<?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-2168433248933047197</id><updated>2012-01-07T02:58:20.308-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras e Vírgulas, Sílabas e Coração</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-4841577794430632637</id><published>2012-01-07T01:21:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T02:58:20.313-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sobre Dois mil e doze...

Já fazem 07 dias que a loucura começou, tivemos uma semana entre as comemorações de fim de ano para rever conceitos, fazer planos, analisar os erros e planejar as próximas 365 chances. As promessas para o ano que se inicia enchem nossos corações de esperança e nos dão força para recomeçar sempre. Mas, desta vez decidi me manter longe de promessas que muitas vezes não são cumpridas e fazer uma lista das coisas que eu NÃO quero para este novo ano.

Em 2012,
Eu NÃO quero falar demais, quero fazer do silêncio meu melhor amigo.
Eu NÃO quero a saudade, quero prolongar os melhores momentos.
Eu NÃO quero negligenciar amizades, quero cuidar para que elas se mantenham vivas.
Eu NÃO quero a preguiça, quero a força de vontade como minha aliada.
Eu NÃO quero limitadas paixões, quero um amor que dure anos inteiros.
Eu NÃO quero o medo, quero todas as formas de coragem.
Eu NÃO quero aproveitar os últimos segundos, quero viver intensamente cada momento.
Eu NÃO quero simples mentiras, quero a complicação da verdade.
Eu NÃO quero longas viagens, quero encurtar as distâncias.
Eu NÃO quero deixar para depois, quero fazer no ontem.
Eu NÃO quero ficar para sempre, quero poder voltar para onde eu quiser a qualquer momento.
Eu NÃO quero que as pessoas vão embora, quero dizer para elas que podem voltar sempre.
Eu NÃO quero longas orações, quero Deus presente em todos os pensamentos.
E por fim, eu NÃO quero a beleza e a fragilidade dos laços, neste novo ano quero a força e a duração dos nós.

E que assim seja.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-4841577794430632637?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4841577794430632637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2012/01/sobre-dois-mil-e-doze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4841577794430632637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4841577794430632637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2012/01/sobre-dois-mil-e-doze.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3735797178855373565</id><published>2011-07-22T19:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T19:49:43.299-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;E graças a Deus que o meu problema é só dinheiro! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Boa saúde, excelente más companhias,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt; muita fé e amor no coração!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt; Vou querer mais pra que?! ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-3735797178855373565?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3735797178855373565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-gracas-deus-que-o-meu-problema-e-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3735797178855373565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3735797178855373565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-gracas-deus-que-o-meu-problema-e-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-1335007016237499687</id><published>2011-07-22T19:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T19:48:39.734-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Até hoje não sei qual a sua parte em minha vida. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;A das loucuras do meu coração, as parcelas sem graça do meu tempo, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;do afeto de minha carência, ou simplesmente do nada. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;As horas poderiam ir embora logo, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;para que eu chegasse em qualquer conclusão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-1335007016237499687?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1335007016237499687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/ate-hoje-nao-sei-qual-sua-parte-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1335007016237499687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1335007016237499687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/ate-hoje-nao-sei-qual-sua-parte-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-4322281258076280423</id><published>2011-07-03T20:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:04:48.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As vezes a angústia nada mais é do que um medo infundado das verdades e das certezas que você já conhece. Enfrentar pode ser o mais assustador mais é o caminho mais fácil e positivo para a solução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-4322281258076280423?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4322281258076280423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-vezes-angustia-nada-mais-e-do-que-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4322281258076280423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4322281258076280423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-vezes-angustia-nada-mais-e-do-que-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-8193806795234300481</id><published>2011-07-03T19:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:49:49.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Gosto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;e gosto assim como quem gosta por exemplo de maçã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Um gostar doce e simples, uma  vontade leve de devorar-te a cada mordida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Uma vontade de ter você preenchendo todos os lugares meu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Uma vontade de sentir a paz de saber que sou pra você assim como tudo que você é pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&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/2168433248933047197-8193806795234300481?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8193806795234300481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/gosto-e-gosto-assim-como-quem-gosta-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8193806795234300481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8193806795234300481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/gosto-e-gosto-assim-como-quem-gosta-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-7645516422345973224</id><published>2011-07-03T19:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:26:00.525-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Todas as manhãs antes de por os pés no chão, faça da prece seu primeiro alimento diário. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alimentando antes a alma do que o corpo faz com que o dia seja tão leve quanto a paz. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-7645516422345973224?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7645516422345973224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/todas-as-manhas-antes-de-por-os-pes-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7645516422345973224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7645516422345973224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/todas-as-manhas-antes-de-por-os-pes-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3366360524023660615</id><published>2011-07-03T18:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:03:57.539-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Assuma aquilo que sente, porém aprenda a demonstrar a quem saiba dar o devido valor. M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;esmo que assim você nunca fale, muitas vezes vale muito mais a pena só sentir do que desperdiçar palavras a quem nem em cem mil anos irá entender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-3366360524023660615?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3366360524023660615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/assuma-aquilo-que-sente-porem-aprenda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3366360524023660615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3366360524023660615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/assuma-aquilo-que-sente-porem-aprenda.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-6782548059438693433</id><published>2011-07-03T17:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T18:43:36.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acredito tanto em sentimentos e pessoas que muitas vezes sofro pelos mesmos motivos e nem percebo. Mantendo relacionamentos que pra mim nunca acabam, e que pra muitas pessoas eu vejo que nem chegou a começar. Só sofremos por que permitimos que aconteça, porque permitimos que as pessoas invadam aquilo que mais preservamos. Não só nosso coração, muito pior, permitimos muitas vezes que as pessoas invadam nossa paz que é aquilo que dignamente acalma nossa alma. M&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;as como não permitir que as pessoas nos dispam, se naquele momento tão exato a vontade é exatamente de arrancar a roupa do corpo e inclusive da alma, mostrarmo-nos por inteiro, como se fossemos um simples vidro transparente?Difícil mesmo é encontrar alguém que saiba enxergar, corpo, alma e coração. Que seja capaz de ver cada traço de nossa personalidade e assumi-la como sua. O ato de entregar-se é uma opção somente nossa, o ato de aceitar essa entrega só depende que quem nós mesmos deixamos por nos invadir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/2168433248933047197-6782548059438693433?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6782548059438693433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/acredito-tanto-em-sentimentos-e-pessoas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/6782548059438693433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/6782548059438693433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/acredito-tanto-em-sentimentos-e-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-2201065074205480807</id><published>2011-01-21T01:53:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T01:53:52.866-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Na vida todo mundo tem: um amor não correspondido, um amor não compreendido, um amor mal-vivido. E a vida inteira pela frente para corresponder, compreender e viver, centenas de vezes! Ainda bem.

