01.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SetyAcRVpmI/AAAAAAAABeU/kLhC2imyE3M/s1600-h/imagem_orkut_otimismo_01.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Existe uma força, muito além dos nossos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Maior que imaginamos, que nem sempre procuramos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela está sempre à nossa espera.&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma força que nos faz sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma força que nos faz acreditar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É uma força chamada Amor.&lt;br /&gt;É uma força chamada persistência.&lt;br /&gt;É uma força chamada coragem.&lt;br /&gt;Uma força chamada Fé!&lt;br /&gt;Ela existe dentro de Mim.&lt;br /&gt;Ela existe dentro de Ti!&lt;br /&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/19252608-1139531831500518340?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/1139531831500518340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=1139531831500518340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1139531831500518340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/1139531831500518340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/04/uma-forca.html' title='UMA FORÇA...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/Setzij7a92I/AAAAAAAABec/DMbSagowVNs/s72-c/28983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-7424408715219589240</id><published>2009-04-16T17:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:35:59.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Metade do Meu SER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SedlkRdL0aI/AAAAAAAABeM/C8jJJJcRZI8/s1600-h/irGInp9dkn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325336758224408994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SedlkRdL0aI/AAAAAAAABeM/C8jJJJcRZI8/s400/irGInp9dkn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SedlLyoujEI/AAAAAAAABeE/L6ZKnjg0LT8/s1600-h/beso-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"alma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;luz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vida..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sonho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;estrela..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mistério..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nos teus sonhos de encantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esse olhar diz amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cada sinal teu seduz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tens um jeito meigo de estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esse olhar fez sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por caminhos onde a luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nos transporta a outros lugares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;és a alma que procuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nessas noites para esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e encontro sempre um porto seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;és metade do meu ser... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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;&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/19252608-7424408715219589240?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/7424408715219589240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=7424408715219589240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7424408715219589240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7424408715219589240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/04/metade-do-meu-ser.html' title='Metade do Meu SER...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SedlkRdL0aI/AAAAAAAABeM/C8jJJJcRZI8/s72-c/irGInp9dkn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-4218097281843961034</id><published>2009-04-14T13:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:23:32.985+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SeSODheMhRI/AAAAAAAABd8/_zOrWUGutXM/s1600-h/t3n5sqamigos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324536850634540306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SeSODheMhRI/AAAAAAAABd8/_zOrWUGutXM/s400/t3n5sqamigos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"O amor não é um simples sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;mas sim uma solução para um mundo melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Há caminhos que nos levam a ele,&lt;br /&gt;dependendo da maneira que os traçamos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-4218097281843961034?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/4218097281843961034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=4218097281843961034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/4218097281843961034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/4218097281843961034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/04/amor.html' title='Amor...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SeSODheMhRI/AAAAAAAABd8/_zOrWUGutXM/s72-c/t3n5sqamigos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-4514327430656798432</id><published>2009-04-13T18:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:39:53.278+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enquanto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324229351313936322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SeN2YtPGj8I/AAAAAAAABd0/Vrtz_6AzLiQ/s400/253739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto houver um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Na mente da humanidade&lt;br /&gt;Haverá um paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Entre as ruas da cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-4514327430656798432?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/4514327430656798432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=4514327430656798432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/4514327430656798432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/4514327430656798432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/04/enquanto.html' title='Enquanto...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SeN2YtPGj8I/AAAAAAAABd0/Vrtz_6AzLiQ/s72-c/253739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-7045215235007293237</id><published>2009-04-08T17:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:08:23.442+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais 1 ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SdzU5PWzi3I/AAAAAAAABdk/lO1B-NTsBKE/s1600-h/y1p3i1VnhZCGam6o-ziER4_FUdAwA46lhu2O9y8w1XKfxDumY3KPUwtFIatNpjYvSH82AzhCvHzix0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322362939484900210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SdzU5PWzi3I/AAAAAAAABdk/lO1B-NTsBKE/s400/y1p3i1VnhZCGam6o-ziER4_FUdAwA46lhu2O9y8w1XKfxDumY3KPUwtFIatNpjYvSH82AzhCvHzix0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estes últimos anos deram-me muitas coisas boas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas dei-me conta que tudo mudou apartir do dia em que te conheci, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoje temos duas filhas lindas, e temos construido juntos uma Familia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou afortunada de compartilhar cada dia minha vida contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; e quando se cumpre um ano mais tomo consciência de que te quero sempre a meu lado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amo-te...&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/19252608-7045215235007293237?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/7045215235007293237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=7045215235007293237&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7045215235007293237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7045215235007293237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/04/mais-1-ano.html' title='Mais 1 ano...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SdzU5PWzi3I/AAAAAAAABdk/lO1B-NTsBKE/s72-c/y1p3i1VnhZCGam6o-ziER4_FUdAwA46lhu2O9y8w1XKfxDumY3KPUwtFIatNpjYvSH82AzhCvHzix0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-5102073094083050330</id><published>2009-03-31T12:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:45:58.265+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SdoiHhiJKaI/AAAAAAAABdc/9dDApZ78sIo/s1600-h/mulher%252520na%252520agua-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321603422347667874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SdoiHhiJKaI/AAAAAAAABdc/9dDApZ78sIo/s400/mulher%252520na%252520agua-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SdH8AO6ZnuI/AAAAAAAABdU/S6GaGNoT01M/s1600-h/as+minhas+imagens.