<?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-7380313581452397413</id><updated>2012-02-10T04:56:40.629-08:00</updated><category term='Créditos a uma grande amiga: Tassiana Gonçalves'/><title type='text'>Decrescente Lembrança</title><subtitle type='html'>As boas lembranças têm que estar guardadas dentro de nós mesmos para serem eternizadas. Lembranças surgem com um cheiro, uma palavra, uma música. Uma doce lembrança consegue resgatar sorrisos e, de certa forma, nos concede voltar no tempo em pensamento.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-7288244007933558725</id><published>2012-02-10T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T04:56:40.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Será que a sorte virá num realejo?&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo o pão da manhã&lt;br /&gt;A faca e o queijo&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez... um beijo teu&lt;br /&gt;Que me empreste a alegria... que me faça juntar&lt;br /&gt;Todo resto do dia... meu café, meu jantar&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo inteiro...&lt;br /&gt;que é tão fácil de enxergar... E chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Fernando Anitelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00CtqQSAO7I/TzUUA8gqmYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/13ZUQN74Rmg/s1600/tumblr_lj6sfrcixq1qifbjwo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00CtqQSAO7I/TzUUA8gqmYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/13ZUQN74Rmg/s1600/tumblr_lj6sfrcixq1qifbjwo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-7288244007933558725?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/7288244007933558725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/02/realejo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7288244007933558725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7288244007933558725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/02/realejo.html' title='Realejo'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00CtqQSAO7I/TzUUA8gqmYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/13ZUQN74Rmg/s72-c/tumblr_lj6sfrcixq1qifbjwo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-5911443898357788384</id><published>2012-02-09T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:21:16.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando se sente amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando se sente amor, tem-se uma funda ansiedade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É como se eu risse e chorasse ao mesmo tempo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E vem o medo, que essa felicidade não dure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Quero colo, quero beijo, quero cafuné, abraço apertado, mensagem na madrugada, quero flores, quero doces, quero música, vento, cheiros, quero parar de me doar e começar a receber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7aFKW0VIKD4/TzPEdiisewI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9ZNyX7BhgAs/s1600/tumblr_ljzy047okh1qacpy3o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7aFKW0VIKD4/TzPEdiisewI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9ZNyX7BhgAs/s320/tumblr_ljzy047okh1qacpy3o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7aFKW0VIKD4/TzPEdiisewI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9ZNyX7BhgAs/s72-c/tumblr_ljzy047okh1qacpy3o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-8401973548370523334</id><published>2012-02-09T04:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:47:50.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Venha garota triste &lt;br /&gt;Mexa seus olhos cansados &lt;br /&gt;O mundo está te esperando &lt;br /&gt;Talvez todos os seus sonhos preencham o céu vazio &lt;br /&gt;Mas se isso te faz feliz &lt;br /&gt;Continue batendo palmas &lt;br /&gt;Apenas lembre-se: eu estarei ao seu lado &lt;br /&gt;E se você não deixar ir &lt;br /&gt;Irá passar por você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Oasis&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/7380313581452397413-8401973548370523334?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/8401973548370523334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/02/venha-garota-triste-mexa-seus-olhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se eu tiver coragem de dizer que eu meio gosto de você&lt;br /&gt;Você vai fugir a pé?&lt;br /&gt;E se eu falar que você é tudo que eu sempre quis pra ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Você vai pro lado oposto ao que eu estiver? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Clarice Falcão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FmukpN346gU/TzO_7ucRlHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UVaZV6CPTFc/s1600/casal-a-chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FmukpN346gU/TzO_7ucRlHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UVaZV6CPTFc/s320/casal-a-chuva.jpg" 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E todas as estradas que temos que percorrer são tortuosas &lt;br /&gt;E todas as luzes que nos levam até lá nos cegam &lt;br /&gt;Existem muitas coisas que eu gostaria de te dizer &lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei como...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Oasis&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqyNAYKxOWY/TzPKdsu2t_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/8LUx6qhL_DU/s1600/tumblr_lwdicbAsJQ1qg08vto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" 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type='text'>Vamos cuidar do nosso bem-estar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reconheça a magnificência que a vida tem a oferecer... Aproveite a cada instante, mas sem medo, mesmo sem saber o que tem por vir.&lt;br /&gt;Almeje boas companhias, peça bons conselhos, ouça boas músicas e aprecie bem as letras e melodias. Leia bons livros, mas leia de alma entregue; mergulhe na história; torne-se uma personagem.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha limites para a imaginação; a imaginação é a mais bela arte que uma pessoa pode inventar.&lt;br /&gt;Sorria também. Sorrisos abrem caminhos. Cultive o bem para colher bons frutos.&lt;br /&gt;Brigue e exalte a voz quando necessário, porém, por boas causas.&lt;br /&gt;No amor? Ah, nesse sentimento lindo? Viva da melhor maneira possível. Simplifique as coisas, porque o que parecer difícil, sempre vai ter solução. E você viverá os melhores momentos e o mais simples será o inesquecível. E depois de tudo isso, você poderá dizer que está cuidando do seu bem-estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fernanda Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YVYEtwKyOrw/TyqtqZRl8jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OkhJRFi00jE/s1600/bem-estar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YVYEtwKyOrw/TyqtqZRl8jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OkhJRFi00jE/s320/bem-estar.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que eu te adoro cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;E que eu te quero sempre em paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô com sintomas de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Tô pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;E como eu te quero tanto bem&lt;br /&gt;Aonde for não quero dor&lt;br /&gt;Eu tomo conta de você&lt;br /&gt;Mas te quero livre também&lt;br /&gt;Como o tempo vai e o vento vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que você caiba&lt;br /&gt;No meu colo&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu te adoro cada vez mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Marisa Monte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- O Teatro Mágico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D1rJYlflXFU/TygLt31rBTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SysBfFemVP8/s1600/tumblr_lykrrzPSUs1qi1imoo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D1rJYlflXFU/TygLt31rBTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SysBfFemVP8/s320/tumblr_lykrrzPSUs1qi1imoo1_500.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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razão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Legião Urbana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D04JykGWQ48/TybF5m_2-9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Dgf9b9X6KDw/s1600/tumblr_l9vq4uvgZK1qe4150o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D04JykGWQ48/TybF5m_2-9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Dgf9b9X6KDw/s320/tumblr_l9vq4uvgZK1qe4150o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&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/7380313581452397413-343418145000873186?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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estrela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Lobão&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/7380313581452397413-3409238099770655615?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/3409238099770655615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/hora-da-estrela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/3409238099770655615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Isso pra mim é viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Djavan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTG285nInJk/TyLXVDsCjLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fUDRTdDVJ_g/s1600/felicidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTG285nInJk/TyLXVDsCjLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fUDRTdDVJ_g/s320/felicidade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-2849827181290813884?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/2849827181290813884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/linha-do-equador.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/2849827181290813884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/2849827181290813884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/linha-do-equador.html' title='Linha do Equador'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTG285nInJk/TyLXVDsCjLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fUDRTdDVJ_g/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-7882120927116324903</id><published>2012-01-27T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:43:33.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentes Perigosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"A construção de uma sociedade mais solidária é, a meu ver, o grande desafio dos nossos tempos. E para tal empreitada teremos que harmonizar o desenvolvimento tecnológico com uma consciência &amp;nbsp;que não faça qualquer tipo de concessão ao estilo psicopático de ser ou de viver. A luta contra a psicopatia é a luta pelo o que há de mais humano em cada um de nós. E a luta por um mundo mais ético e menos violento, repleto "de gente fina, elegante e sincera".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Ana Beatriz Barbosa Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Livro: Mentes Perigosas: O psicopata mora ao lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-7882120927116324903?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/7882120927116324903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/mentes-perigosas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7882120927116324903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7882120927116324903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/mentes-perigosas.html' title='Mentes Perigosas'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-2550871799039375199</id><published>2012-01-27T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T05:24:07.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero cativar a todos sendo apenas um sujeito simples...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LOqFp48J2U8/TyKiPU_0Z3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/I8srBj8obJM/s1600/O%252BTeatro%252BMgico%252Botm5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LOqFp48J2U8/TyKiPU_0Z3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/I8srBj8obJM/s320/O%252BTeatro%252BMgico%252Botm5.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;escobrir o verdadeiro sentido das coisas é querer saber demais!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando vi que rimar amor com humor funcionava, não só na estética e na melodia, mas no sentido que aquilo tinha pra mim, nunca mais parei de fazer música"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando eu li sobre o Teatro Mágico do Hesse, percebi que era justamente aquilo que eu gostaria de montar: um espetáculo que juntasse tudo numa coisa só, malabaristas, atores, cantores, poetas, palhaços, bailarinas e tudo mais que a minha imaginação pudesse criar. O Teatro Mágico é um lugar onde tudo é possível"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Quando estou no palco, faço questão de frisar que aquele ali sou eu, não é um palhaço ou outro personagem qualquer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ser o que se é, afinal todos somos raros e temos que ter consciência disso"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Eu busquei quem sou. Você pra mim mostrou, que eu não sou sozinha neste mundo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Admiro o que há de lindo e o que há de ser você".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Fernando Anitelli&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/7380313581452397413-2550871799039375199?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/2550871799039375199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/descobrir-o-verdadeiro-sentido-das.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/2550871799039375199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/2550871799039375199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/descobrir-o-verdadeiro-sentido-das.html' title='Quero cativar a todos sendo apenas um sujeito simples...'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LOqFp48J2U8/TyKiPU_0Z3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/I8srBj8obJM/s72-c/O%252BTeatro%252BMgico%252Botm5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-946057814306434248</id><published>2012-01-27T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T04:57:10.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melhor Juntos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não há uma combinação de palavras que eu poderia por no verso de um cartão postal&lt;br /&gt;E nenhuma música que eu poderia cantar, mas eu posso tentar pelo seu coração&lt;br /&gt;E nossos sonhos, e eles são feitos de coisas reais&lt;br /&gt;Como uma caixa de sapatos com adoráveis fotos em sépia&lt;br /&gt;O amor é a resposta ao menos para maioria das perguntas no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Como por que estamos aqui? E aonde nós vamos? E por que é tão difícil?