Chances...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-2201065074205480807?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2201065074205480807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/na-vida-todo-mundo-tem-um-amor-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/2201065074205480807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/2201065074205480807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/na-vida-todo-mundo-tem-um-amor-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-7439775067460476497</id><published>2011-01-21T00:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T01:27:50.041-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres, amigas, irmãs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mulheres, amigas, irmãs!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Elas que tem o dom de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preencher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; meu coração com os melhores sentimentos,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;preencher minha cara com os mais sinceros sorrisos e a minha vida com as mais simples alegrias,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;desde a hora que acordo com elas gritando, até a hora de dormir com elas implorando para eu parar de falar. Aquelas que a todo momento demonstram carinho, cada uma do seu jeito, aquelas que se importam, que perguntam, discutem, dizem sua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opinião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;, você concordando ou não. Aquelas que te chamam pra sair, beber e curtir. Aquelas que te chamam pra dormir, passear com o cachorro ou simplesmente para rir. Aquelas que sabem do seu mau-humor e conta para todas as outras, que você não anda muito bem. Aquelas que andam a pé, só para te fazer companhia, aquelas que te chamam para fazer qualquer coisa, desde que estejam juntas. E você simplesmente vai, só para estar com elas, mesmo estando com preguiça, mesmo não gostando do lugar. Aquelas que dividem as mais absurdas experiências e possuem os melhores conselhos. Aquelas que te dão colo, que te deixam chorar, mas que torcem pra você parar logo.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Aquelas que falam mal de todos os homens da sua vida, mais mesmo assim te dão a maior força com eles. Aquelas que são &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sinônimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cumplicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;, amizade e Deus. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Amo-as, "aquelas" da minha Vida. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vocês são o Hoje, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;construíndo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; o meu Pra Sempre :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-7439775067460476497?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7439775067460476497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/mulheres-amigas-irmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7439775067460476497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7439775067460476497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/mulheres-amigas-irmas.html' title='Mulheres, amigas, irmãs!'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-6325962364841586926</id><published>2011-01-20T18:43:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T18:57:55.644-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;As pessoas sofrem porque são impacientes.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Se esperássemos mais por coisas e pessoas,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;talvez viessem coisas e pessoas muito melhores...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tudo possuí seu tempo exato, até mesmo aquilo que caminha ao encontro de nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-6325962364841586926?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6325962364841586926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-pessoas-sofrem-porque-sao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/6325962364841586926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/6325962364841586926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-pessoas-sofrem-porque-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-6786548737992284081</id><published>2011-01-14T11:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:13:55.986-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mantemos certas pessoas no coração, afim de que elas aqueçam nossas almas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essas pessoas permanecem pelo tempo que nos deixamos permitir ou pelo tempo que elas querem permanecer. Até o coração possui livre-arbítrio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-6786548737992284081?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6786548737992284081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/mantemos-certas-pessoas-no-coracao-afim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/6786548737992284081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/6786548737992284081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/mantemos-certas-pessoas-no-coracao-afim.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-7518623916995025110</id><published>2011-01-06T16:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:33:18.368-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Às vezes o passado volta em palavras de uma forma tão doce, que fica impossível acreditar que um dia acabou, e fica impossível não alimentar o desejo que aquilo tudo um dia volte, assim como um dia se foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-7518623916995025110?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7518623916995025110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-vezes-o-passado-volta-em-palavras-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7518623916995025110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7518623916995025110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-vezes-o-passado-volta-em-palavras-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-8991526580390748260</id><published>2011-01-05T18:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:42:34.898-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Essa nostalgia de fim de tarde, todos os dias acaba comigo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Porque não de manhã?! Assim sobraria o dia inteiro pra esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O fim de tarde engole meus sonhos, perturba meu sono, sufoca meu peito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enquanto o tempo não passa, eu só fico desejando que amanheça logo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-8991526580390748260?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8991526580390748260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/essa-nostalgia-de-fim-de-tarde-todos-os.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8991526580390748260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8991526580390748260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/essa-nostalgia-de-fim-de-tarde-todos-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3211233402964443162</id><published>2011-01-03T10:01:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T11:38:35.968-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Praia, em palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez o calor do Verão e a esperança de viver algo novo traga para perto de nós pessoas que supram nossos mais absurdos sonhos. E mesmo que seja por horas ou mais especificamente uma semana, essas pessoas entram em nossas vidas e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;despertam&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; há de melhor em nós, despertam também nossos medos e dúvidas mais profundos. Viver algo com dia e hora marcada para terminar é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;estarrecedor&lt;/span&gt;, parece mais uma anedota do que uma história. Mas como as duas podem ser contadas sendo verdade ou não, também qualquer um pode acreditar nelas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu acreditei, acreditei e vivi. Vivi os olhares, os carinhos, as mãos, os corpos e o calor que emanava deles. Vivi todos os dias, os belos nascer do sol, a pedra mais linda, o ano novo mais intenso, os beijos abençoados a beira mar, a lua e a primeira loucura de 2011. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivi, acreditei, sonhei e acordei. Assim como tudo se renova a hora mais difícil também chegou. Uma pequena, singela e carinhosa despedida, numa noite chuvosa e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;triste&lt;/span&gt; de verão. Ficaram apenas as lembranças... Vontades realizadas e pela primeira vez eu consegui falar tudo, com palavras, beijos e emoção. Aprendi a agradecer cada segundo. E cheguei em casa pronta para escrever tudo isso, mas ainda não estou pronta para entender os mistérios do universo o porque que curtos encontros acontecem, e porque as pessoas simplesmente não ficam?! E mais uma vez o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;irônico&lt;/span&gt; destino nos dá belas oportunidades e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;assiste&lt;/span&gt; nosso comportamento esperando de nós algo novo, sentimentos. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ações&lt;/span&gt;. E agora fico eu aqui cobrando do destino novos encontros ou até o mesmo encontro, que possua o seu olhar, seu beijo ou seu sorriso. Quanto tempo terei que esperar? 06 meses? 01 ano? Ou outro Verão? Esperar pelo que? Você? Ou algo novo? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mãos atadas! Só posso esperar agora pelas oportunidades do destino e vivê-las intensamente e esperar, eu espero. Espero Você chegar, espero você passar...
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o que ficou em minhas mãos foi uma nota rasgada, um papel anotado e um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;moleton&lt;/span&gt; sem você dentro dele. Mas vou relembrar pelas próximas quatro estações, e esperar pela mais bonita, aquela que trás os amores mais intensos , esperar por você ou pelas novas oportunidades e pessoas que talvez virão com ela e com o calor do Sol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;02 de Janeiro de 2011, 23:55 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2168433248933047197-3211233402964443162?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3211233402964443162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/praia-em-palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3211233402964443162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3211233402964443162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/praia-em-palavras.html' title='Praia, em palavras...'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-6332347053767634361</id><published>2010-12-08T10:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:50:23.133-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A paixão faz a pessoa parar de comer, dormir, trabalhar, estar em paz. Muita gente fica assustada porque quando aparece, derruba todas as coisas velhas que encontra. Ninguém quer desorganizar seu mundo. Por isso muita gente consegue controlar esta ameaça, e são capazes de manter em pé uma casa ou uma estrutura que já está podre. São os engenheiros das coisas superadas. Outras pessoas pensam exatamente o contrário: entregam-se sem pensar, esperando encontrar na paixão as soluções para todos os seus problemas. Colocam na outra pessoa toda a responsabilidade por sua felicidade, e toda a culpa por sua possível infelicidade. Estão sempre eufóricas porque algo de maravilhoso aconteceu, ou deprimidas porque algo que não esperavam terminou destruíndo tudo. Afastar-se da paixão, ou entregar-se cegamente a ela - qual destas duas atitudes é a menos destruidora? Não sei.
&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%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Onze Minutos&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%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&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/2168433248933047197-6332347053767634361?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6332347053767634361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/paixao-faz-pessoa-parar-de-comer-dormir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/6332347053767634361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/6332347053767634361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/paixao-faz-pessoa-parar-de-comer-dormir.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-5094006256369842997</id><published>2010-11-26T18:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:18:43.910-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A todos trato muito bemsou cordial, educada, quase sensata,mas nada me dá mais prazerdo que ser persona non grataexpulsa do paraisouma mulher sem juízo, que não se comovecom nadacruel e refinadaque não merece ir pro céu, uma vilã de novelamas bela, e até mesmo cultaestranha, com tantos amigose amada, bem vestida e respeitadaaqui entre nósmelhor que ser boazinha é não poder ser imitada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Martha_Medeiros/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/strong&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/2168433248933047197-5094006256369842997?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5094006256369842997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/todos-trato-muito-bemsou-cordial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5094006256369842997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5094006256369842997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/todos-trato-muito-bemsou-cordial.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-317340622530262474</id><published>2010-11-12T16:06:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:42:12.408-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Nós sempre temos a esperança de achar que será diferente, mas no fim nunca é. &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:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;As pessoas, as histórias, os olhares não são os mesmos, &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:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;mas o desfecho das situações parece que é sempre igual. &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:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ou é muita falta de sorte, ou é vida no seu infinito mistério desviando-nos daquilo que de certa forma nos faria algum mal. Prefiro crer na segunda opção, acreditar nas pessoas e manter ainda o coração cheio de esperança e fé. Isso é Viver!&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/2168433248933047197-317340622530262474?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/317340622530262474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/nos-sempre-temos-esperanca-de-achar-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/317340622530262474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/317340622530262474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/nos-sempre-temos-esperanca-de-achar-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-5758688743325227130</id><published>2010-11-09T09:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:39:05.964-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"O palhaço é um charlatão; Esparrama tanta gargalhada da boca pra fora; Dizem que seu coração pintado; Toda tarde de domingo chora."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chico Buarque&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/2168433248933047197-5758688743325227130?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5758688743325227130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-palhaco-e-um-charlatao-esparrama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5758688743325227130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5758688743325227130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-palhaco-e-um-charlatao-esparrama.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-8362808790378009418</id><published>2010-11-08T09:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:00:51.735-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Santo Antônio,&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:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ou me dá um novo, &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:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ou devolve o meu Amor.&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/2168433248933047197-8362808790378009418?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8362808790378009418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/santo-antonio-ou-me-da-um-novo-ou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8362808790378009418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8362808790378009418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/santo-antonio-ou-me-da-um-novo-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-9045805794019040555</id><published>2010-11-03T15:21:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:25:31.737-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tô tão Feliz que não to tendo nem inspiração pra escrever...!
Hahahahaha...


&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É bom gostar de Você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;desde que eu não te veja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;desde que seja a distância.&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/2168433248933047197-9045805794019040555?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9045805794019040555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-tao-feliz-que-nao-to-tendo-nem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/9045805794019040555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/9045805794019040555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-tao-feliz-que-nao-to-tendo-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-4354057913238582675</id><published>2010-10-26T18:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:09:12.853-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; “Senti a sua falta e não te liguei.” Traduzindo, você está se afastando demais e eu estou me acostumando a viver sem você.&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/2168433248933047197-4354057913238582675?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4354057913238582675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/senti-sua-falta-e-nao-te-liguei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4354057913238582675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4354057913238582675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/senti-sua-falta-e-nao-te-liguei.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-2276028739487553273</id><published>2010-10-21T14:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:47:13.951-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As pessoas não imaginam o que esperamos delas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;portanto não crie expectativas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-2276028739487553273?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2276028739487553273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-pessoas-nao-imaginam-o-que-esperamos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/2276028739487553273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/2276028739487553273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-pessoas-nao-imaginam-o-que-esperamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-1273511639305237632</id><published>2010-10-20T09:10:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T13:04:56.233-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Circunstâncias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu Sexto Sentido gritou ontem!
E não é que ele tinha razão?!
E tem alguma coisa gritando em mim agora,
É uma mistura de esperança e desespero,
uma espécie de saudade mal sentida de um futuro que talvez nunca virá.
Ou de um presente que às vezes acontece as vezes não, uma pontinha de medo
de saber exatamente o final e ainda sentir vontade de continuar a história,
só para viver os momentos, só pelas sensações.
Uma vontade de reescrever essa história exatamente igual,
mas com um único desejo de mudar as circunstâncias e o tempo.
E o que aconteceria?!
O destino é cruel às vezes e não poupa ninguém,
ele sabe o desfecho dos encontros,
mas gosta de assistir o comportamento de cada um
só para por à prova nossos sentimentos e ações,
só para ver se há o merecimento de mudá-lo ou não.
Mas nunca saberemos, o que é o certo, o errado,
o que não pode ser feito, e o que deve ser mudado.
Só mesmo vivendo até o final cada história, cada respiração,
é que podemos ver se valeu a pena.
É necessário saber a hora do fim,
mesmo quando esse fim é imposto por alguém que você mais gosta.
Se não você acaba ficando para trás e não vive.
E perde a chance de conhecer novos corações e o destino desiste de Você.
Viva com calma o Amor, cada um sabe a verdade do seu próprio coração,
e não se surpreenda se Você não entender a verdade do outro.
Isso não quer dizer que não haja amor, admiração e carinho...
E se mesmo assim houver troca de olhares, saudade e um desejo inexplicável mútuo.
Viva, o amor não é feito de algo que seja para sempre,
mas sim de momentos, risadas, cheiros e atração,
é saber que naquele exato momento o outro é o que há de mais indispensável na sua vida.
E deixe o destino sorrir para Você,
Deixe que ele seja capaz de trazer o que há de melhor para sua Vida.

