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A vida dá voltas e essas voltas com certeza nos trazem de volta aos inúmeros pontos de memória e fatos que ao longo da vida ficam registrados.<br />
Quando assumi a condição de aprendiz nessa minha existencia eu não tinha outra escolha. O fato é que temos pouco tempo e há muito que deixar ... na verdade o aprender nada mais é que o abandono de tudo. Ao abandonarmos tudo, conscientes de que este "tudo" é na verdade "nada" e então haverá espaço para o que de fato é ou seja o que não é, porque nada precisa ser já que tudo aquilo que é simplesmente "É'. Mas voltando ao principio de que "tudo" é "nada" concluo que nem eu mesma estou aqui. Não existo, nunca existi. Nada existiu. Você não existe. Meu vizinho não existe.<br />
Será que isso é algo bom ou mau? O Bom e o Mau também não existe.<br />
Estamos nadando no vazio dentro do "Nada" . "Nadando no Nada"<br />
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Composto por 15 pessoas de diversas origens, o grupo do Instituto Integrare apresenta o concerto de Instrumental Vibracional Tibetano há mais de quatro anos.</div>
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Fundado em Araxá, Minas Gerais, o Instrumental Vibracional possui músicos, maestro, poetas, escritores, profissionais de cura, terapeutas, pessoas de diferentes origens e que realizam diversos trabalhos. Todos eles, porém, possuem algo em comum: o desejo de compartilhar as vibrações puras dos sons de Mantras e Instrumentos Sagrados de distintas origens e tradições, em especial a Tibetana.</div>
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<em style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“Nosso objetivo é criar um momento de pura paz. Um momento em que as pessoas possam se sentir elevadas em sua vibração, percebam em seu corpo e sua mente o aumento da frequência e sejam envolvidas pela harmonia do Som”</em>&nbsp;– afirma Maria Ângela Bittencourt, uma das fundadoras do grupo.</div>
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O grupo se apresenta em momentos de meditação, fóruns, eventos, palestras e workshops. O repertório perpassa pelos mais ancestrais mantras orientais, como: “Om Mane Padme Hum”, “Om Tare”, “Gayatri Mantra”, “Om Namah Shivaya”, além de Nomes Sagrados de Deus em Hebraico.</div>
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O propósito é beneficiar quem ouve e degusta as vibrações harmônicas dos instrumentos e mantras, possibilitando um momento de relaxamento e integração dos hemisférios racional e intuitivo, facilitando insights e o espírito de cuidado e compreensão entre as pessoas.</div>
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Se a música é capaz de fazer isto, basta ouvir ou assistir as apresentações do Grupo. Se, como diz o princípio NadaBrama “O Mundo é Som”, as partículas e ondas de cada átomo da criação são notas musicais que o Grande Maestro compôs. Cabe a nós descobrir nossas notas, nossos ritmos e participar da Música das Esferas que conduz o ritmo da Ordem Implicada – Ciência e Espiritualidade se encontram em suas linguagens, produzindo um sentido único: a Vida.</div>
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<em style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“E nós precisamos descobrir o pulsar correto, de acordo com o ritmo ecoante de nossos corações e mentes, conectados à Teia Cósmica. O Instrumental Vibracional permite acessar esse conhecimento de forma natural e muito prazerosa”</em>&nbsp;– relata Maria Ângela</div>
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Tsyngas, Taças Tibetanas, Didgeridoos, FengGongs, Taças de Som são alguns dos instrumentos utilizados.</div>
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<span style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: 600; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">As taças produzem o som das espirais do Universo, produzindo um continuum de elevação de frequência. O Feng Gong além de purificar, facilita pequenos saltos quânticos de consciência durante a meditação.</span>&nbsp;Taças de Som tocam o emocional e ativam pontos específicos das glândulas por intermédio dos chacras dos ouvintes. O Didgeridoo alça a vibração dos Mantras e Sons Instrumentais às dimensões sutis e produz um alinhamento sistêmico da frequência coletiva.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Eu queria seu carinho</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Seus abraços</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Seus beijos</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Queria dormir no seu abraço</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Sentir seu cheiro</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Sua respiração</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Queria o seu toque nos meus cabelos</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Seus olhos nos meus olhos</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Que conversasse comigo</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Queria que procurasse me conhecer</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Saber quem eu sou</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Queria sair com você de mãos dadas</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Mãos dadas, não apenas que estivesse segurando na minha mão</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Mas que tivesse consciencia de que estavamos de mãos dadas. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Eu queria que olhasse nos meus olhos de verdade</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Que falasse comigo olhando bem lá dentro dos meus olhos</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Queria que dissesse coisas que eu gostaria de ouvir</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Mas que eu nunca precisasse te pedir isso.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Queria que fosse natural.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Queria de vez em quando que você ficasse comigo na cozinha e juntos pudessemos preparar algo, desfrutando do prazer da companhia um do outro.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Queria que você estivesse comigo, que fosse meu amigo, meu companheiro, meu cumplice, meu confidente. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Queria que simplesmente me ouvisse quando eu me abrisse com você, e não que viesse com soluções prontas ou que procurasse justificar dizendo que o que estava me acontecendo era culpa minha mesmo, mesmo que fosse. Eu só queria um ouvido, um ombro, um parceiro.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Eu queria sentir que sou importante para você, que minhas opiniões fosse valorizadas e levadas em conta na hora de decidir até mesmo coisas triviais como qual cor pintaremos o nosso quarto ou onde vamos colocar uma planta.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Eu queria me sentir mais que simplesmente desejada como mulher mas amada como uma pessoa, um ser pensante.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Eu esperei muito por tudo isso e muito mais. Eu esperei anos a fio.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Eu estive aqui do seu lado e sempre esperando você voltar e sempre acreditando no amor que eu sentia por você.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>E sempre acreditando que todas as minhas escolhas tinham sido certas, &nbsp;pelo simples fato de que foram sempre sinceras.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>E é disso que hoje eu preciso.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Continuar sendo verdadeira nas minhas escolhas.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Continuar sendo verdadeira comigo mesma. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Eu fui aos poucos me moldando na realidade que me surgiu.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Eu fui criando casca nas feridas e aprendendo a me curar sozinha.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Por não ter com quem falar pois quando falava era atacada com críticas e censuras.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Eu aprendi a sobreviver comigo mesma.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Meu processo foi acontecendo lentamente.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Não foi de um dia para o outro como parece.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>O problema é que você não teve sequer sensibilidade para perceber o que acontecia.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Não, você nunca me levou a sério.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Eu entendo hoje que nunca fui ouvida de fato.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Ninguem chegou perto de mim, como você poderia ter chegado.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>E eu lhe digo uma coisa, eu valho muito a pena.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Mas algumas nuances do meu ser estão guardadas, intocadas, porque ainda nenhum mortal conseguiu atingir. Eu tenho guardado isso a vida toda.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>E continuará guardado por uma simples questão de que não foram despertados. </i></span><br />
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Berna, 6 janeiro 1948<br />
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Minha florzinha,<br />
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recebi sua carta desse estranho Bucsky, datada de 30 de dezembro. Como fiquei contente, minha irmãzinha, com certas frases suas. Não diga porém: descobri que ainda há muita coisa viva em mim. Mas não, minha querida! Você está toda viva! Somente você tem levado uma vida irracional, uma vida que não parece com você.<br />
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Tania, não pense que a pessoa tem tanta força assim a ponto de levar qualquer espécie de vida e continuar a mesma. Até cortar os próprios defeitos pode ser perigoso — nunca se sabe qual é o defeito que sustenta nosso edifício inteiro.<br />