&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre é fácil e às vezes a vida pode ser decepcionante.&lt;br /&gt;Vou te dizer uma coisa, é sempre melhor quando estamos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum... É sempre melhor quando estamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Olharemos para as estrelas quando estivermos juntos&lt;br /&gt;É sempre melhor quando estamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;É sempre melhor quando estamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) Eu acredito em memórias, elas parecem tão bonitas quando eu durmo&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu acordo você parece tão bonita dormindo perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas não há tempo o suficiente&lt;br /&gt;E não há nenhuma música que eu poderia cantar&lt;br /&gt;E não há uma combinação de palavras que eu poderia dizer&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu ainda vou te falar uma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Somos melhores juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Jack Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-13gViWlj4Ls/TyKfIIkk1EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/g3x0f2XJw4s/s1600/tumblr_ls9ghpJzLp1qhya91o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-13gViWlj4Ls/TyKfIIkk1EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/g3x0f2XJw4s/s320/tumblr_ls9ghpJzLp1qhya91o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-946057814306434248?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/946057814306434248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/melhor-juntos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/946057814306434248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/946057814306434248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/melhor-juntos.html' title='Melhor Juntos'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-13gViWlj4Ls/TyKfIIkk1EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/g3x0f2XJw4s/s72-c/tumblr_ls9ghpJzLp1qhya91o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-4338964818372391816</id><published>2012-01-27T04:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T04:49:52.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vamos brindar a vida, meu bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Vanessa da Mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44GNRIT21gY/TyKdVvguX9I/AAAAAAAAAII/gV2QDsQgttg/s1600/curtir-a-vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44GNRIT21gY/TyKdVvguX9I/AAAAAAAAAII/gV2QDsQgttg/s320/curtir-a-vida.jpg" width="318" /&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/7380313581452397413-4338964818372391816?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/4338964818372391816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/vamos-brindar-vida-meu-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/4338964818372391816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/4338964818372391816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/vamos-brindar-vida-meu-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44GNRIT21gY/TyKdVvguX9I/AAAAAAAAAII/gV2QDsQgttg/s72-c/curtir-a-vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-5651506279868317111</id><published>2012-01-26T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:30:05.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sons que confortam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oymv7ewPchk/TyGNhPS9_FI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GZDB_5sBFbA/s1600/sons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oymv7ewPchk/TyGNhPS9_FI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GZDB_5sBFbA/s320/sons.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eram quatro horas da manhã quando seu pai sofreu um colapso cardíaco. Só estavam os&lt;/span&gt; três &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;em casa: o pai, a mãe e ele, um garoto de doze anos. Chamaram o médico da família. E aguardaram. E aguardaram. E aguardaram. Até que o garoto escutou um barulho lá fora. É ele que conta, hoje, adulto: "Nunca na vida ouvira um som mais lindo, mais calmante, do que os pneus daquele carro amassando as folhas de outono empilhadas junto ao meio-fio".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; Inesquecível, para o menino, foi ouvir o som do carro do médico se aproximando, o homem que salvaria seu pai. Na mesma hora em que li esse relato, imaginei um sem-número de sons que nos confortam. A começar pelo choro na sala de parto. Seu filho nasceu. E o mais aliviante para pais que possuem filhos baladeiros: o barulho da chave abrindo a fechadura da porta. Seu filho voltou. E pode parecer mórbido para uns, masoquismo para outros, mas há quem mate a saudade assim: ouvindo pela enésima vez o recado na secretária eletrônica de alguém que já morreu.&lt;br /&gt;Deixando a categoria dos sons magnânimos para a dos sons cotidianos: a voz no auto-falante do aerporto dizendo que a aeronave já se encontra em solo e o embarque será feito dentro de poucos minutos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; O sinal, dentro do teatro, avisando que as luses serão apagadas e o espetáculo irá começar.&lt;br /&gt;O telefone tocando exatamente no horário que se espera, conforme o combinado. Até a musiquinha que antecede a chamada a cobrar pode ser bem-vinda, se for grande a ansiedade para se falar com alguém distante.&lt;br /&gt;O barulho da chuva forte no meio da madrugada, quando você está no quentinho da sua cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma conversa em outro idioma na mesa ao lado da sua, provocando a falsa sensação de que você está viajando, de férias em algum lugar estrangeiro. E estando em algum lugar estrangeiro, ouvir o seu idioma natal sendo falado por alguém que passou, fazendo você lembrar que o mundo não é tão vasto assim.&lt;br /&gt;O toque do interfone quando se aguarda ansiosamente a chegada do namorado. Ou mesmo a chegada da pizza.&lt;br /&gt;O aviso sonoro de que entrou um torpedo no seu celular.&lt;br /&gt;A sirene da fébrica anunciando o fim de mais um dia de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;O sinal da hora do recreio.&lt;br /&gt;A música que você mais gosta tocando no rádio do carro. Aumente o volume.&lt;br /&gt;O aplauso depois que você, nervoso, falou em público para dezenas de desconhecidos.&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro eu te amo dito por quem você também começou a amar.&lt;br /&gt;E o mais raro e sublime de todos: o silêncio absoluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Martha Medeiros&lt;br /&gt;Livro: Feliz por nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-5651506279868317111?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/5651506279868317111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-6176674294363988973</id><published>2012-01-26T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:19:10.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorir Papel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lohWG27n-Y0/TyGK8XT3moI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cA5nVLJ9JVs/s1600/arco-iris%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lohWG27n-Y0/TyGK8XT3moI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cA5nVLJ9JVs/s320/arco-iris%5B1%5D.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"É um vento que passa e que leva&lt;br /&gt;Raia o brilho de cor amarela&lt;br /&gt;Planta o pé no chão&lt;br /&gt;O amor dando volta na terra&lt;br /&gt;Arco íris de luz aquarela&lt;br /&gt;Banda coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver o pôr do sol&lt;br /&gt;Me dê a mão&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrela só&lt;br /&gt;Não é constelação&lt;br /&gt;Sem destino vamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Passear feito nuvens no céu&lt;br /&gt;Derramar a tinta colorir papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um vento que passa e que leva&lt;br /&gt;Raia o brilho de cor amarela&lt;br /&gt;Planta o pé no chão&lt;br /&gt;O amor dando volta na terra&lt;br /&gt;Arco íris de luz aquarela&lt;br /&gt;Banda coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver o pôr do sol&lt;br /&gt;Me dê a mão&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrela só&lt;br /&gt;Não é constelação&lt;br /&gt;Sem destino vamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Passear feito nuvens no céu&lt;br /&gt;Derramar a tinta colorir papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E amanhecer nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Perfume, bem me quer&lt;br /&gt;Tem biscoito, queijo, bolo&lt;br /&gt;Leite no café."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Via Circular&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/7380313581452397413-6176674294363988973?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/6176674294363988973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/colorir-papel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/6176674294363988973'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Não Me Deixe Só</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Não me deixe só&lt;br /&gt;Tenho desejos maiores&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero beijos intermináveis&lt;br /&gt;Até que os olhos mudem de cor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Vanessa da Mata&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/7380313581452397413-3692426967352341813?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/3692426967352341813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-me-deixe-so.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='text'>[/Lamentação]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dizem que a vida é não esperar que a tempestade passe, mas aprender a dançar na chuva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lamentação é algo sem fundamento, porque se você apenas desejar por mudança, isso não vai acontecer. Mesmo com as dificuldades, encare o que lhe for imposto. Crie força nas dificuldades e, assim, as lamentações ficaram para trás e você vai conseguir enxergar tudo com outros olhos; um olhar mais crítico e objetivo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Fernanda Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nnvLTHl5P-U/TyGDAHpOABI/AAAAAAAAAHo/o0YrXsk0GpY/s1600/dan%C3%A7ar+%C3%A0+chuva.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nnvLTHl5P-U/TyGDAHpOABI/AAAAAAAAAHo/o0YrXsk0GpY/s320/dan%C3%A7ar+%C3%A0+chuva.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-7322680618054561985?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/7322680618054561985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/dizem-que-vida-e-nao-esperar-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7322680618054561985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7322680618054561985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/dizem-que-vida-e-nao-esperar-que.html' title='[/Lamentação]'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nnvLTHl5P-U/TyGDAHpOABI/AAAAAAAAAHo/o0YrXsk0GpY/s72-c/dan%C3%A7ar+%C3%A0+chuva.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-8784379181582505358</id><published>2012-01-26T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:24:10.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De Janeiro a Janeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Olhe bem no fundo dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E sinta a emoção que nascerá quando você me olhar&lt;br /&gt;O universo conspira a nosso favor&lt;br /&gt;A conseqüência do destino é o amor, pra sempre vou te amar. Mas talvez, você não entenda&lt;br /&gt;Essa coisa de fazer o mundo acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que meu amor, não será passageiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Te amarei de janeiro a janeiro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até o mundo acabar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Nando Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPEeyVG7k14/TyF-JL_NgBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5OKt4x4kNO4/s1600/5175337801_be89d52df5_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPEeyVG7k14/TyF-JL_NgBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5OKt4x4kNO4/s1600/5175337801_be89d52df5_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-8784379181582505358?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/8784379181582505358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-janeiro-janeiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/8784379181582505358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/8784379181582505358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-janeiro-janeiro.html' title='De Janeiro a Janeiro'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPEeyVG7k14/TyF-JL_NgBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5OKt4x4kNO4/s72-c/5175337801_be89d52df5_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-6473340124820641158</id><published>2012-01-26T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T05:49:20.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele e seus Heterônimos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa, nasceu em 13 de Julho de 1888, na cidade de Lisboa em Portugal. Poeta e escritor português. Pessoa é considerado junto de Luís Vaz de Camões um dos mais importantes poetas de língua portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;O poeta teve uma vida discreta,atuou no jornalismo, comércio, na publicidade e, principalmente, na literatura, onde criou várias outras personalidades conhecidas como heterônimos.&lt;br /&gt;Por ter vivido a maior parte de sua adolescência na África do Sul, a língua inglesa também possui destaque em sua vida, com Pessoa traduzindo, escrevendo, trabalhando e estudando no idioma. Teve uma vida discreta, em que atuou no jornalismo, na publicidade, no comércio e, principalmente, na literatura, onde se desdobrou em várias outras personalidades conhecidas como heterônimos.&lt;br /&gt;Vive sua vida praticamente toda em Portugal, dedicando-se a sua maior paixão, a literatura.&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa morreu em 30 de Novembro de 1935.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtncxXT8BMo/TyFYnAwuqGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VDvTlKk4S48/s1600/260px-216_2310-Fernando-Pessoa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtncxXT8BMo/TyFYnAwuqGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VDvTlKk4S48/s1600/260px-216_2310-Fernando-Pessoa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Pensamentos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Um dia de chuva é tão belo como um dia de sol. Ambos existem; cada um como é." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Tudo vale a pena quando a alma não é pequena." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu sou do tamanho daquilo que vejo, e não do tamanho da minha altura."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas, que já tem a forma do nosso corpo, e esquecer os nossos caminhos, que nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares. É o tempo da travessia: e, se não ousarmos fazê-la, teremos ficado, para sempre, à margem de nós mesmos." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As vezes ouço passar o vento; e só de ouvir o vento passar, vale a pena ter nascido."&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/7380313581452397413-6473340124820641158?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/6473340124820641158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/ele-e-seus-heteronimos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/6473340124820641158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/6473340124820641158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/ele-e-seus-heteronimos.html' title='Ele e seus Heterônimos'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtncxXT8BMo/TyFYnAwuqGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VDvTlKk4S48/s72-c/260px-216_2310-Fernando-Pessoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-7681526822812145774</id><published>2012-01-26T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T04:11:51.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dor que dói mais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Saudade é nunca mais querer saber de quem se ama, e ainda assim, doer".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Martha Medeiros -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVakoW2Yhh0/TyFDAlS0wKI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eHGEGvC67Nc/s1600/saudade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVakoW2Yhh0/TyFDAlS0wKI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eHGEGvC67Nc/s320/saudade.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-7681526822812145774?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/7681526822812145774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/dor-que-doi-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7681526822812145774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7681526822812145774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/dor-que-doi-mais.html' title='A dor que dói mais'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVakoW2Yhh0/TyFDAlS0wKI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eHGEGvC67Nc/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-3893204238212555585</id><published>2012-01-25T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T09:01:11.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Eu quero paz&lt;br /&gt;Quero dançar com outro par&lt;br /&gt;pra variar, amor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Ela fazia muitos planos&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria estar ali&lt;br /&gt;Sempre ao lado dela&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tinha aonde ir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Os dias que eu me vejo só&lt;br /&gt;São dias que eu me encontro mais&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo assim eu sei tão bem&lt;br /&gt;existe alguém pra me libertar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Abre a janela agora&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que o sol te veja&lt;br /&gt;É só lembrar que o amor é tão maior&lt;br /&gt;Que estamos sós no céu&lt;br /&gt;Abre as cortinas pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não me escondo de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;O amor já desvendou nosso lugar&lt;br /&gt;E agora está de bem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Deixa ser.&lt;br /&gt;Como será.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já posto em meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Num continente ao revés,&lt;br /&gt;em preto e branco, em hotéis.&lt;br /&gt;Numa moldura clara e simples sou aquilo que se vê."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(Los Hermanos)&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/7380313581452397413-3893204238212555585?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-2871010593402436995</id><published>2012-01-25T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T08:54:41.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"São as pequenas coisas que valem mais.&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom estarmos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Tão simples: um dia perfeito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Legião Urbana – Um Dia Perfeito) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #555555; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #555555; 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Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RVp1QAB0Sl4/TyAzlo4nSPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1iGygrpb-Rk/s72-c/dia+perfeito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-383839484363722726</id><published>2012-01-25T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T05:36:51.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A estrada é longa e vai além do que se vê</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estou sozinha e não sei qual é o meu destino. &lt;br /&gt;O mundo é amplo demais para saber o que eu quero ao certo. &lt;br /&gt;Incertezas surgem a todo o momento. Não tenho certeza de absolutamente nada. &lt;br /&gt;Não sei se amanhã estarei aqui almejando isso que afirmo hoje com todas as letras, que é o meu desejo. &lt;br /&gt;Quero ir além e buscar o melhor que a vida tem a me oferecer. Mas, aí é que está: o que a vida tem a me oferecer? O que eu realmente espero que ela me ofereça? &lt;br /&gt;Realmente eu não sei. Não sei mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;Não quero o que dizem que é bom ou o que é o mais correto. Quero aquilo que faz minha pulsação acelerar. Quero aquilo que me faça ir além de todas as minhas expectativas. &lt;br /&gt;Não quero monotonia. Paz e tranqüilidade sim, mas rotina planejada, não. &lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho informações nem atalhos. Já andei por muitas estradas, mas não sei exatamente onde eu quero parar. &lt;br /&gt;“Quando decidimos algo para as nossas vidas, achamos que aquilo é o correto ou o que nos convém”. Mas, quem pode afirmar isso? &lt;br /&gt;Sim. O que eu escolho pra mim, eu realmente, acho que é o mais importante. Tento de todas as formas acreditar que é a melhor escolha. &lt;br /&gt;Mas, não quero me prender a nada, porque estou aqui apenas de passagem, como uma mera personagem. E, a única coisa que eu quero e que eu tenho certeza, é que eu quero saborear com imenso prazer o que isso tudo têm a oferecerem para mim. &lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir o vento bater no meu rosto. Quero sentir os meus pés saírem do chão, mas ponderadamente, pois preciso que eles voltem. &lt;br /&gt;Se tivesse a chance de fazer algo que não está no meu alcance, escolheria poder voltar no tempo e resgatar tudo o que um dia tenha passado despercebido e viver novamente os meus melhores momentos, porque a estrada é longa e não sou obrigada a seguir em frente apenas. Existem curvas e bifurcações, que podem ser encaradas também. Basta engatar a marcha e seguir em frente. &lt;br /&gt;No fim dessa estrada não sei o que encontrarei. &lt;br /&gt;Na verdade nem sei se encontrarei esse fim de estrada. Mas o que importa é seguir a diante e fazer o meu caminho, independente dos obstáculos, que irão surgir, com toda certeza. &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que eu mude o meu caminho; minha rota. O que eu anseio em minha essência, não mudará. Isso é meu e ninguém muda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Fernanda Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-383839484363722726?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/383839484363722726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/estrada-e-longa-e-vai-alem-do-que-se-ve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/383839484363722726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/383839484363722726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/estrada-e-longa-e-vai-alem-do-que-se-ve.html' title='A estrada é longa e vai além do que se vê'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-8413077793552226901</id><published>2012-01-25T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T09:12:39.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor que você tem a oferecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dentro de um abraço&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; Martha Medeiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde é que você gostaria de estar agora, nesse exato momento? &lt;br /&gt;Fico pensando nos lugares paradisíacos onde já estive,  e que não me custaria nada reprisar: num determinado restaurante de uma ilha grega, em diversas praias do Brasil e do mundo, na casa de bons amigos, em algum vilarejo europeu, numa estrada bela e vazia, no meio de um show espetacular,  numa sala de cinema assistindo à estreia de um filme muito esperado e, principalmente, no meu quarto e na minha  cama, que nenhum hotel cinco estrelas consegue superar – a intimidade da gente é irreproduzível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso também listar os lugares onde não gostaria de estar: num leito de hospital, numa fila de banco, numa reunião  de condomínio, presa num elevador, em meio a um trânsito congestionado, numa cadeira de dentista.  E então? Somando os prós e os contras, as boas e más opções, onde, afinal, é o melhor lugar do mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu palpite: dentro de um abraço. Que lugar melhor para uma criança, para um idoso, para uma mulher apaixonada, para um adolescente com  medo, para um doente, para alguém solitário? Dentro de um abraço é sempre quente, é sempre seguro. Dentro de um abraço não se ouve o tic-tac dos relógios e, se faltar luz, tanto melhor. Tudo o que você pensa e sofre, dentro de um abraço se dissolve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que lugar melhor para um recém-nascido, para um recém-chegado, para um recém-demitido, para um recém contratado? Dentro de um abraço nenhuma situação é incerta, o futuro não amedronta, estacionamos confortavelmente em meio ao paraíso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O rosto contra o peito de quem te abraça, as batidas do coração dele e as suas, o silêncio que sempre se faz durante esse envolvimento físico: nada há para se reivindicar ou agradecer, dentro de um abraço voz nenhuma se faz necessária, está tudo dito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que lugar no mundo é melhor para se estar? Na frente de uma lareira com um livro estupendo, em meio a um estádio lotado vendo seu time golear, num almoço em família onde todos estão se divertindo, num final de tarde à beiramar, deitado num parque olhando para o céu, na cama com a pessoa que você mais ama? Difícil bater essa última alternativa, mas onde começa o amor, senão dentro do primeiro abraço? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns o consideram como algo sufocante, querem logo se desvencilhar dele. Até entendo que há momentos em que é preciso estar fora de alcance, livre de qualquer tentáculo. Esse desejo de se manter solto é legítimo, mas hoje me permita não endossar manifestações de alforria. Entrando na semana dos namorados, recomendo fazer reserva num local aconchegante e naturalmente aquecido: dentro de um abraço que te baste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xLM2lQmYgdA/TyAqDhWe2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-c-Y3hX2748/s1600/1271955642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xLM2lQmYgdA/TyAqDhWe2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-c-Y3hX2748/s320/1271955642.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-8413077793552226901?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/8413077793552226901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-melhor-que-voce-tem-oferecer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/8413077793552226901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/8413077793552226901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-melhor-que-voce-tem-oferecer.html' title='O melhor que você tem a oferecer'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xLM2lQmYgdA/TyAqDhWe2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-c-Y3hX2748/s72-c/1271955642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-2662937641934768398</id><published>2011-12-16T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:03:37.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continue subindo, e não se esqueça: lá em cima existem sempre outros amigos, mais verdades, mais amores e desafios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ophrVLcOBqc/TuvN0WfvR8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/WLsPSNGFueA/s1600/pai-e-filho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="309" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ophrVLcOBqc/TuvN0WfvR8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/WLsPSNGFueA/s320/pai-e-filho.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;''Continue subindo, a vista vale a pena. Apesar de tudo que tenta te fazer desistir, continue subindo. Lá em cima a gente pode ver as coisas de forma mais clara, um sonho visto de cima nos revela detalhes preciosos.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que tenha alcançado um sonho, escolha outro. Esteja satisfeito com o número de sonhos que carrega e não com a quantidade que realiza. Em toda esquina a gente encontra uma barreira, eu pretendo começar a vê-la como um lugar para descansar e jamais como um motivo para não continuar.&lt;br /&gt;Faça o que fizer, aconteça o que acontecer, continue. O tempo não para nem para que os olhos descansem. Prossiga, mas não tente competir com o tempo; ele corre, e isso não quer dizer que você também tenha que correr. Não espere que falte azul para olhar para o céu; não espere faltar alguém para você sentir saudades e encontrá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;A vida vai fazer a gente descer do salto, chorar como uma criança, ter raiva cega. Mas a gente precisa continuar, porque a vista, essa REALMENTE vale a pena.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tassiana Santos&lt;/i&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/7380313581452397413-2662937641934768398?