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eu
20/10/2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-1273511639305237632?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1273511639305237632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/circunstancias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1273511639305237632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1273511639305237632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/circunstancias.html' title='Circunstâncias'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3824225618518931473</id><published>2010-10-20T08:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T08:56:22.909-02:00</updated><title type='text'>As Relações Humanas são tão esquisitas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tô fora!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tô fora de Futilidades,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desapego,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falsidades,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desencontros,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inimizades,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falsos sorrisos e falsos olhares,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tristezas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inveja,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rancor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fúria,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angústia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vibrações Negativas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pessoas negativas... etc, etc, etc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que eu vou precisar mudar de planeta?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cansada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-3824225618518931473?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3824225618518931473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-relacoes-humanas-sao-tao-esquisitas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3824225618518931473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3824225618518931473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-relacoes-humanas-sao-tao-esquisitas.html' title='As Relações Humanas são tão esquisitas...'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-1312059773786355489</id><published>2010-10-18T16:48:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T16:52:53.700-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A Inveja é a personificação da Feiúra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-1312059773786355489?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1312059773786355489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/inveja-e-personificacao-da-feiura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1312059773786355489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1312059773786355489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/inveja-e-personificacao-da-feiura.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-2199872303107146722</id><published>2010-10-18T00:27:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T00:46:49.642-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Você me Encantou Demais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você me encantou demais&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-size:130%;"&gt;Mostrou seu coração do que ele é capaz&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-size:130%;"&gt;Por isso eu quero te dizer&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-size:130%;"&gt;Que a flor dessa canção sempre será você&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-size:130%;"&gt;Seu beijo despertou paixão&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-size:130%;"&gt;Desculpe se me apressei, pois nada foi em vão&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-size:130%;"&gt;O que eu desejo a você&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-size:130%;"&gt;É que os deuses do amor estejam a te proteger&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-size:130%;"&gt;E que o verão no seu sorriso nunca acabe&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-size:130%;"&gt;E aquele medo de viver um dia se torne um grande 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-size:130%;"&gt;Vou te falar, mas acho que você já sabe&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-size:130%;"&gt;Você apaixonou, alucinou, descompassou, meu coração&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-size:130%;"&gt;Meu coração
Você me fez sonhar demais&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-size:130%;"&gt;Chegou, sorriu, beijou, mostrou como se faz&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-size:130%;"&gt;Por isso eu quero te falar&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-size:130%;"&gt;Que os As dessa canção eu fiz só pra te dar&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-size:130%;"&gt;Seu jeito lindo fez arder&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-size:130%;"&gt;Fiquei feito vulcão fervendo por te ver&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-size:130%;"&gt;O que eu desejo a você&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-size:130%;"&gt;que os deuses do amor estejam a te proteger&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-size:130%;"&gt;E que o verão no seu sorriso nunca acabe&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-size:130%;"&gt;E aquele medo de viver um dia se torne um grande 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-size:130%;"&gt;Vou te falar, mas acho que você já sabe&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-size:130%;"&gt;Você apaixonou, alucinou, descompassou, meu coração&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-size:130%;"&gt;Meu coração...&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-size:130%;"&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="font-size:130%;"&gt;Natiruts&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/2168433248933047197-2199872303107146722?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2199872303107146722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/voce-me-encantou-demais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/2199872303107146722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/2199872303107146722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/voce-me-encantou-demais.html' title='Você me Encantou Demais'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-9215244754095233276</id><published>2010-10-17T23:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:21:29.290-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AOS ANJOS DA GUARDA E ESPÍRITOS PROTETORES
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pai, em todas as coisas que vos pedimos, faça-se a vossa vontade e não a nossa, por saberdes, melhor do que nós, o que nos convém para nosso adiantamento moral e felicidade futura.
Espíritos sábios e benevolentes, mensageiros de Deus, que exerceis a sublime missão de assistir aos encarnados e ensinar-lhes o caminho do progresso que é o bem e a verdade, - sustentai-me nas provações desta vida; auxiliai-me a cumprir os desígnios da justiça de Deus e a purificar os meus sentimentos; desviai de mim os maus pensamentos para que eu não dê acesso aos Espíritos que, por seu atraso, permanecem na maldade e induzem os homens ao mal.
Iluminai a minha consciência, a fim de conhecer as minhas faltas e afastai dos meus olhos o véu do orgulho e da vaidade que me impediria a percebê-las e confessá-las a mim mesmo.
Espíritos que vos interessais por mim, e sobretudo, vós, meu Anjo da Guarda, que mais particularmente por mim velais, fazei com que eu seja digno de vossa benevolência.
Conhecedores, como sois, da minhas necessidades, auxiliai-me, eu vos rogo, para que elas possam ser satisfeitas segundo a vontade de Deus.&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/2168433248933047197-9215244754095233276?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9215244754095233276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/prece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/9215244754095233276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/9215244754095233276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/prece.html' title='Prece'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3168383917835912886</id><published>2010-10-17T04:40:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T05:25:48.900-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SERENIDADE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É essa a palavra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E eu aprendi a encaixar as coisas, palavras, sentimentos, desejos, emoções...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Porque quando Voce confia, nada é capaz de te abalar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quando Voce confia em si mesmo, só isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Voce passa a olhar para dentro, a enxergar sua própria alma, a medir suas forças, e percebe que é capaz, que pode até balançar, diversas vezes... Mas o único alicerce só existe dentro de nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E sempre buscamos forças em lugares incompreensíveis, forças proporcionais ao tamanho do nosso sofrimento. Só é preciso confiar, é esse o grande segredo... Confiar em si, no seu coração, na alma, na lágrima sincera e no sorriso salvador. Confie em absolutamente tudo que vem de dentro de Voce, por que vem por alguma razão. E as vezes Deus nos usa para nos salvar, ninguém percebe, por que temos o triste costume de culpar Deus pelos nossos sofrimentos, mas ele usa dos nossos maiores defeitos, para nos revelar o que há em cada um de nós e o que precisa ser reavaliado para que no fim a felicidade venha na forma mais sincera e suprema!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não desejo nada em dobro para ninguém, nem pior e nem melhor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo, para que a cada um venha o que for proporcional ao seu merecimento. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cabe somente a Voce ser capaz de enxergar o que a sua alma merece, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e optar pela mudança ou pela estagnação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-3168383917835912886?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3168383917835912886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/serenidade-e-essa-palavra-e-eu-aprendi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3168383917835912886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3168383917835912886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/serenidade-e-essa-palavra-e-eu-aprendi.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-6899498618004800031</id><published>2010-10-16T23:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T23:40:49.602-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;E ainda bem que existe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Sal Grosso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Arruda e Fé!&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/2168433248933047197-6899498618004800031?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6899498618004800031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-ainda-bem-que-existe-sal-grosso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/6899498618004800031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/6899498618004800031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-ainda-bem-que-existe-sal-grosso.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-8047542215142980413</id><published>2010-10-13T01:40:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T02:32:40.552-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias do Coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TLVDE9II8iI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UuTy9-mxIoo/s1600/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527397870074393122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TLVDE9II8iI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UuTy9-mxIoo/s400/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nostalgia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu já não lembrava mais. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não lembrava mais de alguns rostos, olhares, sorrisos, carinhos que ficaram para trás. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me senti vazia, por perceber que pequenas coisas que outrora foram relevantes, no momento de hoje pareciam não mais fazer sentido. Pelo fato de não me pertecerem mais, por fazer parte de um passado próximo que tão rapidamente ficou distante. Sofri um pouco, porque precisei fazer um certo esforço para lembrar de um único sorriso, sorriso que eu adorava, que me encantava. Eu quis ir mais fundo, fui olhar um retrato guardado, só para por a prova as memórias do coração. E deu certo, aquela sensação que eu achava que havia se esvaído voltou, o pequeno nó na garganta que eu tinha desfeito, atou-se. E eu senti de novo... Toques, sensações, promessas e desejos, carinhos intermináveis, noites incomparáveis. E aquela vontade de correr de novo e de novo e de novo para você, e aquela convicção maluca de saber que o certo mesmo é voltar para trás, guardar o coração numa gaveta e esperar amanhecer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-8047542215142980413?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8047542215142980413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/memorias-do-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8047542215142980413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8047542215142980413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/memorias-do-coracao.html' title='Memórias do Coração'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TLVDE9II8iI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UuTy9-mxIoo/s72-c/090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-6358224153643028713</id><published>2010-10-11T01:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T01:52:06.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;''...O inesquecível está na mão, mas o braço é um longo caminho entre a ponta de um dedo e o coração...''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nei Duclós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-6358224153643028713?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6358224153643028713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/6358224153643028713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/6358224153643028713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-2580445337452562956</id><published>2010-10-06T01:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T01:33:37.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mafalda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Justo a mim coube ser eu!"&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;"Tudo serve para alguma coisa, mas nada serve para tudo."&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;"E não é que neste mundo tem cada vez mais gente e cada vez menos pessoas?"&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;"O urgente nunca deixa tempo para o importante."&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;"Já que há mundos mais evoluídos, porquê eu tive que nascer justo neste?"&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;"Boa noite mundo! Boa noite e até amanhã, mas fique de olho! Tem muita gente irresponsável acordada, viu?"&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;"Ainda bem que eu acordei. Se há coisa que me deixa com raiva é gastar o inconsciente sonhando besteira."&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;"Será que Deus patenteou essa idéia de manicômio redondo?"&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;"Engraçado...Quando eu fecho os olhos o mundo desaparece."&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;"A vontade é a única coisa do mundo que quando esvazia tem que levar uma alfinetada."&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/2168433248933047197-2580445337452562956?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2580445337452562956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/mafalda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/2580445337452562956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/2580445337452562956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/mafalda.html' title='Mafalda'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-5191339885381634615</id><published>2010-09-30T00:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T01:03:43.642-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando deixou o orgulho gerar ingratidão, morreu sem saber.
Quando deixou o egoísmo ofuscar o coração, perdeu sem querer.
E quem só quis se banhar no luar de um lindo amor, e jamais sofrer.
Plantou o amor sem ter que preocupar se ia colher...
Insitiu tentar em fazer brotar, perceber a chave para a vida.
Quando você acordar não deixe de agradecer.
Joga a tristeza no ar que o melhor é viver.
Insistir, tentar, do amor provar, se não deu valeu, nunca é tarde pra recomeçar...
Se perguntarem sobre um novo sonhador, sou eu.
Se perguntarem sobre o medo do amor, morreu.
Eu estou cheia de vida, cheia vida e amor e quem duvida, go away...
Quando meus olhos ficaram de frente para os seus, o tempo parou.
Quando o tempo ensinou respeitar o amanhecer, o mundo girou...