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Nem sei como lhe explicar, querida irmã, minha alma. Mas o que eu queria dizer é que a gente é muito preciosa, e que é somente até certo ponto que a gente pode desistir de si própria e se dar aos outros e às circunstâncias. Depois que uma pessoa perder o respeito de si mesma e o respeito de suas próprias necessidades — depois disso fica-se um pouco um trapo.<br />
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Eu queria tanto, tanto estar junto de você e conversar, e contar experiências minhas e de outros. Você veria que há certos momentos em que o primeiro dever a realizar é em relação a si mesmo. Eu mesma não queria contar a você como estou agora, porque achei inútil. Pretendia apenas lhe contar o meu novo caráter, ou falta de caráter, um mês antes de irmos para o Brasil, para você estar prevenida. Mas espero de tal forma que no navio ou avião que nos levar de volta eu me transforme instantaneamente na antiga que eu era, que talvez nem fosse necessário contar.<br />
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Querida, quase quatro anos me transformaram muito. Do momento em que me resignei, perdi toda a vivacidade e todo interesse pelas coisas. Você já viu como um touro castrado se transforma num boi? assim fiquei eu..., em que pese a dura comparação... Para me adaptar (sic) ao que era inadatável (sic), para vencer minhas repulsas e meus sonhos, tive que cortar meus aguilhões — cortei em mim a força que poderia fazer mal aos outros e a mim. E com isso cortei também minha força.<br />
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Espero que você nunca me veja assim resignada, porque é quase repugnante. Espero que no navio que nos leve de volta, só a idéia de ver você e de retomar um pouco minha vida — que não era maravilhosa mas era uma vida — eu me transforme inteiramente.<br />
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Mariazinha, mulher do Milton, um dia desses encheu-se de coragem, como ela disse, e me perguntou: você era muito diferente, não era? Ela disse que me achava ardente e vibrante, e que quando me encontrou agora se disse: ou esta calma excessiva é uma atitude ou então ela mudou tanto que parece quase irreconhecível. Uma outra pessoa disse que eu me movo com uma lassidão de mulher de cinqüenta anos. Tudo isso você não vai ver nem sentir, queira Deus. Não haveria nem necessidade de lhe dizer, então... Mas não pude deixar de querer lhe mostrar o que pode acontecer com uma pessoa que fez pacto com todos, e que se esqueceu de que o nó vital de uma pessoa deve ser respeitado.<br />
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Minha irmãzinha, ouça meu conselho, ouça meu pedido: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">respeite a você mais do que aos outros, respeite suas exigências, respeite mesmo o que é ruim em você — respeite sobretudo o que você imagina que é ruim em você — pelo amor de Deus, não queira fazer de você uma pessoa perfeita —não copie uma pessoa ideal, copie você mesma — é esse o único meio de viver.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"> Eu tenho tanto medo de que aconteça com você o que aconteceu comigo, pois nós somos parecidas.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"> Juro por Deus que se houvesse um céu, uma pessoa que se sacrificou por covardia — será punida e irá para um inferno qualquer. Se é que uma vida morna não será punida por essa mesma mornidão.</span><span style="color: #666666;"> Pegue para você o que lhe pertence, e o que lhe pertence é tudo aquilo que sua vida exige. Parece uma moral amoral. Mas o que é verdadeiramente imoral é ter desistido de si mesma. Espero em Deus que você acredite em mim. Gostaria mesmo que você me visse e assistisse minha vida sem eu saber — pois somente saber de sua presença me transformaria e me daria vida e alegria. Isso seria uma lição para você. Ver o que pode suceder quando se pactuou com a comodidade de alma.<br />
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Tenha coragem de se transformar, minha querida, de fazer_o que você deseja – seja sair nos week-end, seja o que for. Me escreva sem a preocupação de falar coisas neutras — porque como poderíamos fazer bem uma a outra sem esse mínimo de sinceridade?<br />
Que o ano novo lhe traga todas as felicidades, minha querida. Receba um abraço de muita saudade, de enorme saudade de sua irmã<br />
Clarice-</span></span></b></span></div><hr align="JUSTIFY" /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"><span style="color: #666666;">(Nota: Carta de Clarice Lispector à sua irmã Tânia, do livro "Correspondências Clarice Lispector", Editora Rocco, págs. 165, 166, 167)</span></span></b></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Grata pela visita.</div></content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3f19f8e8e0feba43&type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/feeds/7079430415700449448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365212115423038260&postID=7079430415700449448&isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/7079430415700449448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/7079430415700449448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/2009/09/clarice-lispector.html' title='Clarice Lispector fala por mim.'