tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347522298313050422024-02-18T20:48:50.621-08:00A Arte de ViverUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-71005808374993832162011-07-25T11:08:00.000-07:002011-07-25T11:15:27.523-07:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Um dia muito feliz!</div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZLcxwfrSa12vbI7qIyyDXaqDBpSaEip4WMqg8Wr3fLOBnEGJSViGKfeoTu6rdF22XqZEavWyanRd5ZneobqmN62WTAAQOl6GG3D0cBdqfq3M1eBZJBPeM1MWH8gAByAfv3WDr3RNmYda3/s1600/277535_2299135402546_1373996133_2750811_4303584_o%255B1%255D.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZLcxwfrSa12vbI7qIyyDXaqDBpSaEip4WMqg8Wr3fLOBnEGJSViGKfeoTu6rdF22XqZEavWyanRd5ZneobqmN62WTAAQOl6GG3D0cBdqfq3M1eBZJBPeM1MWH8gAByAfv3WDr3RNmYda3/s400/277535_2299135402546_1373996133_2750811_4303584_o%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a>A alegria evita mil males e prolonga a vida!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-47080146517155594202010-11-08T19:08:00.000-08:002010-11-08T19:12:01.316-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihG5iKUb4VX2CrTkc0RYtqUvQQjOsZRf7DVSxu-xn8MFS70pxAZniYpFMEVUXeDbtarzAnEp_NWefLjNDPYhzZddonsEuLVxuqWqrYT0MT83y8ckPiK4FbDHdQecXijw0hnUpVXKYD616-/s1600/25.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihG5iKUb4VX2CrTkc0RYtqUvQQjOsZRf7DVSxu-xn8MFS70pxAZniYpFMEVUXeDbtarzAnEp_NWefLjNDPYhzZddonsEuLVxuqWqrYT0MT83y8ckPiK4FbDHdQecXijw0hnUpVXKYD616-/s320/25.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537382300614767922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><h3 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-size:100%;">Adoro este pensamento!<br /><br />"O fraco jamais perdoa: o perdão é uma das características do forte."</span></span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message"><br /><br /><mahatma gandhi=""></mahatma></span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-74349799287323389222010-11-08T19:07:00.000-08:002010-11-08T19:08:32.427-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPlCIATBJ7U8qYF_vaE7-TVL-T902Hn-bu22GFNH97NtBWa2b2OO9Nk6Njii4rlC8ICeV_rlb3PZ7QBYpO1YhNFeXihUUufRVYjz_ESBf5SEzRMRf8CwhhkjeqhOuzZUPcOyCzn-72ZwgG/s1600/24.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPlCIATBJ7U8qYF_vaE7-TVL-T902Hn-bu22GFNH97NtBWa2b2OO9Nk6Njii4rlC8ICeV_rlb3PZ7QBYpO1YhNFeXihUUufRVYjz_ESBf5SEzRMRf8CwhhkjeqhOuzZUPcOyCzn-72ZwgG/s320/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537381495834686466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">David LaChapelle, conseguiu o seu primeiro trabalho profissional enquanto fotógrafo ao serviço da revista Interview, pela mão precisamente do seu fundador, Andy Warhol.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-39553329088699970722010-11-08T19:06:00.000-08:002010-11-08T19:07:27.792-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKRW2nGrHC3dybueEizg8b7qiTV6hCswOwmiXeAyt7FR8Gy0elbV6A3TzOebrhecNOssbSKn_1zuEk_p7i1bsCBwOmAzy2orP3UJPbSCVLdz6AviTssnsWvw8L0ZGr-O0XDm8xx2IZfT8/s1600/23.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKRW2nGrHC3dybueEizg8b7qiTV6hCswOwmiXeAyt7FR8Gy0elbV6A3TzOebrhecNOssbSKn_1zuEk_p7i1bsCBwOmAzy2orP3UJPbSCVLdz6AviTssnsWvw8L0ZGr-O0XDm8xx2IZfT8/s320/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537381221138812242" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">Lua nova...estrela mais brilhante...</span></h3><h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">luz que me renova a cada instante!</span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-5888527007724067252010-11-08T19:05:00.000-08:002010-11-08T19:06:28.817-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgX73lsGl-WiJhIUQ-XdJZ8zaQU7-48ne11m9S-xtAX0QK2EQDnGk_nBihhA_zwg0uMOy7rMQuegaJQ9JX_45nc0aZQA6BwX6k8fMDTDq84bYmIv_58nYEsQKt5sXhTrdeE43SGDL2VlQK/s1600/22.