tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136520112009-12-01T21:46:47.370-02:00Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.comBlogger549125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-18928402262941672682009-11-26T16:31:00.005-02:002009-11-26T16:52:24.203-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sw7L4rq5BuI/AAAAAAAABc8/fPwNRDo9sjA/s1600/titi%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sw7L4rq5BuI/AAAAAAAABc8/fPwNRDo9sjA/s200/titi%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408484377174279906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sw7LqIOVYeI/AAAAAAAABc0/ok6Lv7Ua8rk/s1600/PALAVRA%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sw7LqIOVYeI/AAAAAAAABc0/ok6Lv7Ua8rk/s200/PALAVRA%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408484127141093858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Palavra não tem lado de dentro.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Palavra não mora no que diz.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Palavra abre para fora.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" > Viviane Mosé</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Ela pode até arrebatar corações<br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">mas tem o poder de conter o fel<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">que espalha inimizades.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Somos terras férteis</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><br />onde a palavra brota<br />aguardando</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">o espetáculo do sol cumprir-se.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-1892840226294167268?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-7743176769143794652009-11-17T19:48:00.005-02:002009-11-17T19:54:36.185-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SwMbRhtExfI/AAAAAAAABcs/aqjEFwZuDuw/s1600/1000imagens%5B1%5D.aspx_ID%3D02851218136818"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SwMbRhtExfI/AAAAAAAABcs/aqjEFwZuDuw/s200/1000imagens%5B1%5D.aspx_ID%3D02851218136818" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405193965693879794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />Ando me indispondo com a lua.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Ela me prometeu um amor eterno.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >O tempo fecha e o negro deserto<br /> rompe as barreiras do felizes para sempre...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-774317676914379465?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-70974108176649737982009-11-02T20:56:00.003-02:002009-11-02T21:13:03.280-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hne1rbuHl2I/Su9nA_P9-sI/AAAAAAAABjM/2DRz3m1cPo4/s1600-h/1256983548118_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hne1rbuHl2I/Su9nA_P9-sI/AAAAAAAABjM/2DRz3m1cPo4/s320/1256983548118_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399647744916585154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hne1rbuHl2I/Su9nAnLCO8I/AAAAAAAABjE/TAg8bRIHwoU/s1600-h/1257018788368_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hne1rbuHl2I/Su9nAnLCO8I/AAAAAAAABjE/TAg8bRIHwoU/s320/1257018788368_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399647738453441474" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;"><br /><br /><br />"Escrever é expressar-se.<br />Escrever é lembrar-se.<br />Uns escrevem para salvar a humanidade ou iniciar lutas de classes<br />outros para se perpetuar na Literatura<br />ou conquistar posições e honrarias.<br />os melhores são os que escrevem pelo prazer de escrever."<br /> Ledo Ivo<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Para não perder a inspiração</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">escreva na sombra de uma árvore</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">mesmo que o sol não apareça</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">enquanto a chuva </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">inunda seus pensamentos:</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">com a água fecunda do amar.</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-7097410817664973798?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-14694691027113224242009-10-13T19:56:00.002-03:002009-10-14T22:01:00.181-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/StZ0PpnyAiI/AAAAAAAABck/ks0-4IpmXPY/s1600-h/1252856509443_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/StZ0PpnyAiI/AAAAAAAABck/ks0-4IpmXPY/s200/1252856509443_f%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392625416042316322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/StZxXXQUDAI/AAAAAAAABcc/UrhbmgATrE0/s1600-h/1255434199093_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/StZxXXQUDAI/AAAAAAAABcc/UrhbmgATrE0/s200/1255434199093_f%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392622250016115714" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Longe<br />tão longe de nós.<br />talvez entre as nuvens da</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">INCERTEZA</span>.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-1469469102711322424?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-26170906507083142342009-10-05T12:37:00.004-03:002009-10-12T14:30:25.421-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SsoUdiR-pPI/AAAAAAAABcQ/lsVqvC_1g8k/s1600-h/1252626677093_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SsoUdiR-pPI/AAAAAAAABcQ/lsVqvC_1g8k/s200/1252626677093_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389142401753195762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />O tempo adormece sentimentos</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;">e faz com que mágoas</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;">se atenuem.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ele permite que façamos</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;">um novo caminho a cada dia...</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;">refletindo as perdas e conduzindo</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;">nossas vidas a um lugar melhor.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-2617090650708314234?