Quando Você Acordar
Natiruts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-5191339885381634615?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5191339885381634615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/quando-deixou-o-orgulho-gerar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5191339885381634615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5191339885381634615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/quando-deixou-o-orgulho-gerar.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-1678957754141709855</id><published>2010-09-28T04:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T04:25:18.284-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Viva e ame. E ame total e intensamente, mas sem nunca ir contra a liberdade. A Liberdade deve continuar sendo um valor supremo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do Livro - Faça o seu Coração Vibrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-1678957754141709855?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1678957754141709855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/viva-e-ame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1678957754141709855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1678957754141709855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/viva-e-ame.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-5965381870003262843</id><published>2010-09-28T03:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T03:25:08.461-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;''É verdade que os relacionamentos são muito mais complicados do que as regras, mas as regras nunca vão lhe dar as repostas para as questões profundas do coração. E nunca irão amar você.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A Cabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-5965381870003262843?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5965381870003262843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-verdade-que-os-relacionamentos-sao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5965381870003262843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5965381870003262843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-verdade-que-os-relacionamentos-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-257392282424913398</id><published>2010-09-26T01:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T04:03:08.202-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quatro Folhas !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje me falaram que eu tenho Sorte...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E revendo cada minuto da minha vida, eu vi que eu tenho mesmo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e muita ainda... :) O codinome da minha Sorte é Deus! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E hoje eu entendo tudo, cada lágrima, cada dor, cada plano que não deu certo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi tudo a favor de uma coisa muito maior, que sempre veio, que sempre vem! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem em forma de alegrias, em pessoas maravilhosas, em experiencias necessárias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com certeza minha missão é grande, e eu vou cumpri-la, se tudo sempre deu certo pra mim é porque Deus com certeza espera de mim, algo grandioso! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que assim seja :)&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/2168433248933047197-257392282424913398?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/257392282424913398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/quatro-folhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/257392282424913398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/257392282424913398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/quatro-folhas.html' title='Quatro Folhas !'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-170199766257151127</id><published>2010-09-25T00:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:15:48.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;''...É só você lavar o rosto. E deixar que a água suja. Leve longe do seu corpo. O infeliz passado...''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nando Reis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-170199766257151127?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/170199766257151127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/170199766257151127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/170199766257151127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-8345966796160837106</id><published>2010-09-24T22:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T22:29:12.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Você receberá, de retorno, tudo o que der aos outros, segundo a lei que nos rege os destinos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alan Kardec&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/2168433248933047197-8345966796160837106?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8345966796160837106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/voce-recebera-de-retorno-tudo-o-que-der.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8345966796160837106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8345966796160837106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/voce-recebera-de-retorno-tudo-o-que-der.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-8497710551819800097</id><published>2010-09-24T15:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:40:48.348-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paciência &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;a id="identificador_artista" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/lenine/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lenine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma. Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma. A vida não para...
Enquanto o tempo acelera e pede pressa. Eu me recuso faço hora vou na valsa. A vida é tão rara...
Enquanto todo mundo espera a cura do mal. E a loucura finge que isso tudo é normal. Eu finjo ter paciência...
O mundo vai girando cada vez mais veloz agente espera do mundo e o mundo espera de nós. Um pouco mais de paciência...
Será que é tempo que lhe falta para perceber? Será que temos esse tempo para perder? E quem quer saber? A vida é tão rara. Tão rara...
Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma. Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma. Eu sei, a vida não para. A vida não para não...
Será que é tempo que lhe falta para perceber? Será que temos esse tempo para perder? E quem quer saber? A vida é tão rara. Tão rara...
Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma. Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma. Eu sei, a vida é tão rara. A vida é tão rara...
A vida é tão rara...&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/2168433248933047197-8497710551819800097?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8497710551819800097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/paciencia-lenine-composicao-lenine-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8497710551819800097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8497710551819800097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/paciencia-lenine-composicao-lenine-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-7085586097458814200</id><published>2010-09-24T03:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T03:31:26.591-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E Deus pinta a alma da gente da cor que ele quiser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A minha Alma está tão bonita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-7085586097458814200?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7085586097458814200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-deus-pinta-alma-da-gente-da-cor-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7085586097458814200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7085586097458814200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-deus-pinta-alma-da-gente-da-cor-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-1037674588943652595</id><published>2010-09-22T14:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:02:31.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"E se o sapo não virar príncipe, nós tiramos ele da história."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Lidi Rubira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-1037674588943652595?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1037674588943652595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-se-o-sapo-nao-virar-principe-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1037674588943652595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1037674588943652595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-se-o-sapo-nao-virar-principe-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-4758458565632895577</id><published>2010-09-22T01:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T01:24:32.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"A Felicidade não exclui o sofrimento, porque ele é inevitável. A Felicidade depende da maneira como vamos sofrer. Foi isso que Jesus ressaltou em sua propria vida. Evitar o sofrimento não nos leva a uma vida mais feliz, mas a forma de enfrentá-lo conduz a uma vida mais significativa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mark W. Baker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-4758458565632895577?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4758458565632895577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/felicidade-nao-exclui-o-sofrimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4758458565632895577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4758458565632895577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/felicidade-nao-exclui-o-sofrimento.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-5931756963058648332</id><published>2010-09-21T04:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T04:05:08.589-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leve ... !</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Incondicionalmente Feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Infinitamente completa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dona de mim, dentro de mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coração a mil, sorriso rasgando a cara lavada e a alma leve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vontade de sair correndo e abraçar todo mundo e convidar todo mundo a correr junto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a viver, a entender. Obrigada Deus, obrigada por meu coraçao estar cheio de Amor, Fé e Compreensão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que todos os dias sejam feitos de Luz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que todas as janelas se abram para Esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que todos os corações irradiem Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E que assim seja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho dito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alma leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paz e calmaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigada Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pelo lindo caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pela perfeita oração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pela forte fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pelas companhias mais sinceras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pelo coração cheio de mim, baseado em Ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feliz, completamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-5931756963058648332?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5931756963058648332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/leve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5931756963058648332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5931756963058648332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/leve.html' title='Leve ... !'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-6425487178574799170</id><published>2010-09-21T00:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:56:28.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A maneira de evitar erros é ganhar experiência. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A maneira de ganhar experiência é cometer erros."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laurence J. Peter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-6425487178574799170?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6425487178574799170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/maneira-de-evitar-erros-e-ganhar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/6425487178574799170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/6425487178574799170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/maneira-de-evitar-erros-e-ganhar.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-2635277350837231086</id><published>2010-09-17T16:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T16:27:27.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;''Não acredito em amor à primeira vista. Mas em desamor, sim."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-2635277350837231086?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2635277350837231086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/nao-acredito-em-amor-primeira-vista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/2635277350837231086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/2635277350837231086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/nao-acredito-em-amor-primeira-vista.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-5317316751688362809</id><published>2010-09-17T03:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T04:36:05.308-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ufa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nossa que sensaçao mais esquisita essa agora,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um alívio sobrenatural...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parece que era tudo que estava faltando acontecer pras coisas voltarem ao normal,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tudo está se encaixando de novo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu nao me prendo mais, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque nao faz mais sentido algum, porque acabou, porque passou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Achei a palavra certa: PASSOU, agora sim passou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem mais expectativas, sem mais esperanças...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu nao me importo mais! Porque nao vale a pena, literalmente nao vale a pena!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o meu mundo cresceu, expandiu, explodiu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tomara que aconteça o mesmo com Voce, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cresça e saia do seu umbigo, da vidinha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu saí, juro que saí, nao volto mais pra dentro de mim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alegrias, Fé e Deus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O resto??? É resto né?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-5317316751688362809?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5317316751688362809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/ufa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5317316751688362809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5317316751688362809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/ufa.html' title='Ufa!'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-7360016518269389959</id><published>2010-09-16T19:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:45:08.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Às vezes uma pessoa é tão idiota que você pensa “não, não é possível”. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tenta rever a situação. Mas é possível sim: existem idiotas.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-7360016518269389959?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7360016518269389959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-vezes-uma-pessoa-e-tao-idiota-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7360016518269389959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7360016518269389959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-vezes-uma-pessoa-e-tao-idiota-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-1850620017274262978</id><published>2010-09-16T18:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T18:13:12.472-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E poder ter forças suficientes para gritar: Saaaaaaaaai !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-1850620017274262978?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1850620017274262978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-poder-ter-forcas-suficientes-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1850620017274262978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1850620017274262978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-poder-ter-forcas-suficientes-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-5070197530800835469</id><published>2010-09-16T02:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T02:54:48.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nossa, e agora me deu uma repentina vontade de escrever sobre Voce, mas passou! Rsrsrs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-5070197530800835469?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5070197530800835469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/nossa-e-agora-me-deu-uma-repentina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5070197530800835469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5070197530800835469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/nossa-e-agora-me-deu-uma-repentina.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-8471490957035997087</id><published>2010-09-10T14:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T14:07:36.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'Quando você encontrar a pessoa que merece o seu coração, você vai entender porque as coisas não funcionaram com todos os outros.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-8471490957035997087?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8471490957035997087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/quando-voce-encontrar-pessoa-que-merece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8471490957035997087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8471490957035997087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/quando-voce-encontrar-pessoa-que-merece.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3763753883588815495</id><published>2010-09-10T12:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:21:14.228-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Testando... 1,2,3 testando a Fé!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Testaaaaaando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calma, que vem :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-3763753883588815495?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3763753883588815495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/testando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3763753883588815495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3763753883588815495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/testando.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-361753542832571735</id><published>2010-09-10T02:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T02:26:09.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SONHO IMPOSSÍVEL