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgX73lsGl-WiJhIUQ-XdJZ8zaQU7-48ne11m9S-xtAX0QK2EQDnGk_nBihhA_zwg0uMOy7rMQuegaJQ9JX_45nc0aZQA6BwX6k8fMDTDq84bYmIv_58nYEsQKt5sXhTrdeE43SGDL2VlQK/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537380962626557970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>VIVAM COMO OS MACACOS...NA REGRA TRES</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-26602154289340981982010-11-08T19:04:00.001-08:002010-11-08T19:05:38.041-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFZRWfa_Z9q11gUTlAjWy8kp_RmxcKpwSh_fFotFaGsBnz85Rq3heUgbU2EdqrJT-mc3fKio0hH9tSn7lk5_lfG20UsTldcoWzcFrVtzxn41HInnmU4tSVIuIFXkv_scGtDE8kHFXZ9zE/s1600/21.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFZRWfa_Z9q11gUTlAjWy8kp_RmxcKpwSh_fFotFaGsBnz85Rq3heUgbU2EdqrJT-mc3fKio0hH9tSn7lk5_lfG20UsTldcoWzcFrVtzxn41HInnmU4tSVIuIFXkv_scGtDE8kHFXZ9zE/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537380607875977122" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">Essa coisa de ficar em cima do muro...não dá...só mesmo o gato! A todo momento estamos fazendo escolhas...ou seja, é preciso saber o que se quer...ter opinião e externá-la no momento certo...<br />Não tem 'eu acho'. É sim ou não!...<br /><br />Assim penso eu!</span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-6762514527692489782010-11-08T19:03:00.000-08:002010-11-08T19:04:18.896-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsGhyphenhyphenfKEO5D9laL12d6jOYNOww8z7BMQUNa1Qj82tDfWVikMHwzOJhYLaaTO9545onNUj31yIENpVejk0-kth6WqeaVJwaeCuEg549NreT_yHvlSwRatpUGsh8zzqv0lZoWkDVSihB8aey/s1600/20.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsGhyphenhyphenfKEO5D9laL12d6jOYNOww8z7BMQUNa1Qj82tDfWVikMHwzOJhYLaaTO9545onNUj31yIENpVejk0-kth6WqeaVJwaeCuEg549NreT_yHvlSwRatpUGsh8zzqv0lZoWkDVSihB8aey/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537380347056538338" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Adoro Mandalas...<br />Mandala quer dizer: "círculo mágico"...um círculo de energia. Uma representação geométrica da dinâmica relação entre o homem e o cosmo.<br />Elas sempre me acompanham, onde quer que eu me encontre!<br /><br />Essa é a Mandala de Flores que ofereço a vcs...para uma semana com muitas vibrações positivas!</span></span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-28959090887311021362010-11-08T19:01:00.000-08:002010-11-08T19:03:11.107-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOHjg9_xKIKImTmUanwux_YQRCIFyRz9mp5OMbnMmeefn5BNpXmvHT7TEp2vvnNlWfEPS0rEGy9UDwRBjWIt4R1OiwF-e8nsiLvZf4ilNXgrc5xYX3O6DNlgbFF5hGyHIsmTXeVvVfM2DU/s1600/19.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOHjg9_xKIKImTmUanwux_YQRCIFyRz9mp5OMbnMmeefn5BNpXmvHT7TEp2vvnNlWfEPS0rEGy9UDwRBjWIt4R1OiwF-e8nsiLvZf4ilNXgrc5xYX3O6DNlgbFF5hGyHIsmTXeVvVfM2DU/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537380072419732322" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 style="text-align: justify; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Não entendo. Isso é tão vasto que ultrapassa qualquer entender. Entender é sempre limitado. Mas não entender pode não ter fronteiras. Sinto que sou muito ma...is completa quando não entendo. Não entender, do modo como falo, é um dom. Não entender, mas não como um simples de espírito. O bom é ser inteligente e não enten<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">der. É uma benção estranha, como ter loucura sem ser doida. É um desinteresse manso, é uma doçura de burrice. Só que de vez em quando vem a inquietação: quero entender um pouco. Não demais: mas pelo menos entender que não entendo.<br /></span></span></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="text_exposed_show">Clarice Lispector</span></span></span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-10695352069427366122010-11-08T19:00:00.000-08:002010-11-08T19:01:33.666-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik-tIPiG7bCPKYUJRoiGLXR3fDdGPuO1sSjFsp61KZdL72PKXYZRpDhH85YNAHw1llgAsi_kDhf_xG1fk_QYRHL4LsgUuRmVsl5ruFSa368B-1j9jMAyVAs-JQxbzO_DRkYkYJmMu-UqBI/s1600/18.