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/2662937641934768398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/12/continue-subindo-e-nao-se-esqueca-la-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/2662937641934768398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/2662937641934768398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/12/continue-subindo-e-nao-se-esqueca-la-em.html' title='Continue subindo, e não se esqueça: lá em cima existem sempre outros amigos, mais verdades, mais amores e desafios...'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ophrVLcOBqc/TuvN0WfvR8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/WLsPSNGFueA/s72-c/pai-e-filho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-8069616749737324792</id><published>2011-12-15T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:28:10.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquele último abraço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fazer ou concordar com algo que vai contra sua vontade. Isso, firmemente, não é bom. Você sente aquele aperto no peito, aquela angústia, porque na verdade a última coisa que você queria era que aquilo não passasse de um sonho. Os sonhos a gente pode deixar ali dentro de nossos travesseiros, ainda mais quando eles não são bons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Essa chuva batendo na janela traz grandes recordações. Ela me faz lembrar daquele dia, que jamais esqueceremos, daquele dia que um teve que concordar com o outro sem ter vontade, da nossa despedida, do nosso adeus. A principio parecia muito triste, porque aquele turbilhão de coisas passavam-se todos na minha mente e eu não via razão para aquilo ter chegado aonde chegou. Mas, a realidade era aquela. E, naquele exato momento, não iríamos conseguir reverter aquele quadro. Posso dizer que me senti de mãos atadas, mas de certa forma, livre em alguns sentidos. Aquele foi o nosso último encontro, aquele foi o nosso último abraço. A noite caiu, o dia chegou e, inocentemente, achei que aquilo passaria que conseguiríamos reverter aquele quadro. Mas não. Não mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Fernanda Mendes&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/7380313581452397413-8069616749737324792?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/8069616749737324792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/12/aquele-ultimo-abraco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/8069616749737324792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/8069616749737324792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/12/aquele-ultimo-abraco.html' title='Aquele último abraço'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-8685728010566731797</id><published>2011-12-08T09:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:31:30.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do Dia</title><content type='html'>‎&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Porque a força de dentro é maior. Maior que todos os ventos contrários."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-8685728010566731797?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/8685728010566731797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/12/frase-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/8685728010566731797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/8685728010566731797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/12/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do Dia'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-6400223500312177737</id><published>2011-11-16T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:32:42.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Amor verdadeiro a gente não encomenda, nem nada. Quando a gente menos espera... ele chega embalado, carimbado, e registrado de verdades." &lt;br /&gt;(Iandê Albuquerque)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎" Cada qual sabe amar a seu modo; o modo, pouco importa; o essencial é que saiba amar. "&lt;br /&gt;(Machado de Assis)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PHZbqOAkS3s/TsPrvBCzi9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/y04RdVsR3bw/s1600/317575_157652827657899_107600235996492_303360_160897475_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PHZbqOAkS3s/TsPrvBCzi9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/y04RdVsR3bw/s320/317575_157652827657899_107600235996492_303360_160897475_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7380313581452397413-6400223500312177737?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/6400223500312177737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/amor-verdadeiro-gente-nao-encomenda-nem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/6400223500312177737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/6400223500312177737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/amor-verdadeiro-gente-nao-encomenda-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PHZbqOAkS3s/TsPrvBCzi9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/y04RdVsR3bw/s72-c/317575_157652827657899_107600235996492_303360_160897475_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-302233897668161927</id><published>2011-11-16T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:29:02.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixar Fluir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E quem foi que disse que só depois de algum tempo que se pode dizer ' Eu te amo'? Quem estabeleceu essa regra? O amor vem de muitas maneiras. Muitas mesmo. E por muitas vezes nos encontramos naquela situação em que um: 'Eu te adoro', 'Eu gosto muito de você' não é suficiente pra expressar o que queremos. Se a pessoa te faz bem em todos os momentos, te quer bem e é o seu bem não&amp;nbsp;é errado dizer que a ama. Não se sinta apressado demais. Apenas deixe fluir e se o momento chegar, diga sem medo de errar. Se a pessoa sentir o mesmo vai ser a coisa mais linda do mundo que poderia ser dita, se não você irá perceber... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Fernanda Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-302233897668161927?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/302233897668161927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/deixar-fluir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/302233897668161927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/302233897668161927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/deixar-fluir.html' title='Deixar Fluir...'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-7507810495941093160</id><published>2011-11-10T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T08:24:14.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A senhora me desculpe, mas no momento não tenho muita certeza. Quer dizer, &lt;br /&gt;eu sei quem eu era quando acordei hoje de manhã, mas já mudei uma porção de &lt;br /&gt;vezes desde que isso aconteceu. (…) Receio que não possa me explicar, Dona &lt;br /&gt;Lagarta, porque é justamente aí que está o problema. Posso explicar uma porção &lt;br /&gt;de coisas mas não posso explicar a mim mesma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Alice no País das Maravilhas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-7507810495941093160?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/7507810495941093160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/senhora-me-desculpe-mas-no-momento-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7507810495941093160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7507810495941093160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/senhora-me-desculpe-mas-no-momento-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-393066919835956092</id><published>2011-11-08T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T03:44:32.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom dia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não importa quão bonito seja o seu sonho. Uma hora, você vai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ter que acordar para construí-lo, se quiser vivê-lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKScppW7H-4/TrkVtiLBRnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/E1Xd5EqxALw/s1600/313126_314395778573929_100000105270578_1433936_1892051751_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKScppW7H-4/TrkVtiLBRnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/E1Xd5EqxALw/s1600/313126_314395778573929_100000105270578_1433936_1892051751_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/7380313581452397413-393066919835956092?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/393066919835956092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/bom-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/393066919835956092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/393066919835956092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/bom-dia.html' title='Bom dia!'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKScppW7H-4/TrkVtiLBRnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/E1Xd5EqxALw/s72-c/313126_314395778573929_100000105270578_1433936_1892051751_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-3830869178887954130</id><published>2011-11-04T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T18:10:14.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Não deixe seu passado matar o seu futuro. Use-o como fator motivador para promover suas mudanças."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Samuel Oliveira)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-50-p4nWiXbo/TrSM1p8QXuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aiqCqXw-s_w/s1600/387221_303166626378590_206386782723242_1226198_1337467306_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-50-p4nWiXbo/TrSM1p8QXuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aiqCqXw-s_w/s320/387221_303166626378590_206386782723242_1226198_1337467306_n.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-3830869178887954130?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/3830869178887954130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-deixe-seu-passado-matar-o-seu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/3830869178887954130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/3830869178887954130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-deixe-seu-passado-matar-o-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-50-p4nWiXbo/TrSM1p8QXuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aiqCqXw-s_w/s72-c/387221_303166626378590_206386782723242_1226198_1337467306_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-927145537016615131</id><published>2011-11-04T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T06:38:44.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;‎"Se amanhã o que eu sonhei não for bem aquilo, eu tiro um arco-íris da cartola. E refaço. Colo. Pinto e bordo. Porque a força de dentro é maior. Maior que todo mal que existe no mundo. Maior que todos os ventos contrários. É maior porque é do bem. E nisso, sim, acredito até o fim. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uqN--OvMjpo/TrPq30P3NOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/t0NLL4c-OAI/s1600/375461_243209695736117_228496973874056_731184_1377539156_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uqN--OvMjpo/TrPq30P3NOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/t0NLL4c-OAI/s1600/375461_243209695736117_228496973874056_731184_1377539156_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-927145537016615131?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/927145537016615131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-amanha-o-que-eu-sonhei-nao-for-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/927145537016615131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/927145537016615131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-amanha-o-que-eu-sonhei-nao-for-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uqN--OvMjpo/TrPq30P3NOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/t0NLL4c-OAI/s72-c/375461_243209695736117_228496973874056_731184_1377539156_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-2902948708943666608</id><published>2011-11-04T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T06:34:49.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanheça</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Acorda, espreguiça, rola para um lado e para o outro, abre bem as tuas portas e sorrisos. Hoje e no resto dos teus dias, deposita o teu melhor, o teu simples, o teu pueril, a tua força, a tua esperança, os teus encantos, as tuas atrapalhações, a tua ingenuidade, a tua imaturidade, a tua alegria, a tua criança, em tudo o que fazes. Carrega contigo e oferece um pouco de cheiro de canela, amoras, mel, vinho e margaridas, para que tudo seja sempre doce e colorido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Josi Puchalski]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78rsDaOv27g/TrPpnu2QmrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/03XYS-H90ww/s1600/382975_243365752387178_228496973874056_731971_909714143_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78rsDaOv27g/TrPpnu2QmrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/03XYS-H90ww/s320/382975_243365752387178_228496973874056_731971_909714143_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-2902948708943666608?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/2902948708943666608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/amanheca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/2902948708943666608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/2902948708943666608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/amanheca.html' title='Amanheça'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78rsDaOv27g/TrPpnu2QmrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/03XYS-H90ww/s72-c/382975_243365752387178_228496973874056_731971_909714143_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-1953808569663169711</id><published>2011-11-04T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T05:17:29.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As coisas vão ficando tão claras e tão mais fáceis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;O que eu tenho não me pertence, embora faça parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que sou me foi um dia emprestado pelo Criador para que eu possa dividir com aqueles que entram na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém cruza nosso caminho por acaso e nós não entramos na vida de alguém sem nenhuma razão.&lt;br /&gt;Há muito o que dar e o que receber; há muito o que aprender, com experiências boas ou negativas.&lt;br /&gt;Tente ver as coisas negativas que acontecem com você como algo que aconteceu por uma razão precisa.