Sonhar mais um sonho impossível
Lutar quando é fácil ceder
Vencer o inimigo invencível
Negar quando a regra é vender
Sofrer a tortura implacável
Romper a incabível prisão
Voar num limite improvável
Tocar o inacessível chão
É minha lei, é minha questão
Virar este mundo, cravar este chão
Não me importa saber
Se é terrível demais
Quantas guerras terei que vencer
Por um pouco de paz
E amanhã se esse chão que eu beijei
For meu leito e perdão
Vou saber que valeu
Delirar e morrer de paixão
E assim, seja lá como for
Vai ter fim a infinita aflição
E o mundo vai ver uma flor
Brotar do impossível chão

Maria Bethânia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-361753542832571735?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/361753542832571735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/sonho-impossivel-sonhar-mais-um-sonho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/361753542832571735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/361753542832571735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/sonho-impossivel-sonhar-mais-um-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-9083617151769379625</id><published>2010-09-04T14:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T14:33:15.508-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gaste seu amor... Usufrua-o até o fim. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enfrente os bons e os maus momentos, passe por tudo &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que tiver que passar, não se economize. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinta todos os sabores que o amor tem, desde o adocicado &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do início até o amargo do fim, mas não saia da história na metade. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amores precisam dar a volta ao redor de si mesmo, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fechando o próprio ciclo... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isso é que libera a gente para ser feliz de novo."&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Martha Medeiros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-9083617151769379625?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9083617151769379625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/gaste-seu-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/9083617151769379625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/9083617151769379625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/gaste-seu-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-506405237424906423</id><published>2010-09-04T01:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T01:52:11.865-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passarinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;E como ta dificil pensar, &lt;/span&gt;
 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;e que bom que  com pouco tempo eu aprendi o auto controle de nao sair correndo nem pra  longe e nem pra perto. E tomara que daqui a pouco tempo eu possa rir de  tudo, e ver que bobagem que foi sofrer por qualquer coisa, qualquer um.  E ver que as vezes muito tempo de coraçao vazio faz mal, porque a  carencia acaba fazendo voce se agarrar a qualquer coisa, acaba obrigando  voce a fazer tudo demais, gostar demais, se entregar demais, e no fim a  sofrer bem mais! E o que mais doi nao &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;é a saudade do outro ser, mas a saudade do que eu era quando estava com ele.
   
VAI PASSAR。。。
   
  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;é bom lembrar que sempre passou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-506405237424906423?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/506405237424906423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/passarinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/506405237424906423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/506405237424906423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/passarinho.html' title='Passarinho'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-449326376273164573</id><published>2010-09-04T01:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T01:50:46.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paciencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;O ser humano tem o dom de esquecer sofrimentos passados e sempre fica achando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;que a merda que esta acontecendo no momento é a maior do mundo, que nunca vai parar de doer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;que as coisas nao vao se encaixar, que voce nunca vai parar de chorar, que voce nunca vai ser feliz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mas olhando pra tras voce acaba vendo que a dor passou, as coisas se encaixaram, as lagrimas pararam de cair e voce foi feliz, e sempre sera. Aprendi com a duvida da dor a sempre olhar pra tras e poder ver com as coisas ruins do passado que tudo sempre melhora, que tudo fica bem. A palavra chave chama-se Fé. Em contrapartida a sabia palavra: PACIENCIA! Humanamente impossivel as vezes, mas extremamente necessaria. Deus nao abandona ninguem, ele so precisa de tempo pra mostrar com as coisas realmente devem ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Obrigada Deus, por me dar a oportunidade de escrever, conversar com Voce, poder olhar pra tras,  analisar os sofrimentos, desabafar e aliviar o coração.&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-449326376273164573?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/449326376273164573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/paciencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/449326376273164573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/449326376273164573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/paciencia.html' title='Paciencia'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-7275026919281549521</id><published>2010-09-04T00:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:38:17.267-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Para algumas pessoas eu não mostro nem metade do que realmente sou.
Não por medo, mas por não valer a pena mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-7275026919281549521?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7275026919281549521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/para-algumas-pessoas-eu-nao-mostro-nem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7275026919281549521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7275026919281549521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/para-algumas-pessoas-eu-nao-mostro-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-1943982830516314043</id><published>2010-09-02T11:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:11:10.582-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Agora eu tô em Paz!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Que assim seja... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-1943982830516314043?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1943982830516314043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/agora-eu-to-em-paz-que-assim-seja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1943982830516314043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1943982830516314043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/agora-eu-to-em-paz-que-assim-seja.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-1218920743193248223</id><published>2010-08-22T19:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:17:40.722-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="fr0"&gt;Morre lentamente quem se transforma em escravo do hábito,  repetindo todos os dias os mesmos trajetos, quem não muda de marca, não  se arrisca a vestir uma nova cor ou não conversa com quem não conhece.
Morre lentamente quem faz da televisão o seu guru.
Morre lentamente quem evita uma paixão, quem prefere o negro sobre o  branco e os pontos sobre os “is” em detrimento de um redemoinho de  emoções, justamente as que resgatam o brilho dos olhos, sorrisos dos  bocejos, corações aos tropeços e sentimentos.
Morre lentamente quem não vira a mesa quando está infeliz com o seu  trabalho, quem não arrisca o certo pelo incerto para ir atrás de um  sonho, quem não se permite pelo menos uma vez na vida, fugir dos  conselhos sensatos.
Morre lentamente quem não viaja, quem não lê, quem não ouve música, quem  não encontra graça em si mesmo.
Morre lentamente quem destrói o seu amor-próprio, quem não se deixa  ajudar.
Morre lentamente, quem passa os dias queixando-se da sua má sorte ou da  chuva incessante.
Morre lentamente, quem abandona um projeto antes de iniciá-lo, não  pergunta sobre um assunto que desconhece ou não responde quando lhe  indagam sobre algo que sabe.
Evitemos a morte em doses suaves, recordando sempre que estar vivo exige  um feito muito maior que o simples fato de respirar. Somente a ardente  paciência fará com que conquistemos uma esplêndida felicidade.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Pablo_Neruda/" class="autor"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-1218920743193248223?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1218920743193248223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/morre-lentamente-quem-se-transforma-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1218920743193248223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1218920743193248223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/morre-lentamente-quem-se-transforma-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-4514237411191810175</id><published>2010-08-21T23:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T23:48:22.138-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Indecisão é quando você sabe muito bem o que quer 
mas acha que deveria querer outra coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-4514237411191810175?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4514237411191810175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/indecisao-e-quando-voce-sabe-muito-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4514237411191810175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4514237411191810175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/indecisao-e-quando-voce-sabe-muito-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-5058490154516782906</id><published>2010-08-21T22:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T22:45:16.368-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;E não se preocupe, se você não encontrar o caminho certo &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;e a sua vida terminar numa encruzilhada, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;aproveite e faça uma macumba!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-5058490154516782906?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5058490154516782906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-nao-se-preocupe-se-voce-nao-encontrar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5058490154516782906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5058490154516782906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-nao-se-preocupe-se-voce-nao-encontrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3847297502133983745</id><published>2010-08-20T22:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T22:09:20.159-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;''Ás vezes a gente precisa dar um tempo, &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;correr pra longe de todo mundo, &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;pra ver quem vai correr atrás da gente.''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-3847297502133983745?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3847297502133983745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-vezes-gente-precisa-dar-um-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3847297502133983745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3847297502133983745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-vezes-gente-precisa-dar-um-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3000177409923266900</id><published>2010-08-20T19:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:39:08.297-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parcelas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nooooooooooooossa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cem milhões de anos que eu não vinha escrever aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Comecei a ler coisas antigas e percebi que várias delas ainda se encaixam na minha vida de hoje, esquisito pensar em como é possível a gente passar pelas mesmas situações e acabar enfrentando-as de maneiras diferentes. Percebi que antigamente eu enfrentava melhor as coisas, me deu vergonha mas me pareceu que eu tinha muito mais Fé. Preciso reciclar minha maneira de pensar e estocar mais Fé dentro de mim, algo tão salutar não pode faltar nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Antigamente, antigamente nada, ano passado! Hahaha..., enfrentava as coisas, lutava mais, agora parece que pra mim fica mais fácil fugir, não que fugir seja ruim, mas pra mim é como se fosse uma nova armadura. Que eu já usei outras vezes, vi que funcionou e vou repetir a dose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cansei de procurar minhas forças na rua, prefiro ficar em temporário estado de reclusão até que elas por si só se renovem, e eu veja a felicidade SINCERA voltar de novo, felicidade que não dependa de nada, ninguém, e nem de nenhuma decisão. Saudade daquela época em que minha alegria se alicersava em mim mesma, sem dependências mínimas e nem máximas. Confuso pensar que quando gostamos de alguém mesmo com medo e na dúvida, colocamos nossas parcelas de alegrias nas mãos dessas pessoas, esperando desesperadamente que elas não deixem de pagar nenhuma prestação, e quando você percebe que as parcelas não foram pagas, você pega seu boleto (coração) e vai pra casa sozinho, conferir os prejuízos e o quanto será gasto para reparar os danos. Aí, pela enésima vez você percebe que a única pessoa que pode ser dona da sua felicidade é você mesma. E assim as coisas começam a se encaixar de novo, você some para calcular os prejuízos, deixa tudo em ordem, volta pra vida e fica esperando com o seu boleto de felicidade nas mãos quem será o próximo a pagar sua felicidade, e aí você arrisca TUDO  de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pura Burrice, burrice não... é Amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-3000177409923266900?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3000177409923266900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/parcelas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3000177409923266900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3000177409923266900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/parcelas.html' title='Parcelas!'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-8713275494492950953</id><published>2010-06-28T22:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T22:37:56.481-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O poder de um relacionamento está nas mãos de quem se importa menos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-8713275494492950953?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8713275494492950953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-poder-de-um-relacionamento-esta-nas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8713275494492950953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8713275494492950953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-poder-de-um-relacionamento-esta-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-1959898893589521427</id><published>2010-06-02T11:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:52:44.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Certas coisas só são amargas se a gente as engole."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Millôr Fernandes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-1959898893589521427?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1959898893589521427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/certas-coisas-so-sao-amargas-se-gente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1959898893589521427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1959898893589521427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/certas-coisas-so-sao-amargas-se-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-1869777679208449365</id><published>2010-05-31T12:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T12:19:31.211-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;É tão difícil manter o pé no chão quando simplesmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tudo te faz flutuar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-1869777679208449365?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1869777679208449365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-tao-dificil-manter-o-pe-no-chao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1869777679208449365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1869777679208449365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-tao-dificil-manter-o-pe-no-chao.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3269612510482717918</id><published>2010-05-20T11:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:55:07.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Frase Perfeita:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Metade de mim é amor, a outra metade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sou EU, quem quiser que se encaixe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ai que preguiça de vir aqui escrever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Preguiça de PENSAR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-3269612510482717918?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3269612510482717918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/frase-perfeita-metade-de-mim-e-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3269612510482717918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3269612510482717918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/frase-perfeita-metade-de-mim-e-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-7925181211316211128</id><published>2010-05-10T12:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:17:26.052-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E tá começando tudo de novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh, não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-7925181211316211128?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7925181211316211128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-ta-comecando-tudo-de-novo-oh-nao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7925181211316211128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7925181211316211128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-ta-comecando-tudo-de-novo-oh-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-1076436486631899700</id><published>2010-04-24T17:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:58:47.644-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Charme do mundo