/><author><name>Branca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768567315963325822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisqT7UO4T3oEJnr6lGBp9g0g-zL6qGDEVAYxNHBv5pZMpf9cMDzHa0w1vvvo94hqhigpgS-c9vly1z5olj_RnTKFtn_dfa82kLCA_trGh8X5W51S5dYjemlMQjHnzDAhU/s220/1482816_753134114716065_1296736497_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365212115423038260.post-6159334844577265417</id><published>2011-07-13T22:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T22:54:21.768-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatinho</title><content type='html'><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkdTHc7kmH7Cj5KfOlq7klhd35GGG5P-jQQb9KPFFOJE3JDVnEYizRgrabuta79bkgqrA5wCtWAKiSQZS6ns_UkRFf_UytJN7gYbSQulwRqzabMbDm-e4xmgsElSb9wyRKCQ6A1Wq_PVs/s1600/kitten_and_butterfly_screensaver_29104.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkdTHc7kmH7Cj5KfOlq7klhd35GGG5P-jQQb9KPFFOJE3JDVnEYizRgrabuta79bkgqrA5wCtWAKiSQZS6ns_UkRFf_UytJN7gYbSQulwRqzabMbDm-e4xmgsElSb9wyRKCQ6A1Wq_PVs/s320/kitten_and_butterfly_screensaver_29104.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
carinho&nbsp; e atenção é o segredo<br />
quem naum gosta disso<br />
é so colocar o leite todo dia e o gatinho vem<br />
dai vc afaga<br />
e ele naum&nbsp; vai mais embora<br />
te adota</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Grata pela visita.</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/feeds/6159334844577265417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365212115423038260&postID=6159334844577265417&isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/6159334844577265417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/6159334844577265417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/2011/06/gatinho.html' title='Gatinho'/><author><name>Branca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768567315963325822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisqT7UO4T3oEJnr6lGBp9g0g-zL6qGDEVAYxNHBv5pZMpf9cMDzHa0w1vvvo94hqhigpgS-c9vly1z5olj_RnTKFtn_dfa82kLCA_trGh8X5W51S5dYjemlMQjHnzDAhU/s220/1482816_753134114716065_1296736497_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkdTHc7kmH7Cj5KfOlq7klhd35GGG5P-jQQb9KPFFOJE3JDVnEYizRgrabuta79bkgqrA5wCtWAKiSQZS6ns_UkRFf_UytJN7gYbSQulwRqzabMbDm-e4xmgsElSb9wyRKCQ6A1Wq_PVs/s72-c/kitten_and_butterfly_screensaver_29104.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365212115423038260.post-5720714882413155189</id><published>2011-04-23T22:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:35:23.807-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boca"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jardim"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sonho"/><title type='text'>Branco Jardim de Quimeras</title><content type='html'><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Em meus sonhos sou luz</span></b></span></o:p></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Que beija a tua face rosada</span></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Percorre teu corpo </span></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Deseja a tua boca </span></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">De puro delírio e desejo </span></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Doce vício</span></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Torrentes de amor </span></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Quimera perfeita </span></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Paixão eleita e sentida </span></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Teus lábios de carne quente e macia </span></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Transforma tudo em poesia. </span></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Visão mais que perfeita</span></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Jardim de acácias alvas</span></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Jasmim perfumado</span></b></span></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Doce serenata</span></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; 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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Um quintal lindo!!!<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Com árvores frutíferas, flores perfumadas, borboletas mil, passarinhos alegres.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Banquinhos debaixo da jabuticabeira.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Sentávamos ali e ficávamos ouvindo o canto dos pássaros. Saboreávamos os doces frutos da jabuticabeira, laranjeira, pitangueira, do pé de acerola, da mexeriqueira, do jambeiro, das ameixeiras, etc.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Eu podia passar um milhão de tardes naquele lugar de tão especial que era.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Era o lugar mais gostoso de nossa casa!<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Hoje se tornou um depósito de lixo e entulho.