&lt;br /&gt;E não se lamente pelo ocorrido; além de não servir de nada reclamar, isso vai te vendar os olhos, dificultando assim, continuar seu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Quando não conseguimos tirar da cabeça que alguém nos feriu, estamos somente reavivando a ferida, tornando-a muitas vezes bem maior do que era no início.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre as pessoas nos ferem voluntariamente. Muitas vezes somos nós que nos sentimos feridos e a pessoa nem mesmo percebeu; e nos sentimos decepcionados porque aquela pessoa não correspondeu às nossas expectativas.&lt;br /&gt;E sabemos lá quais eram as nossas expectativas?&lt;br /&gt;Decepcionamo-nos e decepcionamos outras pessoas também. Mas, claro, é bem mais fácil pensar nas coisas que nos atingem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando alguém te disser que te magoou sem intenção, acredite nela! Vai te fazer bem. Assim, talvez, ela poderá entender quando você, sinceramente, disser que "foi sem querer".&lt;br /&gt;Dê de você mesmo o quanto puder!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, quando você se for, a única coisa que vai deixar é a lembrança do que fez aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Seja bom, tente dar sempre o primeiro passo para a reconciliação, nunca negue uma ajuda ao seu alcance, perdoe e dê de você mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Seja uma bênção a todos que o cercam! Deus não vem em pessoa para abençoar, Ele usa os que estão aqui dispostos a cumprir essa missão.&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós podemos ser Anjos.&lt;br /&gt;A eternidade está em nossas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Viva de maneira honrada, para que quando envelhecer, você possa falar só coisas boas do passado e sentir assim, prazer uma segunda vez ... e ter a certeza de que quando você se for, muito de você ainda fique naqueles que tiveram a boa ventura de te encontrar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-1953808569663169711?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/1953808569663169711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-que-eu-tenho-nao-me-pertence-embora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/1953808569663169711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/1953808569663169711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-que-eu-tenho-nao-me-pertence-embora.html' title='As coisas vão ficando tão claras e tão mais fáceis...'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-134712303917227529</id><published>2011-10-27T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T15:38:52.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Eu amo você’ sussurrei. Embora esperasse ouvir as mesmas palavras de Savannah, o que mais importava era saber que o amor era meu para dar, sem condições ou expectativas.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A lua está cheia, o que me fez pensar em você. Pois sei que não importa o que estou fazendo, e onde estou, esta lua será sempre do mesmo tamanho da sua do outro lado do mundo.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [Querido John]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IT7mVvTmOYE/TqnbPc-6bHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/fNwPsgQH1KY/s1600/308332_139645786135655_100002707026962_131689_1250346228_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IT7mVvTmOYE/TqnbPc-6bHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/fNwPsgQH1KY/s320/308332_139645786135655_100002707026962_131689_1250346228_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; 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É uma sensação única e para quem sabe sentir; é simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Apaixone-se por alguém que te valorize, que te compreenda em todos os momentos, por alguém que te acompanhe, que te ajude, que seja o teu alicerce. Apaixone-se por alguém em quem você possa confiar, por alguém que saiba reconhecer os seus próprios erros, por alguém que venha até você depois de uma briga. Apaixone-se por alguém que sente sua falta e que gosta da sua companhia. Apaixone-se pelo interior e faça dos seus momentos os melhores para torná-los inesquecíveis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Fernanda Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73hDq3pIY2A/TqWFb0We2JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yzrVczSLHy8/s1600/kim_anderson_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73hDq3pIY2A/TqWFb0We2JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yzrVczSLHy8/s1600/kim_anderson_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-3689178182751356384?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/3689178182751356384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/apaixone-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/3689178182751356384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/3689178182751356384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/apaixone-se.html' title='Apaixone-se!'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73hDq3pIY2A/TqWFb0We2JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yzrVczSLHy8/s72-c/kim_anderson_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-6069976880781698076</id><published>2011-10-24T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:13:45.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Amor que é amor, dura a vida inteira. Se não durou, é porque nunca foi amor. O amor resiste à distancia, ao silêncio das separações e até as traições. Sem perdão não há amor. Diga-me quem você mais perdoou na vida, e eu então saberei dizer quem você mais amou.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O amor é equação onde prevalece a multiplicação do perdão. Você o percebe no momento em que o outro fez tudo errado, e mesmo assim você olha nos olhos dele e diz: “Mesmo fazendo tudo errado eu não sei viver sem você. Eu não posso ser nem a metade do que eu sou, se você não estiver por perto.”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O amor nos possibilita enxergar lugares do nosso coração que sozinhos jamais poderíamos enxergar. O poeta soube traduzir bem quando disse: “Se eu não te amasse tanto assim, talvez perdesse o sonho dentro de mim, e vivesse na escuridão. Se eu não te amasse tanto assim talvez não visse flores por onde eu vi, dentro do meu coração.”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[Pe. Fábio de Melo]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7380313581452397413-6069976880781698076?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/6069976880781698076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/amor-que-e-amor-dura-vida-inteira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/6069976880781698076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/6069976880781698076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/amor-que-e-amor-dura-vida-inteira.html' title=''/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-209779885777420785</id><published>2011-10-24T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:12:46.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crie laços.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“Crie laços com pessoas que lhe fazem bem, que lhe parecem verdadeiras e desfaça os nós que lhe prendam àquelas que foram significativas em sua vida, mas que infelizmente deixaram de ser. Nó aperta. Laço enfeita. Simples assim...”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7380313581452397413-209779885777420785?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/209779885777420785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/crie-lacos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/209779885777420785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/209779885777420785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/crie-lacos.html' title='Crie laços.'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-4338009650109049296</id><published>2011-10-23T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T19:52:38.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os verdadeiros permanecem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9uhkqWHscA/TqTSfGLtxZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/63aMz2cDp30/s1600/300686_176189305798270_170720343011833_394750_1586687521_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9uhkqWHscA/TqTSfGLtxZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/63aMz2cDp30/s320/300686_176189305798270_170720343011833_394750_1586687521_n.jpg" width="320" /&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/7380313581452397413-4338009650109049296?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/4338009650109049296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/os-verdadeiros-permanecem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/4338009650109049296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/4338009650109049296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/os-verdadeiros-permanecem.html' title='Os verdadeiros permanecem'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9uhkqWHscA/TqTSfGLtxZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/63aMz2cDp30/s72-c/300686_176189305798270_170720343011833_394750_1586687521_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-300109140926041365</id><published>2011-10-21T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T09:12:19.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MALUCO BELEZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em 21 de agosto de 1989, morre Raul Seixas, um dos grandes músicos brasileiros. "Raulzito" gravou mais de 20 discos, teve cinco esposas e sofreu com o alcoolismo, que lhe rendeu uma pancreatite aguda, motivo de sua morte. Seu estilo fundiu o rock com todos os ritmos brasileiros, do xote ao baião.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcn3ZswaeAM/TqGZ3Zz7tBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AdRdBffWC38/s1600/raulseixas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcn3ZswaeAM/TqGZ3Zz7tBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AdRdBffWC38/s320/raulseixas.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #5d5850; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/7380313581452397413-300109140926041365?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/300109140926041365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/maluco-beleza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/300109140926041365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/300109140926041365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/maluco-beleza.html' title='MALUCO BELEZA'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcn3ZswaeAM/TqGZ3Zz7tBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AdRdBffWC38/s72-c/raulseixas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-2620029998194788461</id><published>2011-10-21T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T06:53:25.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lq3Ocrn9qq8/TqF3qDTCUjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oHUW61UsQBg/s1600/286740829_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lq3Ocrn9qq8/TqF3qDTCUjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oHUW61UsQBg/s320/286740829_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peace and love for everyone ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-6624465640350427874?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/6624465640350427874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/imaginacao-fonte-de-qualquer-inspiracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/6624465640350427874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/6624465640350427874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/imaginacao-fonte-de-qualquer-inspiracao.html' title='Para hoje e para sempre...'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lq3Ocrn9qq8/TqF3qDTCUjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oHUW61UsQBg/s72-c/286740829_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-6832902142134826668</id><published>2011-10-21T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T06:38:16.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao Gênio Poeta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cazuza, pseudônimo de Agenor de Miranda Araújo Neto, foi um cantor e compositor brasileiro que ganhou fama como vocalista e principal letrista da banda Barão Vermelho.&lt;br /&gt;Considerado hoje um dos maiores poetas do rock nacional. Rebelde e lírico, sempre foi uma mistura interessante. Queria ter prestigiado este ícone brasileiro que fez história.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você está vivo. Esse é o seu espetáculo. Só quem se mostra se encontra. Por mais que se perca no caminho."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sou muito egoísta, centrado em mim mesmo, para me incomodar com os outros."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Viver a liberdade, amar de verdade&lt;br /&gt;Só se for a dois, só dois."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mentiras sinceras me interessam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tudo é possível no amor."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHAEKbEL8JI/TqF1WxfDSkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/94agvIA1rdY/s1600/274828_t_1107100312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img 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type='text'>SÓ PARA RAROS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Todo sopro que apaga uma chama Reacende o que for pra ficar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Estar entre virgulas, pode ser aposto, mas eu aposto o oposto... que vou cativar a todos, sendo apenas um sujeito simples."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não interessa se você é letrado ou não, o que importa é se você vive aquilo que fala."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu sinto que sei que sou um tanto bem maior."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tem aquele que parece feio&lt;br /&gt;Mas o coração nos diz que é o mais bonito."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Só enquanto eu respirar&lt;br /&gt;Vou me lembrar de você&lt;br /&gt;Só enquanto eu respirar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[O Teatro Mágico]&lt;/i&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/7380313581452397413-7952048732679882545?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/7952048732679882545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-7696155657695448251</id><published>2011-10-21T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T06:03:15.