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik-tIPiG7bCPKYUJRoiGLXR3fDdGPuO1sSjFsp61KZdL72PKXYZRpDhH85YNAHw1llgAsi_kDhf_xG1fk_QYRHL4LsgUuRmVsl5ruFSa368B-1j9jMAyVAs-JQxbzO_DRkYkYJmMu-UqBI/s320/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537379714177632562" border="0" /></a><span class="UIStory_Message">Não é fácil determinar quando surgiu a fama da arruda como erva protetora. O que se sabe é que em culturas muito antigas, são encontradas referências sobre seus poderes contra as "más vibrações" e seu uso na magia e religião. Na Grécia antiga, ela era usada para tratar diversas enfermidades, mas seu ponto forte era mes<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">mo contra as forças do mal. Protejam-se</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-16356129253154162112010-11-08T18:59:00.001-08:002010-11-08T19:00:38.827-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWhwbiC1CnofpffD9xykYm8vpijUHazNS6vtvKfKhstnPGqZBRhn8tUY9wXDXsAzj45aGXZhtQtH9oRUmhLUxHDlZkRNSzpowsYWYkSAWaAMzysBcEn7ldMUcPhowyZdRxvdMLqpAXobmq/s1600/17.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWhwbiC1CnofpffD9xykYm8vpijUHazNS6vtvKfKhstnPGqZBRhn8tUY9wXDXsAzj45aGXZhtQtH9oRUmhLUxHDlZkRNSzpowsYWYkSAWaAMzysBcEn7ldMUcPhowyZdRxvdMLqpAXobmq/s320/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537379362586191938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Mulher que pensa com o coração...age pela emoção e vence pelo amor. Que vive milhões de emoções num só dia. Que cobra de si a perfeição mas arruma desculpas para os erros de quem ama. Ensina a voar...mas não quer ver partir os pássaros, sabendo que eles não lhe pertencem. Que como feiticeira, transforma em luz e sorris<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">o as dores da alma...só pra ninguém notar. Feliz do homem que por um dia, souber entender a alma da mulher!</span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-67853181930480913862010-11-08T18:58:00.001-08:002010-11-08T18:59:01.411-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqCnkGm0L_9yzTW4U_HFyWS4Xg72-snKVXOUh7TGYKuw6bJF8SZHTZnu1jmCd8yD-K4YQuuBGwPppMZ7-SBCTZ_-ZCS23-imdaLbbXUTp5gWENUaSDHTto99Ckdwfu1Yv_39IuPf5Wdaz3/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqCnkGm0L_9yzTW4U_HFyWS4Xg72-snKVXOUh7TGYKuw6bJF8SZHTZnu1jmCd8yD-K4YQuuBGwPppMZ7-SBCTZ_-ZCS23-imdaLbbXUTp5gWENUaSDHTto99Ckdwfu1Yv_39IuPf5Wdaz3/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537379080399667906" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">"O céu é o meu tecto,<br /></span></span></h3><h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">a terra minha pátria<br /></span></span></h3><h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">e a liberdade a minha religião"<br /><frida kahlo=""></frida></span></span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-23907479488014332522010-11-08T18:56:00.000-08:002010-11-08T18:58:08.339-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi90-NXSOPqBk6yeD6ZCd2gCDi8DHe0IbQh-2UkZqe7eyhAoAiWadQS0JR3KqGKNLLpgYAn3_Hli_jspNCcfCmkSpmgAJNyQl0rxIph1EGSwziVzzM9imP0BiPfNc-nJeKpxMxlGiPLK4gH/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi90-NXSOPqBk6yeD6ZCd2gCDi8DHe0IbQh-2UkZqe7eyhAoAiWadQS0JR3KqGKNLLpgYAn3_Hli_jspNCcfCmkSpmgAJNyQl0rxIph1EGSwziVzzM9imP0BiPfNc-nJeKpxMxlGiPLK4gH/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537378669355957042" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 style="text-align: justify;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"> </span><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span class="UIStory_Message">DESAPEGO<br /><br />“Olhe para dentro de si e desapegue sua mente das emoções negativas, para que seu intelecto seja atraído pelos sentimentos de paz e amor. Desapego consciente não significa ignorar ou afastar-se das pessoas ou situações, mas não ser afetado negativamente por elas. Cumpra todas as suas responsabilidades mas não f<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">ique desapontado com nada. Na consciência de ser um observador desapegado, procure estabilizar suas emoções e fique além do efeito dos acontecimentos externos."