Eu tenho febre, eu sei&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;É um fogo leve que eu peguei&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Do mar, ou de amar, não sei&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Mas deve ser da idade&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Acho que o mundo faz charme&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;E que ele sabe como encantar&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Por isso sou levada, e vou&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Nessa magia de verdade&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;O fato é que sou sua amiga,&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Ele me intriga demais&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;É um mundo tão novo&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Que mundo mais louco,&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Até mais que eu&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;É febre, amor,&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;E eu quero mais,&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o que quero,&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Sério,&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;É todo esse mistério...&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Renata Arruda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-1076436486631899700?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1076436486631899700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/charme-do-mundo-eu-tenho-febre-eu-sei-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1076436486631899700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/1076436486631899700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/charme-do-mundo-eu-tenho-febre-eu-sei-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-4888973747670374928</id><published>2010-04-02T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T19:39:16.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Esta vida que vives agora e que já viveste, deverás vivê-la mais uma  vez e inumeráveis vezes ainda; e não haverá nada de novo nela, mas cada  dor, cada prazer, cada pensamento e cada suspiro, e tudo que existe de  indizivelmente pequeno e grande na tua vida deverá retornar a ti."&lt;/span&gt;
 &lt;b style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), filósofo alemão. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-4888973747670374928?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4888973747670374928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/esta-vida-que-vives-agora-e-que-ja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4888973747670374928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4888973747670374928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/esta-vida-que-vives-agora-e-que-ja.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3324010901784140393</id><published>2010-03-20T16:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:01:53.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que é Estabilidade?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É ter a certeza de que está tudo bem, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou viver na expectativa de que a qualquer momento tudo pode piorar?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estabilidade para mim é sinônimo de Fé, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;acreditar que as coisas estão em Paz e sempre caminhando,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que mesmo naqueles dias em que tudo parece estar Ruim, ou que estamos na beira de um abismo que um simples passo errado pode fazer tudo desmoronar, e que no fundo da alma sempre enxergamos uma pontinha de Luz, e é essa pequena luminosidade que nos faz pensar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que nem sempre tudo está perdido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O segredo é parar de viver com medo de que a qualquer momento as coisas podem mudar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e que mudem mesmo, e que às vezes as coisas ruins que acontecem nas mudanças, nos faz enxergar o que estar por vir de bom e positivo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Melhor de Tudo isso é poder aproveitar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As mudanças, as pessoas, e absolutamente tudo que elas tem a oferecer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-3324010901784140393?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3324010901784140393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-que-e-estabilidade-e-ter-certeza-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3324010901784140393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3324010901784140393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-que-e-estabilidade-e-ter-certeza-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3772997432940608938</id><published>2010-01-05T22:49:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:57:29.583-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2010 Chegou! Uhuuuuuuul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E tem 1 milhão de mudanças acontecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E é isso que me motiva a ser Feliz e querer sempre mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O simples fato de que nada está perdido, e se Você quiser tudo pode mudar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;no mundo e interiormente! É o que está acontecendo agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E a paz interior está no centro de Tudo, e o sorriso espontâneo vem logo em seguida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Trazendo a esperança de um ano mil vezes melhor! E que assim seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Obrigada Deus, pelo aprendizado de 2009 e pelas esperanças de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-3772997432940608938?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3772997432940608938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-chegou-uhuuuuuuul-e-tem-1-milhao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3772997432940608938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3772997432940608938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-chegou-uhuuuuuuul-e-tem-1-milhao.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-7910856509647127259</id><published>2009-12-22T23:56:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:12:01.345-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sem Tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sem Tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sem Tempo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fase meio anti social,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mas muito Feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Conhecimento interior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e a retrospectiva 2009 já ta chegando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Revendo conceitos e tudo mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eatá tudo nas mãos de Deus, por isso não sofro mais quando algo tão desejável não dá certo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Foi vontade dEle, pra que algo maior aconteça. Para que portas se fechem e eu seja capaz de ainda assim enxergar as janelas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Que Deus me proteja, e a todos que Amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-7910856509647127259?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7910856509647127259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/sem-tempo-sem-tempo-sem-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7910856509647127259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7910856509647127259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/sem-tempo-sem-tempo-sem-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-7799300459985141838</id><published>2009-11-29T01:37:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:37:39.476-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Se você decide parar de fumar, &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;de beber e de fazer amor, &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;na verdade você não vive mais tempo; &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;é a vida que parece mais longa."
&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-7799300459985141838?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7799300459985141838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/se-voce-decide-parar-de-fumar-de-beber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7799300459985141838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7799300459985141838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/se-voce-decide-parar-de-fumar-de-beber.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-2960638149695258198</id><published>2009-11-25T23:43:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:43:50.382-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem Tempo de vir aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E tanta coisa pra escrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que desesperooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-2960638149695258198?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2960638149695258198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/sem-tempo-de-vir-aqui-e-tanta-coisa-pra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/2960638149695258198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/2960638149695258198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/sem-tempo-de-vir-aqui-e-tanta-coisa-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-163424418536219476</id><published>2009-11-24T19:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:54:58.023-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faz Todo o Sentido...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Qual seria a sua idade se você não soubesse quantos anos tem?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satchel Paige&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-163424418536219476?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/163424418536219476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/faz-todo-o-sentido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/163424418536219476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/163424418536219476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/faz-todo-o-sentido.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-4371570873908187157</id><published>2009-11-23T01:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T01:07:32.704-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lembremo-nos de que o homem interior se renova sempre. A luta enriquece-o de experiência, a dor aprimora-lhe as emoções e o sacrifício tempera-lhe o caráter. O Espírito encarnado sofre constantes transformações por fora, a fim de acrisolar-se e engrandecer-se por dentro."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chico Xavier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Chico_Xavier/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-4371570873908187157?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4371570873908187157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/lembremo-nos-de-que-o-homem-interior-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4371570873908187157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4371570873908187157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/lembremo-nos-de-que-o-homem-interior-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-5330587531022613307</id><published>2009-11-22T23:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:32:44.348-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Que Paz é essa meu Deus do Céu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Obrigada por todas as Alegrias de sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E por me fazer perceber que é possível sim filtrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a felicidade e o aprendizado em tudo, em qualquer coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Que refletir sobre tudo a sua volta, atitudes, pessoas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sentimentos e amizades não é tão ruim assim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E muito obrigada também por me defender, que mesmo eu insistindo, insistindo, insistindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ufa! Não era sua vontade e ponto final. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pronto parei de tentar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E hoje ficando sozinha um dia todo, coisa que eu não fazia a meses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;aprendi que ficar sozinha faz um bem danado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E que não adianta fugir, na hora de dormir é só Você e o travesseiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Um encontro inevitável, que eu ja aprendi a aproveitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E tirar o melhor de tudo! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Semana nova com certeza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;fim de semana foi ótimo, foi repensável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E que venha muito mais e tudo de melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hoje, amanhã, sempre e Amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Aplausos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-5330587531022613307?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5330587531022613307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/que-paz-e-essa-meu-deus-do-ceu-obrigada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5330587531022613307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5330587531022613307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/que-paz-e-essa-meu-deus-do-ceu-obrigada.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3292009534152666929</id><published>2009-11-21T20:45:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:13:49.945-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto tempo que eu não vinha aqui!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que saudades de escrever... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De por tudo pra fora, de chorar através das palavras e desabafar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quanta coisa mudou desde a última vez que eu escrevi aqui,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quantos caminhos se abriram e quantas portas se fecharam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu mudei, minha vida mudou, minhas atitudes, meus pensamentos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minha rotina e minha história. Não sei se as coisas melhoraram...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu me perdi tentando me encontrar, fiz algumas pessoas sofrerem, fiz um monte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de gente se preocupar comigo, dei um trabalhão! Rsrsrs... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuo ainda, meio perdida e sem rumo, como sempre depositando &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esperanças em falsos ideais, ainda não aceitei que preciso de mudanças,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que a minha alma anda me procurando, que a minha essência está guardada em &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;algum lugar que eu ainda não sei onde é. É difícil aceitar o que está me fazendo mal, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesmo eu tendo a certeza que não é o certo. E como sempre Deus tem toda a razão, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e vive me mostrando isso todos os dias, esfrega na minha cara o que eu tenho que fazer, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é um grande mapa, só eu não tenho a coragem de seguí-lo para encontrar o tesouro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É difícil acordar, mas não é impossível, às vezes tenho medo de dormir, de ficar sozinha,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ter que conversar comigo mesma, e perceber o quanto eu já errei. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô cansada, da vida e de tudo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas Deus nunca deixa eu perder todo o entusiamo, me faz ter noites de sono tranquilo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me faz ter a maior fé do mundo, me faz sorrir. Me impulsiona. Quanto as pessoas mais importantes da minha vida fazem exatamente a mesma coisa, tenho vários Deus em minha vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e sou grata a O Grande Criador, que mesmo sabendo que a filha dele não tá lá essas coisas, nunca, nunca me abandona. Comecei esse texto, cansada e desiludida, ele possui altos e baixos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e por tudo isso pra fora faz muito bem, ter consciência dos próprios erros, e saber que é necessário fazer mudanças já é o primeiro passo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mãos a obra Dona Liliane! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus dá um milhão de chances, aproveite todas, não perca-as e não se perca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-3292009534152666929?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3292009534152666929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/quanto-tempo-que-eu-nao-vinha-aqui-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3292009534152666929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3292009534152666929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/quanto-tempo-que-eu-nao-vinha-aqui-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-6199645035418381131</id><published>2009-08-09T21:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:55:21.921-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;digo que o fim do Mundo existe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e tá logo aí... bem na nossa CARA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nas palavras não Ditas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nos sofrimentos Reprimidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nos sentimentos Machucados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No silêncio sem Sentido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Na falta de Caráter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No exagero da Loucura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Na loucura Contida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Na repressão do Peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Na Acomodação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Na falta de Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Na falta da Oração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Na falta de confiança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Na falta da Paz Interior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Na falta de Amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No exagero de Inimigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Na falta de sorrisos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Na confiança Perdida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nas expectativas mal colocadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enfim, fim do Mundo é isso pra Mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E todo dia a gente passa por um fim de mundo diferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;é só ter o controle de não deixar que coisas assim destruam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o seu Mundo, sua Paz, e que não façam endurecer seu Coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-6199645035418381131?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6199645035418381131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-digo-que-o-fim-do-mundo-existe-e-ta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/6199645035418381131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/6199645035418381131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-digo-que-o-fim-do-mundo-existe-e-ta.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-8667313972446847392</id><published>2009-08-04T19:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:30:42.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Quando a gente muda o foco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;toda a situação muda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E fica muito mais fácil enfrentá-las quando agente para,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;e analisa por outro prisma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-8667313972446847392?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8667313972446847392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-gente-muda-o-foco-toda-situacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8667313972446847392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8667313972446847392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-gente-muda-o-foco-toda-situacao.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-641690261549032367</id><published>2009-08-03T02:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:09:08.714-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deus Existe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e é ele que tem me procurado ultimamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De uma forma meio dolorosa eu sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas tá valendo a pena, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ele sabe o que faz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E eu tô seguindo as instruções Dele direitinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-641690261549032367?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/641690261549032367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/deus-existe-e-e-ele-que-tem-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/641690261549032367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/641690261549032367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/deus-existe-e-e-ele-que-tem-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-4614221634932849938</id><published>2009-07-29T21:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:53:22.609-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quase dois meses que eu não passava por aqui. &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Totalmente sem inspiração, ou talvez sem tristezas no coração...&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Pois dizem que é nas horas mais tristes que os escritores fazem suas grandes obras! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não que agora eu esteja triste. &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Mas deu saudade de por alguma coisa pra fora.&lt;/strong&gt;