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De ontem em diante</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"De ontem em diante serei o que sou no instante agora&lt;br /&gt;Onde ontem, hoje e amanhã são a mesma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Sem a idéia ilusória de que o dia, a noite e a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;são coisas distintas&lt;br /&gt;Separadas pelo canto de um galo velho&lt;br /&gt;Eu apóstolo contigo que não sabes do evangelho&lt;br /&gt;Do versículo e da profecia&lt;br /&gt;Quem surgiu primeiro? o antes, o outrora, a noite ou o dia?&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida inteira é meu dia inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Meus dilúvios imaginários ainda faço no chuveiro!&lt;br /&gt;Minha mochila de lanches?&lt;br /&gt;É minha marmita requentada em banho Maria!&lt;br /&gt;Minha mamadeira de leite em pó&lt;br /&gt;É cerveja gelada na padaria&lt;br /&gt;Meu banho no tanque?&lt;br /&gt;É lavar carro com mangueira&lt;br /&gt;E se antes, bem antes, um pedaço de maçã&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quero a fruta inteira&lt;br /&gt;E da fruta tiro a polpa... da puta tiro a roupa&lt;br /&gt;Da luta não me retiro&lt;br /&gt;Me atiro do alto e que me atirem no peito&lt;br /&gt;Da luta não me retiro...&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia de manhã é nostalgia das besteiras, das besteiras e das besteiras que fizemos ontem."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-7696155657695448251?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/7696155657695448251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/de-ontem-em-diante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7696155657695448251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7696155657695448251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/de-ontem-em-diante.html' title='De ontem em diante'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-2813645007430863045</id><published>2011-10-21T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T05:59:11.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"- O que é mais importante na vida: amar ou ser amado? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- O que é mais importante para um pássaro: a asa esquerda ou a asa direita?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-2813645007430863045?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/2813645007430863045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-que-e-mais-importante-na-vida-amar-ou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/2813645007430863045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/2813645007430863045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-que-e-mais-importante-na-vida-amar-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' 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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--XJ3q2Wd3ew/TqFn66OpArI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W4uNyF5Sizg/s1600/simples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--XJ3q2Wd3ew/TqFn66OpArI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W4uNyF5Sizg/s320/simples.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ele só pediu que nos amássemos uns aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Chico Xavier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-6668999583462319438?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/6668999583462319438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/simples-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/6668999583462319438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/6668999583462319438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/simples-assim.html' title='Simples Assim...'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--XJ3q2Wd3ew/TqFn66OpArI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W4uNyF5Sizg/s72-c/simples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-7302058662762024375</id><published>2011-10-21T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:40:19.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOCE LIBERDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quero a sensação do vento batendo no meu rosto. Pra mim, ser livre não é ser independente e não ter que dar satisfação para ninguém. Ser livre, pra mim, é sentir realmente o sabor da liberdade. É não se preocupar com nada. Não ter hora marcada e nem comprometimento com alguém. É você chegar a um determinado local e fazer o que você quer e o que está com vontade de fazer naquele momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como é bom ser livre. Desperte sua liberdade. Liberte-a. Algumas pessoas se sentem presas a determinadas pessoas ou coisas. Que bobagem isso! Dê o primeiro passo. Tenhas pulso firme e batalhe por aquilo que almejas. E assim sentirás prazer nas coisas que irá realizar. Não espere ordens. Agilize! E faça o que sentir vontade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não se acomode com a rotina. Faça cada dia algo diferente. Inove. Invente. Renove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mudanças são necessárias, porque, senão, tudo vira rotina e a rotina incomoda. Eu não quero me sentir incomodada e sim realizada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Viva um dia de cada vez. Não precisa pressa. O que importa mesmo é o resultado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Fernanda Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hFRFoe3iPQw/TqFjzkjDrMI/AAAAAAAAADw/EBOUF4XidbI/s1600/liberdade2+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hFRFoe3iPQw/TqFjzkjDrMI/AAAAAAAAADw/EBOUF4XidbI/s320/liberdade2+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-7302058662762024375?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/7302058662762024375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/doce-liberdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7302058662762024375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7302058662762024375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/doce-liberdade.html' title='DOCE LIBERDADE'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hFRFoe3iPQw/TqFjzkjDrMI/AAAAAAAAADw/EBOUF4XidbI/s72-c/liberdade2+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-4367057741982778032</id><published>2011-10-20T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T18:01:59.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CPessoal%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CPessoal%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CPessoal%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; 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 &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7380313581452397413-4367057741982778032?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/4367057741982778032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/4367057741982778032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/4367057741982778032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/saudade.html' title='SAUDADE...'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-3464932117116861870</id><published>2011-10-20T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T10:07:20.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRANDE LEGIÃO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tenho andado distraído, impaciente e indeciso e ainda estou confuso. Só que agora é diferente: Estou tão tranqüilo e tão contente..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68AEGj0Xw4k/TqBVQTZ2LnI/AAAAAAAAADo/O8Y3mICFXX0/s1600/legiao-urbana-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68AEGj0Xw4k/TqBVQTZ2LnI/AAAAAAAAADo/O8Y3mICFXX0/s320/legiao-urbana-02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/7380313581452397413-3464932117116861870?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/3464932117116861870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/tenho-andado-distraido-impaciente-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/3464932117116861870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/3464932117116861870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/tenho-andado-distraido-impaciente-e.html' title='GRANDE LEGIÃO...'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68AEGj0Xw4k/TqBVQTZ2LnI/AAAAAAAAADo/O8Y3mICFXX0/s72-c/legiao-urbana-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-488805428263079100</id><published>2011-10-20T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:59:39.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O importante é ser você. Mesmo que seja estranho, seja você, mesmo que seja bizarro.".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEDjeR_S2c8/TqBTaejV3nI/AAAAAAAAADg/BoskfhBcZ6A/s1600/316216_148434748585080_100002556665504_223253_1364462457_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEDjeR_S2c8/TqBTaejV3nI/AAAAAAAAADg/BoskfhBcZ6A/s320/316216_148434748585080_100002556665504_223253_1364462457_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/7380313581452397413-488805428263079100?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/488805428263079100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-importante-e-ser-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/488805428263079100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/488805428263079100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-importante-e-ser-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEDjeR_S2c8/TqBTaejV3nI/AAAAAAAAADg/BoskfhBcZ6A/s72-c/316216_148434748585080_100002556665504_223253_1364462457_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-7933224754168795779</id><published>2011-10-20T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:41:15.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTE COM A SORTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aprendi, que a vida bate sempre sem pudor, que nem sempre as coisas são como a gente pensa. Que nem sempre o mundo gira como a gente quer.&amp;nbsp;Aprendi, que se eu cair devo me levantar, que todo mundo vive altos e baixos e não vale a pena esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Viva intensamente, desconfie do futuro, siga em frente. Basta acreditar, vale a pena sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca desista vá em frente até acertar e nunca deixe que o medo impeça de tentar. Leve na raça faça o que o coração mandar, não deixe nada pra depois não dá pra esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dê valor a todo instante que você viver, a todo mundo que te quer o bem, como se não houvesse o amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não duvide, não tenha medo de se arriscar, enfrente tudo e venha o que vier conte com a SORTE para te ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Fernanda Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KwD3_ggGzus/TqBRms34VsI/AAAAAAAAADY/cm2C9CAvzBE/s1600/315714_146434672118421_100002556665504_217468_137178538_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KwD3_ggGzus/TqBRms34VsI/AAAAAAAAADY/cm2C9CAvzBE/s320/315714_146434672118421_100002556665504_217468_137178538_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-7933224754168795779?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/7933224754168795779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/conte-com-sorte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7933224754168795779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7933224754168795779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/conte-com-sorte.html' title='CONTE COM A SORTE'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KwD3_ggGzus/TqBRms34VsI/AAAAAAAAADY/cm2C9CAvzBE/s72-c/315714_146434672118421_100002556665504_217468_137178538_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-5589207432594437430</id><published>2011-10-20T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:20:57.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA DO POETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poeta não tem dia, não tem hora. Tora hora é momento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ser poeta é mais que entender,&lt;br /&gt;Ser poeta é mais que sentir,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ser poeta é ter um dom de escrever,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que todos querem ouvir,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ser poeta é mais que humano,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ser poeta é mais que normal,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para todos nós que escrevemos o que sentimos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De forma singela e natural...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te digo meu dogma de vivência.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Escrever pra ti é uma honra,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ser poeta é transformar em palavras uma grande essência.".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vinte de outubro: Dia do poeta. Parabéns a todos assim qualificados.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EGzzTMNp1Tg/TqBKNK9pFgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8S7Y1R5UETM/s1600/bb7059f2-c3a4-1aa6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EGzzTMNp1Tg/TqBKNK9pFgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8S7Y1R5UETM/s320/bb7059f2-c3a4-1aa6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-54HF_5Hhugk/TqBCvRm8eoI/AAAAAAAAADA/IUkQkF3LJaU/s1600/297432_125698314203065_100002886928690_110170_1777340096_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-54HF_5Hhugk/TqBCvRm8eoI/AAAAAAAAADA/IUkQkF3LJaU/s320/297432_125698314203065_100002886928690_110170_1777340096_n.jpg" width="320" /&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/7380313581452397413-9082195181083697673?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/9082195181083697673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-isso-ai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/9082195181083697673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/9082195181083697673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-isso-ai.html' title=''/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-54HF_5Hhugk/TqBCvRm8eoI/AAAAAAAAADA/IUkQkF3LJaU/s72-c/297432_125698314203065_100002886928690_110170_1777340096_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-5569538587653937678</id><published>2011-10-20T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:38:53.