<br />Brahma Kumaris/1999</span></span></span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-56552673117836309962010-11-08T18:55:00.001-08:002010-11-08T18:55:58.500-08:00<h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"> </span><span style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIStory_Message">Amo este pensamento:<br />"Somente quem tem o caos dentro de si pode dar à luz uma estrela bailarina.”<br />(Nietzsche)</span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-33575441659102334102010-11-08T18:53:00.002-08:002010-11-08T18:55:22.677-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdupc7lSq3dENjwJ3p_oOJ0h2rt2sYPDgPJUHUhXx0ZkTZvta1Xs6qD2FVNxm2XEEEJIqSdOkn83F934pw1za0kMyDpxsXUn0qC1pX52l8Rbqcsr3oj48ov8eO5uHJB9qXgi4Cksa3UDgS/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdupc7lSq3dENjwJ3p_oOJ0h2rt2sYPDgPJUHUhXx0ZkTZvta1Xs6qD2FVNxm2XEEEJIqSdOkn83F934pw1za0kMyDpxsXUn0qC1pX52l8Rbqcsr3oj48ov8eO5uHJB9qXgi4Cksa3UDgS/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537378097290555138" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">...rendo a minha homenagem a todos que foram retirados do meu convívio e agradeço pelas alegrias que me deram...pelo apoio que sempre tive....pai, mãe e irmã, luz...muita luz!</span></span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-79319221812011125482010-11-08T18:53:00.001-08:002010-11-08T18:53:08.505-08:00<h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"> </span><span class="UIStory_Message">Quer romance?!..lê um livro...quer fidelidade?...compra um cachorro...quer amor?! vai pra casa da sua mãe.</span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-39120218627547075692010-11-08T18:51:00.000-08:002010-11-08T18:52:57.721-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbNQeaELRLiIlebnVp_lWdbWZSC2AWuHjyZotcK7R24Uc-u33KevQ43z6tdzFCO1skzffacS5kxzgR5gU2lJlyBJ73KE2JzLWiPptLaGgO2QyarTYrbtK-vaH5atz2E9jWZPW7yyPTiAE1/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbNQeaELRLiIlebnVp_lWdbWZSC2AWuHjyZotcK7R24Uc-u33KevQ43z6tdzFCO1skzffacS5kxzgR5gU2lJlyBJ73KE2JzLWiPptLaGgO2QyarTYrbtK-vaH5atz2E9jWZPW7yyPTiAE1/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537377427068115602" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Lindas cores do final de tarde.</span></span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-89357441889599180092010-11-08T18:49:00.000-08:002010-11-08T18:50:40.658-08:00O Som do Coração<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTt8Vl9zbjw2ESgCcTCU4EqraEe15fOzGLOB0hLUJjSU6MAXNAy1gplsulYz-QdDinrwYoewScqxH_9gY9PxPoskd9Isi_BDIsD9MlhBBFzWRjisRpfySut5kWZzv3SygbLT4fJPTnEleS/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTt8Vl9zbjw2ESgCcTCU4EqraEe15fOzGLOB0hLUJjSU6MAXNAy1gplsulYz-QdDinrwYoewScqxH_9gY9PxPoskd9Isi_BDIsD9MlhBBFzWRjisRpfySut5kWZzv3SygbLT4fJPTnEleS/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537376892364303074" border="0" /></a><br />Como falar de vida sem música? Como tirar a música de nossas vidas? A música existe como existe a luz, como existe o ar...ela está intrinsecamente em nós, faz parte de nós. A música existe em estado natural em todas as coisas: nas cachoeiras; no barulho do vento nas folhas; nos pássaros; no ronco dos mo<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span>tores na terra, na água e no ar... Enfim, se “afinarmos” nossos ouvidos teremos música permanente sem necessidade de recorrer à aparelhagem eletrônica, nem nos debruçar sobre partituras de grandes mestres...O filme "O Som do Coração" é uma conjugação de sons e está aí a sua beleza. Não me canso de ve-lo!