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Eu digo que a Vida é a única verdade que existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não há outro Deus senão a Vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Por isso, permita-se a si mesmo ser possuído pela Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; em todas as suas formas, cores, dimensões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  - todo o arco-íris, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;todas as notas da escala musical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É simples, é só uma questão de se deixar ir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não empurre o rio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deixe que o rio o leve até ao oceano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele já vai a caminho..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osho&lt;br /&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/19252608-5102073094083050330?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/5102073094083050330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=5102073094083050330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/5102073094083050330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/5102073094083050330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/03/vida.html' title='VIDA...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/SdoiHhiJKaI/AAAAAAAABdc/9dDApZ78sIo/s72-c/mulher%252520na%252520agua-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-4890070384676984075</id><published>2009-03-25T19:18:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:36:10.103Z</updated><title type='text'>Arestas do Tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/ScutbDVmB5I/AAAAAAAABdM/KINXugd1jEw/s1600-h/4ab0c3a985c14dd1d02e255dg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317534465304954770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/ScutbDVmB5I/AAAAAAAABdM/KINXugd1jEw/s400/4ab0c3a985c14dd1d02e255dg3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há umas pequenas arestas do tempo em que voas de mim&lt;br /&gt;e te perdes de nós.&lt;br /&gt;São os instantes em que me sento ao teu lado,&lt;br /&gt;vendo-te voar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&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/19252608-4890070384676984075?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/4890070384676984075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=4890070384676984075&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/4890070384676984075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/4890070384676984075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/03/arestas-do-tempo.html' title='Arestas do Tempo...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/ScutbDVmB5I/AAAAAAAABdM/KINXugd1jEw/s72-c/4ab0c3a985c14dd1d02e255dg3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-7044729176737665463</id><published>2009-03-23T19:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:47:39.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Sou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/ScflkZcVw_I/AAAAAAAABcc/mZ7m0Fkg9oE/s1600-h/y1pRfXvdl93-qHzCVBPPqXxT7Ux6ijYYC4JyGF1FaKvm-TW4g9AITI-UKeiYcUs_bOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316470298601964530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/ScflkZcVw_I/AAAAAAAABcc/mZ7m0Fkg9oE/s400/y1pRfXvdl93-qHzCVBPPqXxT7Ux6ijYYC4JyGF1FaKvm-TW4g9AITI-UKeiYcUs_bOM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou das pessoas que me querem e que eu amo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vivo com elas por saber quanto lhes quero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a minha casa é uma ilha é uma pedra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que me entregaram num abraço tão sincero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou doutras coisas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sou de pensar que a grandeza está no homem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque é o homem o mais lindo continente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tanto me faz que a terra seja longa ou curta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tranco-me aqui por ser humano e por ser gente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou doutras coisas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sou de entender a dor alheia que é a minha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sou de quem parte com a mágoa de quem fica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas também sou de querer sonhar o novo dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Fernando Tordo -&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/19252608-7044729176737665463?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/7044729176737665463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=7044729176737665463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7044729176737665463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/7044729176737665463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/03/sou.html' title='Sou...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/ScflkZcVw_I/AAAAAAAABcc/mZ7m0Fkg9oE/s72-c/y1pRfXvdl93-qHzCVBPPqXxT7Ux6ijYYC4JyGF1FaKvm-TW4g9AITI-UKeiYcUs_bOM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19252608.post-8787144817580207748</id><published>2009-03-16T17:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:29:39.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Magia do Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/Sb6RwMC5F8I/AAAAAAAABcU/4E631CFK5AI/s1600-h/cama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313844867396868034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/Sb6RwMC5F8I/AAAAAAAABcU/4E631CFK5AI/s400/cama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; "Quando pela manhã se abrem as janelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E entra a brisa da felicidade, isto é magia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quando se cheira uma rosa encantada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E se sente o perfume de um beijo ardente, isto é magia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quando os raios escaldantes do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Se transformam em fonte eterna, isto é magia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quando se mergulha nas gotas da chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E navegamos pela imensidão, isto é magia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quando se toca na cores quentes do por do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E descobrimos cânticos dourados, isto é magia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quando se vê no reflexo do brilho do luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Os contornos íntimos da sua beleza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Se sente o perfume ardente do teu beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O calor penetrante da tua ternura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A imensidão absorvente do teu carinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Isto é amor..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jorge Viegas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19252608-8787144817580207748?l=brisa31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/feeds/8787144817580207748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19252608&amp;postID=8787144817580207748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8787144817580207748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19252608/posts/default/8787144817580207748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brisa31.blogspot.com/2009/03/magia-do-amor.html' title='Magia do Amor...'/><author><name>Brisa do Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855805897360610456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h213/KINA1962/BRISA/Shell-L.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzVn3JBjbdM/Sb6RwMC5F8I/AAAAAAAABcU/4E631CFK5AI/s72-c/cama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