&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tô com saudade de entrar num Lar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me aconchegar numa sala grande e quentinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sentir a proteção de Braços envolventes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Encostar num peito e poder cochilar sem hora pra despertar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ouvir as batidas de um coração que pulse igual ao meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nem precisa ser na mesma sintonia, só basta que seja junto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quero pés, risos e corpos encaixados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Olhares revigorantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Risadas sem fim, projeções futuras, incansáveis amanhãs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E que seja tudo tão simples, descrito como está aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que seja como numa Oração, que venha para acalentar, salvar e dividir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que seja fácil de encontrar, assim como nas horas tristes encontramos á Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-4614221634932849938?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4614221634932849938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/quase-dois-meses-que-eu-nao-passava-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4614221634932849938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4614221634932849938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/quase-dois-meses-que-eu-nao-passava-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3550892304348848923</id><published>2009-06-03T10:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:48:59.109-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa semana chorei por Você,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;logo em seguida descobri que era apenas TPM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menos mal, afinal!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E Você não passa disso, simples alteração de ciclo menstrual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-3550892304348848923?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3550892304348848923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/essa-semana-chorei-por-voce-logo-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3550892304348848923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3550892304348848923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/essa-semana-chorei-por-voce-logo-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3318747065080959120</id><published>2009-05-07T10:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:57:03.547-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Percebi que só gosto de escrever a noite,&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;por isso tô demorando tanto tempo pra vir aqui!&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ponderando sentimentos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;afim de que eles nunca me enganem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Mas quem é que consegue frear o coração?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-3318747065080959120?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3318747065080959120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/percebi-que-so-gosto-de-escrever-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3318747065080959120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3318747065080959120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/percebi-que-so-gosto-de-escrever-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-9129348747019802139</id><published>2009-05-01T00:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:21:47.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Mas de tudo isso, me ficaram coisas tão boas... Uma lembrança boa de você, uma vontade de cuidar melhor de mim, de ser melhor para mim e para os outros. De não morrer, de não sufocar, de continuar sentindo encantamento por alguma outra pessoa que o futuro trará, porque sempre traz, e então não repetir nenhum comportamento. Ser novo."&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-9129348747019802139?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9129348747019802139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/mas-de-tudo-isso-me-ficaram-coisas-tao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/9129348747019802139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/9129348747019802139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/mas-de-tudo-isso-me-ficaram-coisas-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-9084978026873037174</id><published>2009-04-29T10:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:39:43.549-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E que a paz da minha Vida de agora seja eterna! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-9084978026873037174?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9084978026873037174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-que-paz-da-minha-vida-de-agora-seja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/9084978026873037174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/9084978026873037174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-que-paz-da-minha-vida-de-agora-seja.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-4591974180275602514</id><published>2009-04-25T00:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:22:42.205-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"...Porque seu coração é uma ilha&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;A centenas de milhas daqui..." &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-4591974180275602514?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4591974180275602514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4591974180275602514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4591974180275602514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-4998447746276482481</id><published>2009-04-20T21:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:47:28.621-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/Se0XdeqO5JI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xUFslswB7iE/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC04377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326939729463010450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/Se0XdeqO5JI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xUFslswB7iE/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC04377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E que meus sonhos jamais me impeçam de encarar a realidade de agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;É livre sonhar, sonhar coisas melhores com o que realmente está acontecendo, e não fantasiar baseado naquilo que você deseja apenas.&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/2168433248933047197-4998447746276482481?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4998447746276482481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-que-meus-sonhos-jamais-me-impecam-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4998447746276482481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4998447746276482481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-que-meus-sonhos-jamais-me-impecam-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/Se0XdeqO5JI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xUFslswB7iE/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC04377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-9059932285614030747</id><published>2009-04-09T22:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:34:44.404-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;É triste pensar em Você como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;alguém que chegou e já vai ter que ir embora! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;Não por falta de vontade, mas por ausência de futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;E a saudade já é grande de um período muito curto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;porém intenso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-9059932285614030747?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9059932285614030747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/9059932285614030747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/9059932285614030747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao.html' title='Não!'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-8393940240144027624</id><published>2009-04-08T10:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:34:58.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre as certezas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;P. McWilliams diz que as “certezas” são drogas fortíssimas, nas quais nos viciamos com facilidade.
O que é melhor: ser feliz ou estar certo? Eis a questão que os mestres sempre perguntam.
Se a resposta for: “ser feliz”, então nós somos livres.
Se a resposta for “estar certo”, teremos um caminho miserável, porque tudo neste universo é relativo.
Julgando o mundo na base do certo e errado, temos necessidade de administrar esta justiça.  Passamos a viver entre o ressentimento e a culpa.
Seremos carrascos dos outros, e vítimas de nós mesmos.
Por outro lado, ser feliz não significa fazer tudo que dá vontade.
Mas basta seguir uma frase de Jesus -” amai ao próximo como a ti mesmo” - e as coisas se encaixam.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-8393940240144027624?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8393940240144027624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/sobre-as-certezas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8393940240144027624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/8393940240144027624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/sobre-as-certezas.html' title='Sobre as certezas...'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-7880454230087322112</id><published>2009-03-31T10:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:43:28.802-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/SdIcW4hvNYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/TAQ5WtKEXLM/s1600-h/xd8jya.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319345289334568322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/SdIcW4hvNYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/TAQ5WtKEXLM/s400/xd8jya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Na verdade o que faltou foi equilíbrio, o que eu sentia por Você era muito mais do que aquilo que Você tinha a oferecer. E equilíbrio no Amor é fundamental, ele tem que surgir de ambas as partes. Mas no fim alguém sempre ama mais e tem mais a oferecer, ou o outro não tem nada a oferecer ou até mesmo não é capaz de receber tamanho Amor. E eu não lhe culpo não, talvez o melhor para mim seja assim, talvez isso me faça repensar em muitas coisas, talvez isso me faça viver inúmeras experiências que talvez eu não viveria se aqueles encontros tivessem dado certo. É triste e vazio dizer isso, mas que bom que Você não me quis! E melhor ainda é poder ter (as vezes) o controle das emoções e pensar racionalmente no que é melhor para mim e para o meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-7880454230087322112?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7880454230087322112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/na-verdade-o-que-faltou-foi-equilibrio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7880454230087322112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/7880454230087322112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/na-verdade-o-que-faltou-foi-equilibrio.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/SdIcW4hvNYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/TAQ5WtKEXLM/s72-c/xd8jya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-4327440365666160770</id><published>2009-03-31T10:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:29:10.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"No começo, Liesel não conseguiu dizer nada. Talvez fosse a súbita turbulência do amor que sentiu por ele. Ou será que sempre o tinha amado? Era provável. Impedida como estava de falar, desejou que ele a beijasse. Quis que ele arrastasse sua mão e a puxasse para si. Não importava onde a beijasse. Na boca, no pescoço, na face. Sua pele estava vazia para o beijo, esperando".