<br /><h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="text_exposed_show">Um ótimo final de tarde para todos!</span></span></span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-52311344448571595932010-11-08T18:48:00.001-08:002010-11-08T18:49:44.387-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_HIR2Am5ORFrr4WnKJoYyaKO58OgEhJn-oZW_L4qHb838CA_riLz5G-452Tnovp178XrTQX6bx6z4kA2mX4r6TevDErC7VSszqLgs5oEjjVvdbC6yfJLNqaKB2kbE-AHnnRa1ciZCLQWK/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_HIR2Am5ORFrr4WnKJoYyaKO58OgEhJn-oZW_L4qHb838CA_riLz5G-452Tnovp178XrTQX6bx6z4kA2mX4r6TevDErC7VSszqLgs5oEjjVvdbC6yfJLNqaKB2kbE-AHnnRa1ciZCLQWK/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537376454562537554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">"É a solidão que inspira os poetas,<br /></span></span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">cria os artistas e anima o génio."<br />Henri Dominique Lacordaire</span></span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-77932925690074484432010-11-08T18:47:00.001-08:002010-11-08T18:47:40.396-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyGWxhGOVwmylWC1ov9jGIrP9cRUYhw043KeP3RD8kuGPTVTH-ChA4BVSfET4hJOaMFF2ac4pts-UJ4X2_co7mjTeeh9EmXDFB1hemWlueoyWVc0PZdOgIKWi7LpbfudkMDIlPQebijyzT/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyGWxhGOVwmylWC1ov9jGIrP9cRUYhw043KeP3RD8kuGPTVTH-ChA4BVSfET4hJOaMFF2ac4pts-UJ4X2_co7mjTeeh9EmXDFB1hemWlueoyWVc0PZdOgIKWi7LpbfudkMDIlPQebijyzT/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537376136356480642" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">"Qual é o melhor meio de acumular as ações positivas???</span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message"> O TEMPO."<br />OSHO</span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-9266856073339033542010-11-08T18:45:00.000-08:002010-11-08T18:46:38.207-08:00BILHETE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKaATMFAJH65g5i_TeT7In1Byzlh8GHbaU9VNgod6D2dRZW9ARnpP4pzEoO-8fsDa4xEarGSFWWK4o2a6noU8CLnW_h-arK7mm6JmVkJHMCAkhPHEv_jWzYuoTHoMC8t4HtqPjEzLHy7B/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKaATMFAJH65g5i_TeT7In1Byzlh8GHbaU9VNgod6D2dRZW9ARnpP4pzEoO-8fsDa4xEarGSFWWK4o2a6noU8CLnW_h-arK7mm6JmVkJHMCAkhPHEv_jWzYuoTHoMC8t4HtqPjEzLHy7B/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537375780334870674" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">Se tu me amas, ama-me baixinho.<br /></span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">Não o grites de cima dos telhados.<br /></span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">Deixa em paz os passarinhos.<br /></span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">Deixa em paz a mim!<br /></span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">Se me queres, enfim,<br /></span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">tem de ser bem devagarinho amada,<br /></span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">que a vida é breve,<br /></span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">e o amor mais breve ainda...<br />(Mário Quintana)</span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-15962426435001868142010-11-08T18:44:00.000-08:002010-11-08T18:45:06.844-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinv1s2XVsteCkCWwAWBqhTJmkRSOFqYY_w1zlVegOKl63Ee250ycuxY72l1eYcu-tqONoKjx42eS8TwSrHdQYBp8nOuNhdMi1xklHopu-HCIyiHt3TO68xTPPPtKjKLPIN80_8wV17pusH/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinv1s2XVsteCkCWwAWBqhTJmkRSOFqYY_w1zlVegOKl63Ee250ycuxY72l1eYcu-tqONoKjx42eS8TwSrHdQYBp8nOuNhdMi1xklHopu-HCIyiHt3TO68xTPPPtKjKLPIN80_8wV17pusH/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537375441053425554" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 style="text-align: justify;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">Nunca...Nada me tira o sorriso do rosto...sou feliz SIM, faltam algumas "coisinhas" as vezes...mas nada que falta é essencial... tenho o principal: Uma família linda...amor no coração...paz de espírito...luz no olhar e saúde...amém!!!