</span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Destruíram meu lugar especial.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Destruíram meu recanto tão agradável.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Hoje é só sujeira, lama, lixo.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Hoje tudo aquilo se perdeu. Cortaram minhas queridas arvores, Pouco a pouco, destruíram tudo.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"> A jabuticabeira que ainda resiste a tudo, já não tem mais aqueles agradáveis banquinhos debaixo dela. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Hoje ela está afundada em entulhos por todos os lados. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Eu me entristeço no fundo da alma quando vou lá e sei que ela está triste também. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Ninguém mais suporta aquele lugar. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Eu sinto como se tivesse sido roubada. Roubaram a minha alegria. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Sequer posso reclamar. De nada adianta.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Posso apenas entristecer-me. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Entristecer-me e sentir saudades do meu lugar especial. Pois não me entendem. É como se todo aquele entulho fosse muito mais necessário.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Quem se importa com o que penso ou acho de tudo isso? <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Não tenho esse direito. Sou como um nada. Morri.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">É isso. Estou morta. Portanto ninguém me vê, ninguém me ouve, ninguém se importa com meus sentimentos.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Quando falo me ouvem, mas não me escutam. São apenas tolices.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Deve ser assim que se sentem as almas que voltam na terra e vêem as coisas que lhe eram tão caras jogadas, destruídas, desprezadas.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Branca</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Grata pela visita.</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/feeds/9142826541813030032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365212115423038260&postID=9142826541813030032&isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/9142826541813030032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/9142826541813030032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/2011/03/cansada.html' title='Cansada'/><author><name>Branca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768567315963325822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisqT7UO4T3oEJnr6lGBp9g0g-zL6qGDEVAYxNHBv5pZMpf9cMDzHa0w1vvvo94hqhigpgS-c9vly1z5olj_RnTKFtn_dfa82kLCA_trGh8X5W51S5dYjemlMQjHnzDAhU/s220/1482816_753134114716065_1296736497_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQDMSmFw3DA/TYOfVgRAkjI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ttjRfnL4loQ/s72-c/cansada.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365212115423038260.post-2249275212250986138</id><published>2011-02-28T10:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T10:07:07.426-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coragem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lliberdade"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sentimentos"/><title type='text'>Pelo direito de ser quem se é.</title><content type='html'><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBVr4BkC1_6hTqfoppkVRt-R7agc-zgf31RyIj019Sqtfhq5OmsH7qMMQwNW7Mh4-Vs_HuANJsKutnBJNEGBLYDQUneAhMTDc1q8iJr3LX3GJUpcqxWtrEvt_t0uNB45h7SA_Ofjrl0S2k/s1600/liberdade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBVr4BkC1_6hTqfoppkVRt-R7agc-zgf31RyIj019Sqtfhq5OmsH7qMMQwNW7Mh4-Vs_HuANJsKutnBJNEGBLYDQUneAhMTDc1q8iJr3LX3GJUpcqxWtrEvt_t0uNB45h7SA_Ofjrl0S2k/s400/liberdade.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">Por que às vezes o amor é sufocante?</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">Por que às vezes aquele que ama acha que amar é construir um terrário e colocar quem se ama lá dentro?</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">Pode ser o terrário mais lindo e perfeito do mundo, mas ele sufoca, inibe, castra, limita.</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">O amor é isso?</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">Esse tipo de amor rouba a felicidade de ambas as partes.</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">O amor tem que ser com liberdade e respeito para cada um poder ser quem se é. Sem culpa.</span></i></b><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sem aquele papinho de que "Você tem que mudar"</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">Tudo bem se você tem que mudar algo, afinal todo mundo tem que melhorar. Mas quando você tem que ser praticamente outra pessoa, então já passou do ponto - Será que só tenho defeito? a gente se pergunta.