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-16563380755437505272009-09-23T21:06:00.002-03:002009-09-23T21:11:21.384-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Srq4ZfRLQ0I/AAAAAAAABcI/VyM6eJMOVZM/s1600-h/1253713465675_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Srq4ZfRLQ0I/AAAAAAAABcI/VyM6eJMOVZM/s200/1253713465675_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384819052504630082" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Corro o risco de odiar a cidade grande</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">e me esconder numa cabana no Caparaó</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">estar só parece urgente</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">quando dentro da gente</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">os barulhos urbanos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">incomodam os ouvidos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">e amedrontam a alma.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-1656338075543750527?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-53680274806349244542009-09-18T08:57:00.006-03:002009-09-20T20:10:48.713-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sraz_sYfI4I/AAAAAAAABcA/6wfzbmnaT80/s1600-h/1252535492518_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sraz_sYfI4I/AAAAAAAABcA/6wfzbmnaT80/s200/1252535492518_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383688311395001218" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" >" Roda mundo,roda gigante,roda moinho,roda pião."</span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" > Chico Buarque</span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" ></span> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >E a roda da vida girando</span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >mais de uma vez me senti perdida</span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e em outras tantas me encontrei .</span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Verdades que aportam a morada</span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >dos corações apaixonantes e </span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >os transformam em abandonantes.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-5368027480634924454?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-17647187652552797312009-09-11T21:39:00.003-03:002009-09-12T22:05:57.136-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sqr4dTkacRI/AAAAAAAABb4/NjD-gcyJWvw/s1600-h/1251635938003_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sqr4dTkacRI/AAAAAAAABb4/NjD-gcyJWvw/s200/1251635938003_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380385887200375058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" >Ideias ousadas são como as </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" ><br />peças de um xadrez<br />que a movem</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" >para frente<br />Podem ser comidas<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" >mas podem começar um jogo.<br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" >Goethe</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Tento ousar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">na pronúncia requintada</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br />de palavras que desconheço.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-1764718765255279731?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-90360042792775241212009-09-04T22:22:00.003-03:002009-09-04T22:39:23.953-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SqHA4bR2R6I/AAAAAAAABbw/GNlblKgNc7I/s1600-h/1251787744086_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SqHA4bR2R6I/AAAAAAAABbw/GNlblKgNc7I/s200/1251787744086_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377791505684907938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" >"Crie novas respostas</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" >para velhas perguntas."</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >Todas as vezes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >que digo não sei</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >começo a elaborar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >um novo questionamento.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-9036004279277524121?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-54135272160446242782009-08-17T21:01:00.003-03:002009-08-17T21:51:41.131-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Son6gKjVTAI/AAAAAAAABbo/nvHiqnaZsOo/s1600-h/1249927078088_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Son6gKjVTAI/AAAAAAAABbo/nvHiqnaZsOo/s200/1249927078088_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371099461111335938" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >" Não é possível ser bom pela metade."</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" > Tolstói</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Não há mal que resista ao bem maior<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">outras vozes ecoam</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br />e presenciam a exata forma<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">que expande-se até o infinito.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-5413527216044624278?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-91180974008614547192009-08-07T22:40:00.004-03:002009-08-07T23:00:25.763-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SnzZtjmiH8I/AAAAAAAABbg/nX-r3FhzPMY/s1600-h/1248210603120_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SnzZtjmiH8I/AAAAAAAABbg/nX-r3FhzPMY/s320/1248210603120_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367404232592990146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SnzZteL7c1I/AAAAAAAABbY/NxIAXe5kgJ8/s1600-h/1249661710394_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SnzZteL7c1I/AAAAAAAABbY/NxIAXe5kgJ8/s320/1249661710394_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367404231139226450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">"Sou aquilo que eu amo e não aquilo que me ama"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Charlie Kaufman</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Reflexo do que intensamente sinto</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">persigo lembranças repriso capítulos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">de histórias que acabaram.