tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22247713520286839222024-03-19T05:52:04.136-07:00Um Dedinho De Prosaum dedinho de prosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236462942188556741noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224771352028683922.post-16636059799920574042012-02-19T14:01:00.005-08:002012-02-19T15:29:02.453-08:00Guerras Internas<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMcE7DEf1lJWZorJmcW7XrqOFPwyORAJ8lcVS-h2bYCWwOftG-z4vIcAJURNs2BGcHXqE9Wd8ycci6Zkpb0s3zMz5NM1dvJ8alViGUm7HCijOrlls5pk8Hctu_zVkgRG7QRzwWtyjCkM/s1600/amigos.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710992737535766098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMcE7DEf1lJWZorJmcW7XrqOFPwyORAJ8lcVS-h2bYCWwOftG-z4vIcAJURNs2BGcHXqE9Wd8ycci6Zkpb0s3zMz5NM1dvJ8alViGUm7HCijOrlls5pk8Hctu_zVkgRG7QRzwWtyjCkM/s400/amigos.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"><strong>Não estarei destruindo meus inimigos,<br />quando os transformo em amigos?<br /><br />Abraham Lincoln</strong></span></div>um dedinho de prosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236462942188556741noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224771352028683922.post-25831371806338397712012-02-17T19:01:00.010-08:002012-02-19T15:31:58.261-08:00Pessoas<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNPFO31E_d5QJpkDaWJKfUjFJv_d49SissHzSSQ5ZS1r7Z5HWC6yx0wxWbBtXrvelf3DU7FwZ5P7NCByxPxPwGTlbdtyoXQ26PNcJ5qm2URxTVLxt2oECq1PEUm8JGHGOWB0NAFHRwRg/s1600/eterno.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710993510550603250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNPFO31E_d5QJpkDaWJKfUjFJv_d49SissHzSSQ5ZS1r7Z5HWC6yx0wxWbBtXrvelf3DU7FwZ5P7NCByxPxPwGTlbdtyoXQ26PNcJ5qm2URxTVLxt2oECq1PEUm8JGHGOWB0NAFHRwRg/s400/eterno.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330000;">Há algumas pessoas que são lindas<br />demais para serem descritas<br />por palavras.<br /><br />É necessário admirá-las em silêncio<br />para apreciá-las em toda a sua<br />plenitude.<br /><br />Às vezes o silêncio é mais esclarecedor<br />que um fluxo de palavras.<br /><br />Um olhar diz muito mais que<br />um jorro de palavras.<br /><br />As verdadeiras palavras não são sempre<br />bonitas e as palavras bonitas nem<br />sempre são verdades.<br /><br />As grandes mentes fazem com que,<br />em poucas palavras muitas<br />coisas sejam ouvidas.<br /><br />As mentes pequenas acham que têm,<br />pelo contrário, a concessão para<br />falar e não dizer nada.<br /><br />Florian Bernard</span></strong> </span></span></div>um dedinho de prosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236462942188556741noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224771352028683922.post-33298704504480206232012-02-02T20:24:00.005-08:002012-02-19T15:38:28.525-08:00Como a chuva!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWXDyoOeoqVl9YN0Efs8bU8qhev6tgr1XGOgDgo8rn98yd04ku3NNT34WM5I0dEXocOA7QqYGMWUM6l1m6Q-7-0zmCidAVI_Mqy7LcAW7F7nbkVrNtBgO7edQf4eHfTl4HpIlxsPZ_gAk/s1600/chuviscando.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710995200873579618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWXDyoOeoqVl9YN0Efs8bU8qhev6tgr1XGOgDgo8rn98yd04ku3NNT34WM5I0dEXocOA7QqYGMWUM6l1m6Q-7-0zmCidAVI_Mqy7LcAW7F7nbkVrNtBgO7edQf4eHfTl4HpIlxsPZ_gAk/s400/chuviscando.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"><strong>Ame como a chuva fina.<br /><br />Esta cai em silencio, quase sem<br />fazer notar, mas é capaz de<br />transbordar rios.<br /><br />Paulo Coelho</strong></span></div>um dedinho de prosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236462942188556741noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224771352028683922.post-6096767742468122942012-01-29T17:26:00.000-08:002012-02-02T20:25:52.201-08:00Voltando às Raizes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQ6vFn0atuoblS7PyNzXjxPSKoA6C48rOt2D5tA0EuhMtK_Wq6aKc96UuI8I0PAwu4a0KHlXko4oHeBtoPzlArnMO96oWZe3YDeMObBtnSaleFzGRuMFPhz326BI-y9eTgFTXSYF3ob0/s1600/viagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="256px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQ6vFn0atuoblS7PyNzXjxPSKoA6C48rOt2D5tA0EuhMtK_Wq6aKc96UuI8I0PAwu4a0KHlXko4oHeBtoPzlArnMO96oWZe3YDeMObBtnSaleFzGRuMFPhz326BI-y9eTgFTXSYF3ob0/s320/viagem.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>E então descobrimos o motivo </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>que levou o poeta cantar: </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em><span style="color: #4c1130;"><strong></strong></span></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>"Bom é partir...bom mesmo é poder voltar"</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em><span style="color: #4c1130;"><strong></strong></span></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Ele tinha razão. </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em><span style="color: #4c1130;"><strong></strong></span></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>A partida nos abre os olhos </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>para o que deixamos.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em><span style="color: #4c1130;"><strong></strong></span></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>A distância nos permite mensurar </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>os espaços deixados.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em><span style="color: #4c1130;"><strong></strong></span></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Por isso, partidas e chegadas, são </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>instrumentos que nos indicam quem </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>somos, o que amamos e o que é </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>essencial para que a gente </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>continue sendo.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em><span style="color: #4c1130;"><strong></strong></span></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Ao ver o mundo que não é meu, eu me </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>reencontro com o desejo de amar </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>ainda mais o meu território.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em><span style="color: #4c1130;"><strong></strong></span></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>É consequência natural que faz o coração,</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>querer voltar ao ponto inicial, ao </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>lugar onde tudo começou.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em><span style="color: #4c1130;"><strong></strong></span></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Pe. Fábio de Melo</strong></em></span></div>um dedinho de prosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05236462942188556741noreply@blogger.com4