</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">Um dia se cansa de se torturar tentando ser o que as pessoas julgam ser o melhor, o certo. E você começa a reparar que essas mesmas pessoas também têm monte de defeitos, que não sabem administrar nem suas próprias vidas, mas querem administrar a sua.</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">Um dia você percebe que passou sua vida toda preocupado em ser perfeito. Em atingir metas. Atender as expectativas de todo mundo que você julga importante, como se só assim você fosse ser amado ou admirado por elas.</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">Eu lhe digo que se essas pessoas te amam mesmo elas continuarão te amando ainda que você não seja perfeito, porque a gente já sabe que esse negócio de perfeição não existe mesmo. É ilusão.</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">As pessoas que você hoje julga perfeita só são porque você ainda não conviveu com ela.</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">Quem ama sabe, sobretudo como te falar sobre algo que não está legal, sem te jogar pra baixo. Sem ser rude. Sabe fazer uma poda que fortalece e não uma poda que arranca suas forças.</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">Além de que você não vai conseguir ser outra pessoa só para agradar o outro pelo resto da vida. </span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">Ser a gente mesmo é um direito básico e inalienável de qualquer um.</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">Se você deixar passar a oportunidade de ser você mesmo você não vai existir.</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">Permita-se. </span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;">Eu também quero conseguir isso.</span></i><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="color: #330099;">by Branca</span></i></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Grata pela visita.</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/feeds/2249275212250986138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365212115423038260&postID=2249275212250986138&isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/2249275212250986138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/2249275212250986138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/2009/07/pelo-direito-de-ser-quem-se-e.html' title='Pelo direito de ser quem se é.'/><author><name>Branca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768567315963325822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisqT7UO4T3oEJnr6lGBp9g0g-zL6qGDEVAYxNHBv5pZMpf9cMDzHa0w1vvvo94hqhigpgS-c9vly1z5olj_RnTKFtn_dfa82kLCA_trGh8X5W51S5dYjemlMQjHnzDAhU/s220/1482816_753134114716065_1296736497_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBVr4BkC1_6hTqfoppkVRt-R7agc-zgf31RyIj019Sqtfhq5OmsH7qMMQwNW7Mh4-Vs_HuANJsKutnBJNEGBLYDQUneAhMTDc1q8iJr3LX3GJUpcqxWtrEvt_t0uNB45h7SA_Ofjrl0S2k/s72-c/liberdade.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365212115423038260.post-7808108808682561037</id><published>2011-02-21T09:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T22:55:12.761-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor; paixão; boca; tesão;"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coração. paixão"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="encontros; amor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia"/><title type='text'>Respirando</title><content type='html'><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; text-align: center;"><i>Talvez um dia você entre aqui e não me reconheça</i><br />
<i>Digo isso porque sou mutante</i><br />
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<i>Branca</i><br />
<i> </i></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Grata pela visita.</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/feeds/7607656414091779707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365212115423038260&postID=7607656414091779707&isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/7607656414091779707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/7607656414091779707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/2010/05/talvez-um-dia-voce-entre-aqui-e-nao-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Branca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768567315963325822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisqT7UO4T3oEJnr6lGBp9g0g-zL6qGDEVAYxNHBv5pZMpf9cMDzHa0w1vvvo94hqhigpgS-c9vly1z5olj_RnTKFtn_dfa82kLCA_trGh8X5W51S5dYjemlMQjHnzDAhU/s220/1482816_753134114716065_1296736497_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7GA60BRTHIhZd9dRFZZRV7bhKilwM1tcVVbbfWXgi7O8y8p1PPWS2O072udDaHbmSd69c9lZDO75vLQClbHVtflkXc0VedYoS8dlxf7QZs-kkIJt9QkS1fIgUYDqEJWvUExg5-wlmrHlc/s72-c/k-silhouette-beauty-girls-beach-Wet-mond-ZACHODY-S%C5%81O%C5%83CA-PLAINTIVE-my-album-Desert-rose-sexy-girl_large.