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-9118097400861454719?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-23885793396853393732009-08-02T20:16:00.010-03:002009-08-03T21:18:10.934-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SnYhHxLvpQI/AAAAAAAABbQ/1peCVcH9hJY/s1600-h/1249246037106_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SnYhHxLvpQI/AAAAAAAABbQ/1peCVcH9hJY/s320/1249246037106_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365512423403922690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SnYgGo8iGAI/AAAAAAAABbI/EXNJrRJzonI/s1600-h/1248701040133_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SnYgGo8iGAI/AAAAAAAABbI/EXNJrRJzonI/s320/1248701040133_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365511304501139458" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;font-family:arial;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;font-family:arial;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O homem começa a envelhecer</span> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;font-family:arial;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" >quando as lamentações</span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;font-family:arial;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" > começam a tomar</span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;font-family:arial;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" >o lugar dos sonhos.</span></span></span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;font-family:arial;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" >John Barrymore</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >Refletiu no espelho o tempo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >rugas lhe deixavam estranho.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >Fechou os olhos<br />e encontrou</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >em sua alma sonhos imortais.</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-2388579339685339373?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-54386862438776397892009-07-23T21:53:00.005-03:002009-07-23T21:59:11.856-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SmkGo6h0K2I/AAAAAAAABbA/tRY3gnrs3QE/s1600-h/1248359677560_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SmkGo6h0K2I/AAAAAAAABbA/tRY3gnrs3QE/s320/1248359677560_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361824131336907618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Pisei de salto alto no seu coração</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">e você lentamente me abandonou: descalço.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-5438686243877639789?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-46321759035642716582009-07-16T20:34:00.009-03:002009-07-17T10:23:16.536-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sl-538wLKiI/AAAAAAAABa4/zAlcx5khLbM/s1600-h/1243378135505_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sl-538wLKiI/AAAAAAAABa4/zAlcx5khLbM/s320/1243378135505_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359206452446308898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" >" Não tenho tempo algum</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" >porque ser feliz </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" >me consome."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" > Adélia Prado</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >Do nada retirei algo mais.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >De uma tarde nublada</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >descobri restos de calor</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >que o sol deixou.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-4632175903564271658?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-50594279617012392022009-07-13T13:09:00.004-03:002009-07-13T13:20:16.638-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SltdOzEdNWI/AAAAAAAABaw/QMabo3L7B_c/s1600-h/1247357231739_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SltdOzEdNWI/AAAAAAAABaw/QMabo3L7B_c/s320/1247357231739_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357978690495788386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /><br />" Na porta da memória tem um grande guardião</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >chamado desejo."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > pensamento oriental</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >É o ponto fraco das emoções</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >querer muito algo pode mesmo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >afastar de nós : o fruto do desejo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-5059427961701239202?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-20952382454173485522009-07-08T23:17:00.015-03:002009-07-09T09:50:29.070-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SlVVSGrz4bI/AAAAAAAABao/0udGS5Wt_dE/s1600-h/tempo%2Bii%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SlVVSGrz4bI/AAAAAAAABao/0udGS5Wt_dE/s320/tempo%2Bii%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356281101347447218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SlVVRkAY6aI/AAAAAAAABag/Yg7B0yF8GJk/s1600-h/tempo%2Bi%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SlVVRkAY6aI/AAAAAAAABag/Yg7B0yF8GJk/s320/tempo%2Bi%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356281092038519202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />" Não se afobe não</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">que nada é pra já."<br />"</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"> Chico Buarque<br /><br /></span> </div> <div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Porque o tempo está de <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">FRENTE</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">de <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">COSTAS</span><br />se <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">DISTANCIA</span> e <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">ENCOSTA</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Traz <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">DÚVIDAS</span> tremendas</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;">e repentinas <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">RESPOSTAS</span></span><span style="font-family:arial;">.