</span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-55895380755747239992010-11-08T18:39:00.001-08:002010-11-08T18:41:17.964-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc3UATmjXAnDGA7-18no75DG99X_WhRoQr-RF-KS5xnLXAsai5R-x6lXYGKwg_6l4mQ8-lcrZjIGK91sRa1uVKfs4oYF3Xy57FvZKe62hu9SLTJi1VjloeLwdyCSl7QPCs4X8qSOoOx1SM/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc3UATmjXAnDGA7-18no75DG99X_WhRoQr-RF-KS5xnLXAsai5R-x6lXYGKwg_6l4mQ8-lcrZjIGK91sRa1uVKfs4oYF3Xy57FvZKe62hu9SLTJi1VjloeLwdyCSl7QPCs4X8qSOoOx1SM/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537374457572061474" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="UIStory_Message">"Ela acreditava em anjo e,</span><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size:100%;">porque acreditava...eles existiam. "<br />(Clarice Lispector)</span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-67204414433300772812010-11-08T18:31:00.000-08:002010-11-08T18:37:38.694-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiTXt-Ht0jeBG0YV5w-4EfbCuOlf1v5_F-jVixf9F7NGKo7TglkfK0YBXeP0T78JoBTBa2jaqrf1od8jV_jy-vRPcypbGzCeb0pmCksSBW7EesH6oI-6CU3d6LYB7-fNOLFBd3Nhhlp6EG/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiTXt-Ht0jeBG0YV5w-4EfbCuOlf1v5_F-jVixf9F7NGKo7TglkfK0YBXeP0T78JoBTBa2jaqrf1od8jV_jy-vRPcypbGzCeb0pmCksSBW7EesH6oI-6CU3d6LYB7-fNOLFBd3Nhhlp6EG/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537373213603482898" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" >"<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Os hipócritas são como as tâmaras:</span></span></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" >o doce está fora,<br /></span></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" >o mel nas palavras e o duro lá dentro...na alma".<br />(Mateo Alemán)</span></span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-83129897153399154662010-11-08T18:29:00.001-08:002010-11-08T18:30:51.341-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQq7hJRQek1DbpGlY3tRnf4LJ5NyXxxueXc01LVaYTSLJcJj1sDccgPAkqr59KcVtXYYcKzkNWu3D41hdIx9dMTPLcoXuuzfJHHsT_guMCs4NW76CIy-zBZkkf7cQxCr3iX4ATrv1YzkEd/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQq7hJRQek1DbpGlY3tRnf4LJ5NyXxxueXc01LVaYTSLJcJj1sDccgPAkqr59KcVtXYYcKzkNWu3D41hdIx9dMTPLcoXuuzfJHHsT_guMCs4NW76CIy-zBZkkf7cQxCr3iX4ATrv1YzkEd/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537371660621090482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"As vezes, nossa vida é colocada de cabeça para baixo,<br />para que possamos aprender a viver de cabeça para cima"<br /><br />(Autor desconhecido)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634752229831305042.post-31655683196694538432010-11-08T18:27:00.000-08:002010-11-08T18:28:56.358-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgACqY4WGs2fKnREWwFNgv8rl84515jNv6jlGRVg6ovCl77zV0NlcRgsJRDp6NhZC-GC9rNBX7W3uM67lE3PJiucSM7l3JiSw2Y6GV-haBB6ZusnH6j4uavxQ2bv52DQRh98Jn8ZFIazPc3/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgACqY4WGs2fKnREWwFNgv8rl84515jNv6jlGRVg6ovCl77zV0NlcRgsJRDp6NhZC-GC9rNBX7W3uM67lE3PJiucSM7l3JiSw2Y6GV-haBB6ZusnH6j4uavxQ2bv52DQRh98Jn8ZFIazPc3/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537371246636455362" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"> </span><span class="UIStory_Message"></span></h3><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>"HONRA TEU PAI E TUA MÃE,</span></span><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-size:100%;">PARA QUE SE PROLONGEM OS SEUS DIAS NA TERRA..."</span></span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0