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTIMENTO QUE NUNCA MORRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A amizade é um sentimento tão lindo e verdadeiro. Quando dizemos com clareza a palavra amizade, não temos nenhum sentimento de falsidade. Porque amigo é amigo e ponto final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É tão bom quando você tem aquela pessoa companheira do seu lado para você compartilhar com ela todos os seus momentos e seus segredos. Uma pessoa não se torna amiga assim do nada. Pode até que seja de uma hora pra outra, mas atitudes têm que ser tomadas. Com um simples ato você já pode tornar-se importante para uma pessoa. E depois é só cultivar esse sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu posso dizer que eu tenho as melhores companhias. Não trocaria minhas amigas por nada nesse mundo. Eu tenho uma confiança absurda nelas e um amor indescritível. E agradeço muito a Deus por ter proporcionado a mim esta benção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho aquela amiga fiel que sabe quando eu não estou bem e logo se preocupa comigo e dá pra mim os melhores conselhos e nas melhores horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho aquela amiga que para ela não tem tempo ruim. O nome dela poderia ser substituído por bondade. Ela não mede esforço para ajudar ninguém e faz tudo que está ao seu alcance para as pessoas a sua volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho aquela amiga que surgiu quando eu mais precisava e que se fez importante por sua simplicidade e companheirismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho aquela amiga de infância, que vivenciamos grandes momentos. E, para mim, ela é o meu maior exemplo de garra e superação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho aquela amiga companheira, que está sempre presente. Ela é um pouco folgadinha, mas se não fosse assim eu não a amaria da mesma forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho aquela amiga que está sempre disposta a tudo quando se trata de amizade. E é uma pequena grande guerreira. Adora uma balada e vive com um sorriso lindo e contagiante estampado no rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho aquela amiga que conquistou o seu espaço aos poucos, mas não é por isso, que ela se torna menos importante. Pelo contrário, aos pouco percebi sua grandeza interior e não quero jamais perdê-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho aquela amiga que nunca diz um não quando se trata em ajudar as pessoas que ela gosta. Uma grande pessoa sempre pronta para nos ajudar. Apareceu de um dia para o outro e tornou-se marcante em minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho aquela amiga de poucos amigos, mas ela sabe seleciona-los bem. Uma pessoa de grande fibra e firme em suas decisões. Admirável por sua coragem e amadurecimento, que foi abençoada pelo poder divino, que gerou um ser que desde o principio já é muito amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho aquela amiga, que já foi uma grande amiga e que agora está de volta. Precisamos de uma pausa para um amadurecimento que foi necessário. E hoje, novamente, ela é uma grande amiga, que eu sei que posso contar em qualquer situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E tenho algumas outras que são do tipo certo, que se encaixam direitinho. E isso é algo magnífico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu Deus!Sou uma pessoa muito feliz com minhas amizades. Tenho tudo. Isso mesmo. TUDO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigada por serem quem são e jamais mudem o jeito de vocês para agradar alguém. Gosto de vocês desse jeito. E podem ter certeza que vocês têm o mesmo valor pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E eu desejo que isso permaneça para todo o infinito. E o infinito é agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Fernanda Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cXZ8mqHdJA/TqA8H4EOX4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Sd_CyYhbwAI/s1600/1285636050029_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cXZ8mqHdJA/TqA8H4EOX4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Sd_CyYhbwAI/s320/1285636050029_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-5569538587653937678?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/5569538587653937678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/sentimento-que-nunca-morre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/5569538587653937678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/5569538587653937678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/sentimento-que-nunca-morre.html' title='SENTIMENTO QUE NUNCA MORRE'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cXZ8mqHdJA/TqA8H4EOX4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Sd_CyYhbwAI/s72-c/1285636050029_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-4222807094217047085</id><published>2011-10-20T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:38:22.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOAS SURPRESAS DA VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando a gente menos espera nos acontece algo para nos marcar para a vida toda. Algo que não precisamos pedir, algo que vem naturalmente com o decorrer do dia a dia, mas que é de muito bom agrado. Algo que vem para somar força, que quer estar ao seu lado em todos os momentos, desde o mais simples até quando você mais precisa. Depois disso não há o que faça para separar essas pessoas. A ligação é muito forte, independente de qualquer situação. A simples companhia daquela pessoa já te faz bem, pois você sente uma confiança enorme nela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando eu menos esperava, em uma das ocasiões em que eu estava mais necessitava, me aconteceu algo assim, que estará marcado em mim por toda minha vida. E eu sou eternamente grata a Deus por ter esta pessoa em minha vida. Não é uma pessoa qualquer que aparece do nada. É aquela pessoa e com aquele diferencial. Pessoa esta que eu tenho certeza que nunca vai me deixar. E isso não está escrito em lugar nenhum. Isso a gente sente e prevê. É algo fora do comum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu desejo a todos uma boa amizade. Amizade simples, pura e verdadeira para a vida toda. Eu ganhei a minha boa surpresa da minha vida, que eu tenho certeza que foi uma das melhores coisas que já me aconteceram até hoje. Tenho dito&lt;i style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Fernanda Mendes&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/7380313581452397413-4222807094217047085?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/4222807094217047085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/boas-surpresas-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/4222807094217047085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/4222807094217047085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/boas-surpresas-da-vida.html' title='BOAS SURPRESAS DA VIDA'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-6432233223509237004</id><published>2011-10-20T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:37:44.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possivelmente sua melhor lembrança e sua ponte para o futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma corrente sanguínea é algo forte demais. Você ter o mesmo sangue correndo nas veias que outras pessoas, você compartilhar momentos com estas pessoas e conviver e amar acima de tudo é algo extraordinário. Na maioria das vezes nem é preciso ter o mesmo tipo sanguíneo para tornar-se importante. O que realmente faz uma ligação de afeto são os sentimentos envolvidos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Trate bem os seus irmãos. Quando necessário peça perdão, isso não tira pedaço de ninguém, pelo contrário, une ainda mais as pessoas e as fortalecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nossos irmãos são nosso passado, presente e possivelmente nosso futuro. São aqueles verdadeiros amigos, que jamais vão nos desamparar. Então, temos que valoriza-los, pois tenho certeza que quando mais a gente precisar deles, eles estarão lá de braços estendidos por nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dedico esta passagem aos meus melhores amigos, meus irmãos de sangue e de alma, que eu tanto amo. Felipe e Guilherme.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Fernanda Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pcCYiHhle8/TqAZqbpzZXI/AAAAAAAAACw/AX-RA7KrvHI/s1600/304054_201302899941091_100001841483347_499074_1979445450_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pcCYiHhle8/TqAZqbpzZXI/AAAAAAAAACw/AX-RA7KrvHI/s320/304054_201302899941091_100001841483347_499074_1979445450_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/7380313581452397413-6432233223509237004?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/6432233223509237004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/possivelmente-sua-melhor-lembranca-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/6432233223509237004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/6432233223509237004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/possivelmente-sua-melhor-lembranca-e.html' title='Possivelmente sua melhor lembrança e sua ponte para o futuro'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pcCYiHhle8/TqAZqbpzZXI/AAAAAAAAACw/AX-RA7KrvHI/s72-c/304054_201302899941091_100001841483347_499074_1979445450_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-2673321770138553209</id><published>2011-10-19T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:47:59.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Sonhar é fazer planos. Viver é ter coragem de realizá-los." (F.Vellieme)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"E seguiu tocando a vida. Porque, no fundo, sabia que era tudo o que podia fazer. Viver e ter esperanças." (A Cidade do Sol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Nunca se arrepender. Se é bom, é maravilhoso, se é ruim, é uma experiência." 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Quem somos nós para julgarmos quem deve ser ou não perdoado? Somos meros pecadores sem o poder de nada. Temos apenas a oportunidade de decidirmos o que é bom ou não para nossas vidas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando acontece um mal entendido e nós não perdoamos a nós mesmos ou o próximo, sentimo-nos mal; enraivecidos por dentro. O perdão é a melhor saída nessa situação. Temos que perdoar a nós mesmos primeiramente para depois conseguirmos perdoar alguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Todo mundo merece uma segunda chance. Por mais difícil que seja temos que conceder essa segunda chance. Quando o pedido de desculpas é feito e perdoado de coração aberto o erro não se torna a repetir. A confiança é outro ponto. Perdoar sim, mas continuar confiando depende das circunstâncias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Fernanda Mendes&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/7380313581452397413-8257904216890977638?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/8257904216890977638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/dom-divino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/8257904216890977638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/8257904216890977638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/dom-divino.html' title='Dom divino'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-5316299998672453123</id><published>2011-10-19T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:35:49.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA DE CHUVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma tarde nebulosa e fria como outra qualquer. Um dia típico de sentir carências. Mas, aquela boa carência. Carência aquela, que apenas uma pessoa pode suprir. Ah, aquela pessoa que você suspira só de pensar nela. E esses pensamentos vão longe quando esta pessoa está envolvida. Planos e desejos envolventes, que você logo quer torná-los realidade. E basta querer, porque nem tudo está tão distante assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Em um dia de chuva com carências a serem supridas desejo um bom filme, uma boa companhia e tranqüilidade. Uns braços envolventes também cairiam super bem. O calor do aconchego já supriria aquela carência. Com isso, o filme nem seria o ponto principal, outras coisas chamariam mais atenção e despertariam mais o interesse. Palavras ditas ao pé do ouvido, beijos e abraços a serem dados. E este dia de chuva, que aparentava ser um dia triste e melancólico poderia ser um dia marcante e inesquecível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Moral da história: Não julgue o livro pela capa. Não tire conclusões precipitadas, porque você pode se enganar. Um dia chuvoso e triste pode ser o melhor dia da sua vida. E isso não é só para o dia, mas para qualquer situação da sua vida, que você não acredita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Fernanda Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QF6RqM0GfC4/Tp7uqlTDFwI/AAAAAAAAACg/_o-PC3PwBiE/s1600/chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QF6RqM0GfC4/Tp7uqlTDFwI/AAAAAAAAACg/_o-PC3PwBiE/s320/chuva.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-5316299998672453123?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/5316299998672453123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/dia-de-chuva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/5316299998672453123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/5316299998672453123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/dia-de-chuva.html' title='DIA DE CHUVA'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QF6RqM0GfC4/Tp7uqlTDFwI/AAAAAAAAACg/_o-PC3PwBiE/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-4851930532813341313</id><published>2011-10-18T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T07:02:27.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Chegou uma linda menina para completar nossos dias. É o abrir dos olhos para o amanhecer e a ingenuidade de quem é novata nesta jornada chamada vida. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Você tem um belo inicio começando por seu lindo nome escolhido por sua mãe. Nome este que é de guerreira e carrega um grande significado. Pelo o significado você estará sempre pronta a se aventurar, muito cheia de energia e possuirá uma personalidade ativa e decidida. Cheia de graça e abençoada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Você sempre terá o amor e carinho de todos a sua volta. Faz-se valer a pena. E encare os desafios com muita coragem desde já. Seja bem vinda, doce e amada, Anita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Fernanda Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oqvB3oCxaI/Tp4emfyZczI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6UbtCiNM00Q/s1600/mae+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oqvB3oCxaI/Tp4emfyZczI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6UbtCiNM00Q/s1600/mae+%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-4840737090366446161?