<br />Sabe ser <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">CONDUTOR</span> e </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">se tornar<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> PASSAGEIRO</span></span>.<br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-2095238245417348552?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-71577789870301576272009-07-04T21:47:00.004-03:002009-07-04T21:58:47.173-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sk_6g8Q7g_I/AAAAAAAABaY/ASdTc2oqfOI/s1600-h/1246587300782_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sk_6g8Q7g_I/AAAAAAAABaY/ASdTc2oqfOI/s320/1246587300782_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354773925806703602" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"<span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Quem inventou o amor</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >teve certamente inclinações musicais."</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" > <br />Geraldo Azevedo</span><br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Amores que me encantaram</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >e<br />como por encanto perderam-se</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >em outras partituras.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" ><br />Trilhas sonoras perfeitas </span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >que<br />hoje não acompanham meus dias.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-7157778987030157627?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-66669402798186781012009-07-01T09:29:00.005-03:002009-07-04T21:59:23.768-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SktZLdq6hgI/AAAAAAAABaQ/1zj7jUHH-2g/s1600-h/1246448691421_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SktZLdq6hgI/AAAAAAAABaQ/1zj7jUHH-2g/s320/1246448691421_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353470635538023938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SktY27d2-5I/AAAAAAAABaI/zyweZJr2s4U/s1600-h/1246418110862_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SktY27d2-5I/AAAAAAAABaI/zyweZJr2s4U/s320/1246418110862_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353470282759076754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />" Quando me sinto fraco,</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />então é que sou forte."</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"> ( 2 Coríntios 12,10b)<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >Será que a vida é mesmo<br />uma<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> bomba</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >prestes a qualquer momento<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> explodir</span>.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >Ou um palco maravilhoso</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >onde<br />posso ensaiar novos passos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >e reinventar outra cena quando termina um ato?</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-6666940279818678101?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-23738561045799591002009-06-25T09:48:00.004-03:002009-06-25T09:52:16.825-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SkNyiSQlu1I/AAAAAAAABaA/Ys9BOHD4Jvc/s1600-h/220435%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SkNyiSQlu1I/AAAAAAAABaA/Ys9BOHD4Jvc/s320/220435%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351246715588819794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Declaro para os devidos fins</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">que o amor chegou bem perto de mim.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Pediu permissão para adentrar</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">registrou tudo em cartório</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">e disse que seremos felizes para sempre.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-2373856104579959100?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-65233086606309278242009-06-21T13:25:00.003-03:002009-06-21T14:36:13.055-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sj5iPmEvUNI/AAAAAAAABZ4/hi8rQm9nJ-A/s1600-h/1245249802063_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sj5iPmEvUNI/AAAAAAAABZ4/hi8rQm9nJ-A/s320/1245249802063_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349821427420713170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Agora que o tempo passou</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e seus erros são jogados contra o seu rosto.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Mesmo aprendendo com os próprios erros e</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >tentando se redimir...a culpa ainda te machuca.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-6523308660630927824?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-70406144076834736682009-06-15T08:23:00.005-03:002009-06-15T08:33:58.823-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SjYxDkc5twI/AAAAAAAABZg/zGxWmRr1uPo/s1600-h/1244697085183_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SjYxDkc5twI/AAAAAAAABZg/zGxWmRr1uPo/s320/1244697085183_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347515544943310594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:verdana;">" Com infalível ternura, sua vida</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">sempre lhe apresenta o</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">que você necessita para aprender."</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> Charlotte Back<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> </div> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Estamos tranquilos diante daquilo</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >que antes era desesperador.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >A noite não mais nos assusta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >porque traz a grande certeza<br />de que o amanhecer</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >chega repleto de luz.