A menina que roubava livros - Markus Zusak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-4327440365666160770?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4327440365666160770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-comeco-liesel-nao-conseguiu-dizer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4327440365666160770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/4327440365666160770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-comeco-liesel-nao-conseguiu-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3969625607319820079</id><published>2009-03-25T01:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:10:57.961-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que não seria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/Scm8Dn2pbAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/aJLicsTqdh0/s1600-h/jp.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316987605511400450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/Scm8Dn2pbAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/aJLicsTqdh0/s400/jp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E por achar que meu coração é seu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;fico me guardando inutilmente pra Você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Só porque meus pensamentos são seus não quer dizer que a minha alma seja também. E por basear expectativas no seu amor infundado, eu vivo achando que um dia sua alma será minha, assim como meus pensamentos (agora) são seus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Porque por longos períodos da minha vida Você apenas ficou guardado, e nesses períodos por nenhuma noite você me invadiu assim como faz agora. Talvez eu não entenda que sentimento é esse que nutro por você, e que em outras ocasiões algúem supriu por mim. Mas é tão fácil sentí-lo e flui tão naturalmente, que nem procuro saber se há alguém no mundo que sinta por mim o mesmo que sinto por Você. Por que não faria sentido, por que não teria graça e muito menos importância... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Por que não seria Você, simplesmente porque não seria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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/2168433248933047197-3969625607319820079?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3969625607319820079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-por-achar-que-meu-coracao-e-seu-fico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3969625607319820079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3969625607319820079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-por-achar-que-meu-coracao-e-seu-fico.html' title='Por que não seria...'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/Scm8Dn2pbAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/aJLicsTqdh0/s72-c/jp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-5581178890200627278</id><published>2009-03-25T00:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:49:23.724-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Lindo :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo. Isso é fato. Não é nenhuma novidade para você. Você me conhece bem. Se não conhece é porque lhe faltou sensibilidade, pois todos os caminhos e alternativas para isso eu lhe dei. Acontece que eu não te conheço. E o pior. Você não parece querer me mostrar quem é de verdade. Eu sei que de alguma forma toquei o seu coração. Sei que vez ou outra você se pensa em mim. Talvez não pense, mas deixa eu acreditar que sim. O que não entendo é porque você não consegue ser direto, porque não me mostra quem você é. Às vezes te sinto como um estranho. Por mais que meu coração te reconheça e bata por você, minha mente não assimila tua essência de agora com aquela que um dia eu conheci. Não tenha dúvidas quanto ao meu sentimento. Porque ainda te amo. Mas me amo muito mais, e não vou deixar de viver só porque você não quer fazer parte da minha vida.
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&lt;strong&gt;Blog da Dra. Repolha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-5581178890200627278?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5581178890200627278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/que-lindo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5581178890200627278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5581178890200627278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/que-lindo.html' title='Que Lindo :)'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3731638524359222918</id><published>2009-03-23T08:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:52:59.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossível</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tudo bem quando termina bem
E os seus olhos(e os seus olhos) não estão rasos d'água
Mas eu sei que no coração
Ficaram muitas palavras
Um vocabulário inteiro de ilusão
Tudo que viceja, também pode agonizar
E perder seu brilho em poucas semanas
E não podemos evitar que a vida
Trabalhe com o seu relógio invisível
Tirando o tempo de tudo que é perecível
Oh, oh, oh ... é impossível, é impossível esquecer você
É impossível esquecer o que vivi
É impossível esquecer o que senti
Tudo que morre fica vivo na lembrança
Como é difícil viver carregando um cemitério na cabeça
Mas antes que eu me esqueça,
Antes que tudo se acabe
Eu preciso, eu preciso dizer a verdade
Oh, oh, oh ...
É impossível, é impossível esquecer você
É impossível esquecer o que vivi
É impossível esquecer o que senti
Tudo que morre fica vivo na lembrança
Como é difícil viver carregando um cemitério na cabeça
Mas antes que eu me esqueça (Mas antes que eu me esqueça),
Antes que tudo se acabe
Eu preciso, eu preciso dizer a verdade
Oh, oh, oh ...
É impossível, é impossível esquecer você
É impossível esquecer o que vivi
É impossível esquecer o que senti
É impossível!

É impossível, é impossível esquecer você
É impossível esquecer o que vivi
É impossível esquecer o que senti
Lá, lá, lá...&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Biquini Cavadão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-3731638524359222918?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3731638524359222918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/impossivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3731638524359222918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3731638524359222918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/impossivel.html' title='Impossível'/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-2437019587295625398</id><published>2009-03-20T11:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:20:06.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Há tantas coisas que eu queria poder descrever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;inventar palavras, frases, criar um novo alfabeto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Poder ter a chance de colocar todos os sentimentos num papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E eu estou aqui, mas as palavras fogem e os sentimentos surgem, a cada manhã descubro uma nova sensação, um novo sentimento ainda sem nome, mas sei que tudo é sempre direcionado a Você, e por isso não me desespero por sentir tantas coisas sem nexo, não me sinto perdida, pois sei e conheço bem o Dono de tudo que se passa dentro de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e isso me acalma, e de uma forma extremamente estranha eu descubro que tudo isso é reconfortante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Você me acalma, queria poder explicar como, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mas só consigo sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-2437019587295625398?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2437019587295625398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/ha-tantas-coisas-que-eu-queria-poder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/2437019587295625398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/2437019587295625398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/ha-tantas-coisas-que-eu-queria-poder.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-3349303319237157368</id><published>2009-03-18T11:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:13:34.772-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Que fase Nostálgica que eu tô...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Que vontade de ir embora, e eu vou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Que saudades de Você, que vontade de gritar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E a vida tá tão linda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E o meu coração tá pulsando tanto de esperanças :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E eu adormeço na fé de uma hora acordar e tudo já ter dado certo. E ao mesmo tempo deixo todos os sonhos de lado e Luto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Na dúvida da tentativa, mas agarrada na certeza dos sorrisos que virão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tão bom chorar de alegria! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E o meu coração nem tá cabendo em mim, e eu quero isso pra sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-3349303319237157368?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3349303319237157368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/que-fase-nostalgica-que-eu-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3349303319237157368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/3349303319237157368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/que-fase-nostalgica-que-eu-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-811637938972768376</id><published>2009-03-15T13:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:04:06.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Amor e Odio andam juntos!&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;e eu estou constantemente entre os dois...&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;e isso tudo esta entre voce e eu.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Que Saudades :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-811637938972768376?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/811637938972768376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/amor-e-odio-andam-juntos-e-eu-estou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/811637938972768376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/811637938972768376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/amor-e-odio-andam-juntos-e-eu-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168433248933047197.post-5132258318328716974</id><published>2009-03-10T10:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:32:44.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É a minha cara, é tudo que estou vivendo agora :)

"Quando amamos e acreditamos do fundo de nossa alma, em algo, nos sentimos mais fortes que o mundo, e somos tomados de uma serenidade que vem da certeza de que nada poderá vencer a nossa fé. Esta força estranha faz com que sempre tomemos a decisão certa, na hora exata e, quando atingimos nossos objetivos ficamos surpresos com nossa própria capacidade."

Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168433248933047197-5132258318328716974?l=paraibaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5132258318328716974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-minha-cara-e-tudo-que-estou-vivendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5132258318328716974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168433248933047197/posts/default/5132258318328716974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraibaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-minha-cara-e-tudo-que-estou-vivendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Paraíba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314555705608751322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_At3wxt7vaxQ/TJG-zEHkxbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LRHohftA2jg/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