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/4840737090366446161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/bem-vinda-doce-e-amada-anita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/4840737090366446161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/4840737090366446161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/bem-vinda-doce-e-amada-anita.html' title='Bem vinda, doce e amada, ANITA'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oqvB3oCxaI/Tp4emfyZczI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6UbtCiNM00Q/s72-c/mae+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-6576783677833383007</id><published>2011-10-18T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:32:55.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um "muito obrigado" vai bem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CPessoal%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C02%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CPessoal%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C02%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CPessoal%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C02%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:1; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;}@font-face {font-family:Calibri; panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-520092929 1073786111 9 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0cm; margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0cm; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}.MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}.MsoPapDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; margin-bottom:10.0pt; line-height:115%;}@page WordSection1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;}div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Educação requer espaço. Por onde formos temos que saber como lidar com as pessoas.&amp;nbsp; Nossa educação é nossa identidade e nossa maior herança. Um ato de respeito é lisonjeado em qualquer lugar. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Um muito obrigado, por favor, com licença são palavras mágicas, que deveriam ser mais usadas pelo homem. Temos que praticar a educação e o respeito com o próximo. Uma mão estendida é uma gentileza, que abre caminhos. Um “por favor” pode ser considerado uma questão de aprendizagem e o “muito obrigado” de agradecimento. &amp;nbsp;Motive e espalhe essa idéia e gere gentileza.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Fernanda Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7_rpms80Ls/Tp4ZPW6qtdI/AAAAAAAAACI/GUEZLK509WQ/s1600/gentileza+2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7_rpms80Ls/Tp4ZPW6qtdI/AAAAAAAAACI/GUEZLK509WQ/s320/gentileza+2.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-6576783677833383007?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/6576783677833383007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/um-muito-obrigado-vai-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/6576783677833383007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/6576783677833383007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/um-muito-obrigado-vai-bem.html' title='Um &quot;muito obrigado&quot; vai bem.'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7_rpms80Ls/Tp4ZPW6qtdI/AAAAAAAAACI/GUEZLK509WQ/s72-c/gentileza+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-3046494153558107388</id><published>2011-10-18T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:31:15.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O tempo é algo que não volta atrás. Por isso, plante seu jardim e decore sua alma ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores.&lt;/i&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/7380313581452397413-3046494153558107388?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/3046494153558107388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/frase-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/3046494153558107388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/3046494153558107388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do Dia'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-4070543318512638322</id><published>2011-10-18T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:38:09.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia do Médico</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O Remédio mais importante para o tratamento de seu paciente não se encontra nas farmácias… …Ele é composto por respeito, carinho e dedicação e é oferecido a cada consulta por você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homenagem aos médicos, que são e sempre serão fundamentais. Dia 18 de outubro dia do médico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTzqHVPyTm0/Tp2btJtwITI/AAAAAAAAACA/JcMVqw1HF7c/s1600/dia+do+medico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTzqHVPyTm0/Tp2btJtwITI/AAAAAAAAACA/JcMVqw1HF7c/s320/dia+do+medico.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-4070543318512638322?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/4070543318512638322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-remedio-mais-importante-para-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/4070543318512638322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/4070543318512638322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-remedio-mais-importante-para-o.html' title='Dia do Médico'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTzqHVPyTm0/Tp2btJtwITI/AAAAAAAAACA/JcMVqw1HF7c/s72-c/dia+do+medico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-7741556541151745457</id><published>2011-10-17T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T20:49:16.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana Da Comunicação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Comunicar                  bem não é só transmitir ou só receber                  bem. COMUNICAÇÃO é troca de ENTENDIMENTO, e ninguém                  entende ninguém sem considerar além das palavras,                  as emoções e a situação em que fazemos                  a tentativa de tornar comuns conhecimentos, ideias, instruções                  ou qualquer outra mensagem, seja ela verbal, escrita ou corporal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho uma grande satisfação por poder estar graduando neste curso, que engloba diversas áreas. Uma feliz semana da comunicação para todos comunicólogos. [17 a 21/10]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HW_Uhgo7sHM/Tpz2sEsllRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wbbkC5geW-E/s1600/jornalismo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HW_Uhgo7sHM/Tpz2sEsllRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wbbkC5geW-E/s320/jornalismo1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-7741556541151745457?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/7741556541151745457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/semana-da-comunicacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7741556541151745457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/7741556541151745457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/semana-da-comunicacao.html' title='Semana Da Comunicação'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HW_Uhgo7sHM/Tpz2sEsllRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wbbkC5geW-E/s72-c/jornalismo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-1259207566683518684</id><published>2011-10-17T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T20:37:28.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia que a Terra ganhou o anjo mais lindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Parabéns por ser quem você é. Uma palavra para sua descrição: dedicação. Inspiro-me na sua coragem, na sua vontade de crescer. Faço o impossível por você. Mãe é mãe, mas você é a MINHA mãe. Maria de Fátima é o nome deste anjo mais lindo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1GFJgbZ7xg/Tpz0aB6KmzI/AAAAAAAAABw/c_1tRYrSSHw/s1600/DSC07703.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1GFJgbZ7xg/Tpz0aB6KmzI/AAAAAAAAABw/c_1tRYrSSHw/s320/DSC07703.jpg" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OypETEaHSfI/TpzzjU2qgcI/AAAAAAAAABo/dXE3Uu1o0aA/s1600/DSC07703.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7380313581452397413-1259207566683518684?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/1259207566683518684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-dia-que-terra-ganhou-o-anjo-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/1259207566683518684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/1259207566683518684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-dia-que-terra-ganhou-o-anjo-mais.html' title='O dia que a Terra ganhou o anjo mais lindo'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1GFJgbZ7xg/Tpz0aB6KmzI/AAAAAAAAABw/c_1tRYrSSHw/s72-c/DSC07703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-886686318100355004</id><published>2011-10-17T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:33:59.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela voltou</title><content type='html'>&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CPessoal%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CPessoal%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CPessoal%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; 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Ninguém precisa se assustar com a distância, os afastamentos que acontecem. Tudo volta! E voltam mais bonitas, mais maduras, voltam quando tem de voltar, voltam quando é pra ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Dedico esta passagem a uma pessoa que voltou. Uma pessoa amiga que está de volta. Precisamos de uma pausa para um grande amadurecimento para temos a certeza de que quando é pra ser, será.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;“A depender de mim eu estou disposta a deixar o mais próximo possível do que era...” Faço das suas palavras as minhas. Que bom que estamos de volta uma para a outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Fernanda Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-886686318100355004?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/886686318100355004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/ela-voltou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/886686318100355004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/886686318100355004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/ela-voltou.html' title='Ela voltou'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-3442373156680988741</id><published>2011-10-17T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T20:15:56.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horário de Verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A medida foi adotada pela primeira vez no Brasil em 1931, mas de forma consecutiva ocorre há 27 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Os dias são mais longos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eb4ppXebWAk/TpzvXO3gkcI/AAAAAAAAABg/K2Nrv_NEP1w/s1600/Relogio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eb4ppXebWAk/TpzvXO3gkcI/AAAAAAAAABg/K2Nrv_NEP1w/s320/Relogio.jpg" width="320" /&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/7380313581452397413-3442373156680988741?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/3442373156680988741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/horario-de-verao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/3442373156680988741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/3442373156680988741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/horario-de-verao.html' title='Horário de Verão'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eb4ppXebWAk/TpzvXO3gkcI/AAAAAAAAABg/K2Nrv_NEP1w/s72-c/Relogio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-2223569000215368349</id><published>2011-10-17T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T20:03:28.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trilha Sonora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Aquela boa música, que sempre que ouve você se lembra de alguém. Isto é sinal que esta pessoa tornou-se marcante e fez-se valer a pena. Aqui está a minha trilha sonora que me faz lembrar de um certo alguém que vale muito a pena e é muito marcante e presente na minha vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se fiquei esperando meu amor passar&lt;br /&gt;Já me basta que então, eu não sabia&lt;br /&gt;Amar e me via perdido e vivendo em erro&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer me machucar de novo&lt;br /&gt;Por culpa do amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas você e eu podemos namorar&lt;br /&gt;E era simples: ficamos fortes.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se aprende a amar&lt;br /&gt;O mundo passa a ser seu&lt;br /&gt;Quando se aprende a amar&lt;br /&gt;O mundo passa a ser seu&lt;br /&gt;Sei rimar romã com travesseiro&lt;br /&gt;Quero a minha nação soberana&lt;br /&gt;Com espaço nobreza e descanso.&lt;br /&gt;Se fiquei esperando meu amor passar&lt;br /&gt;Já me basta que estava então longe de sereno&lt;br /&gt;E fiquei tanto tempo duvidando de mim&lt;br /&gt;Por fazer amor fazer sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Começo a ficar livre&lt;br /&gt;Espero. acho que sim.&lt;br /&gt;De olhos fechados não me vejo&lt;br /&gt;E você sorriu pra mim&lt;br /&gt;"cordeiro de deus que tirai os pecados do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Tende piedade de nós&lt;br /&gt;Cordeiro de deus que tirai os pecados do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Tende piedade de nós&lt;br /&gt;Cordeiro de deus que tirai os pecados do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Dai-nos a paz...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Renato Russo] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380313581452397413-2223569000215368349?l=decrescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/feeds/2223569000215368349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/trilha-sonora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/2223569000215368349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380313581452397413/posts/default/2223569000215368349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decrescente.blogspot.com/2011/10/trilha-sonora.html' title='Trilha Sonora...'/><author><name>Decrescente Lembrança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07093667527074357760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isCP9JOdVig/TpxVZ5yemXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lHvgSMLX5k8/s220/DSC02861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380313581452397413.post-2932266831850385481</id><published>2011-10-17T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:06:24.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Nunca se arrepender. 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