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-7040614407683473668?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-9515228206350291432009-06-10T21:10:00.011-03:002009-06-10T21:51:24.906-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SjBMqgEkQEI/AAAAAAAABZY/_oIcR-Xn-Jk/s1600-h/m_515eb1528141471f943d7d1f536411ef%5B1%5D.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SjBMqgEkQEI/AAAAAAAABZY/_oIcR-Xn-Jk/s320/m_515eb1528141471f943d7d1f536411ef%5B1%5D.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345857050736083010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SjBLthfXTAI/AAAAAAAABZQ/lktHcSLBKRQ/s1600-h/1244117463366_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SjBLthfXTAI/AAAAAAAABZQ/lktHcSLBKRQ/s320/1244117463366_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345856003144895490" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">"Da boemia, me interessam as pessoas."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> Caetano Veloso</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"Mesmo quando não percebes</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >te observo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >na escuridão dos seus pecados</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >ou na luminosidade das sua virtudes.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />A noite é vigiada</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >por olhos atentos e oportunos.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Acaba-se um gole e outro gole </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >não mais satisfaz.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Dentro de seus mistérios</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >a escuridão ocultaria o maior.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >O clima esfumaçado os cheiros que se misturam.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >A noite embriaga os corpos e exorciza as mentes.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Catalizadora e mediadora do prazer e da dor.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-951522820635029143?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-4570646486287706732009-06-08T11:18:00.002-03:002009-06-08T11:23:52.054-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Si0eT4Ze-sI/AAAAAAAABZI/Yphzrwl76nM/s1600-h/1244267993925_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Si0eT4Ze-sI/AAAAAAAABZI/Yphzrwl76nM/s320/1244267993925_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344961659664267970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Não permita a invasão</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">migre para um lugar tranquilo.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Liberte-se das amarras dos sonhos não concretizados</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">e deixe de ser marionete nas mãos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">pouco hábeis</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">de quem não pode conduzí-lo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-457064648628770673?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-85966150128395851732009-06-03T09:53:00.003-03:002009-06-03T10:01:51.351-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SiZ0Hql8olI/AAAAAAAABZA/LZ61-tSs2eU/s1600-h/orkut-hi5-coracao_%282%29%5B1%5D.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SiZ0Hql8olI/AAAAAAAABZA/LZ61-tSs2eU/s320/orkut-hi5-coracao_%282%29%5B1%5D.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343085682963030610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SiZztb6gN7I/AAAAAAAABY4/fDZeKpoJlS4/s1600-h/1244022902123_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SiZztb6gN7I/AAAAAAAABY4/fDZeKpoJlS4/s320/1244022902123_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343085232346118066" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Ramalhete oferecido </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >como prova sublime de amor.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Descartada a hipótese de fuga.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Afinal de contas.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Quando o coração se entrega: aprisiona-se.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-8596615012839585173?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-2076271927996831412009-05-30T19:05:00.003-03:002009-05-30T19:12:49.928-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SiGuiVIek2I/AAAAAAAABYw/YZFT9IvMLes/s1600-h/cda%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SiGuiVIek2I/AAAAAAAABYw/YZFT9IvMLes/s320/cda%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341742537849607010" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="titulo">"Antologia poética", de Carlos Drummond de Andrade</p> <p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"O primeiro amor passou / O segundo amor passou / O terceiro amor passou / Mas o coração continua". Estes versos tocam você, pois você também observa a vida poeticamente. E não são só os sentimentos que te inspiram. Pequenas experiências do cotidiano – aquela moça que passa correndo com o buquê de flores, o vizinho que cantarola ao buscar o jornal na porta – emocionam você. Seu olhar é doce, mas também perspicaz.<br /><b>"Antologia poética"</b> (1962), de Drummond, um dos nossos grandes poetas, também reúne essas qualidades. Seus poemas são singelos e sagazes ao mesmo tempo, provando que não é preciso ser duro para entender as sutilezas do cotidiano.</p><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /></p><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /></p><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">O meu resultado foi esse acima.</p><p><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Faça o seu teste </span><a style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://educarparacrescer.abril.uol.com.br/leitura/testes/livro-nacional.shtml">aqui </a><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">.</span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-207627192799683141?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com7