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365212115423038260.post-8274004485110292992</id><published>2011-01-14T12:54:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:56:57.994-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="branca"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coração"/><title type='text'>CEGUEIRA</title><content type='html'><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SoUtZFaIjb8/TC9eY3oqAiI/AAAAAAAAA4k/mQG1pTd6AoU/s1600/4335328119_91519acbd9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SoUtZFaIjb8/TC9eY3oqAiI/AAAAAAAAA4k/mQG1pTd6AoU/s400/4335328119_91519acbd9.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Tudo é tão claro! Tão óbvio!&nbsp;</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>E mesmo assim a gente não quer aceitar.&nbsp;</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Por que será?&nbsp;</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Será masoquismo?&nbsp;</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Que eu nunca me esqueça que a primeira pessoa que deve me dar valor sou eu mesma.</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Que eu só devo dar prioridade a quem me dá o mesmo.</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Relacionamento tem que ser uma troca equilibrada para não ser algo doentio. Algo que ao invés de lhe fazer bem lhe faz mal.</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Lembre-se Branca, de tudo que você sabe e já passou.</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Lembre-se de cada promessa que fez a si mesma.</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Por favor não acredite em contos de fadas.</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Não se iluda.&nbsp;</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Entregar-se? Sim, de corpo e alma.&nbsp;</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Mas isso somente para quem de fato mereça.</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Guarde o seu coração.&nbsp;</b></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>De mim para mim mesma</b></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Branca</b></i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Grata pela visita.</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/feeds/8274004485110292992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365212115423038260&postID=8274004485110292992&isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/8274004485110292992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/8274004485110292992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/2011/01/cegueira.html' title='CEGUEIRA'/><author><name>Branca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768567315963325822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisqT7UO4T3oEJnr6lGBp9g0g-zL6qGDEVAYxNHBv5pZMpf9cMDzHa0w1vvvo94hqhigpgS-c9vly1z5olj_RnTKFtn_dfa82kLCA_trGh8X5W51S5dYjemlMQjHnzDAhU/s220/1482816_753134114716065_1296736497_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SoUtZFaIjb8/TC9eY3oqAiI/AAAAAAAAA4k/mQG1pTd6AoU/s72-c/4335328119_91519acbd9.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365212115423038260.post-3276005685952366599</id><published>2011-01-08T21:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:55:22.845-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="solidão"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="verdade"/><title type='text'>SOLIDÃO</title><content type='html'><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA3O4K_MVjXULUbPqJWluWQ1WbnUJIYOkjHgUqX46mddw6JfwSULCUCi-kSpTcKXXXyOfLQeaorgJUpReRhu2coH8CdgwvRfLAw7hnojdi_3-DiYa_jcS2qnJJvndr-GQjlMw3xUOY04LM/s1600/calmaria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA3O4K_MVjXULUbPqJWluWQ1WbnUJIYOkjHgUqX46mddw6JfwSULCUCi-kSpTcKXXXyOfLQeaorgJUpReRhu2coH8CdgwvRfLAw7hnojdi_3-DiYa_jcS2qnJJvndr-GQjlMw3xUOY04LM/s320/calmaria.jpg" width="307" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Ela é minha constante companheira</i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Às vezes se afasta um pouco&nbsp;</i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Mas está sempre ali</i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Mas é estranho</i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Pois se ela é minha companheira e está sempre ali</i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Ela na verdade não existe</i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Branca</i></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Grata pela visita.</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/feeds/3276005685952366599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365212115423038260&postID=3276005685952366599&isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/3276005685952366599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/3276005685952366599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/2011/01/solidao.html' title='SOLIDÃO'/><author><name>Branca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768567315963325822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisqT7UO4T3oEJnr6lGBp9g0g-zL6qGDEVAYxNHBv5pZMpf9cMDzHa0w1vvvo94hqhigpgS-c9vly1z5olj_RnTKFtn_dfa82kLCA_trGh8X5W51S5dYjemlMQjHnzDAhU/s220/1482816_753134114716065_1296736497_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA3O4K_MVjXULUbPqJWluWQ1WbnUJIYOkjHgUqX46mddw6JfwSULCUCi-kSpTcKXXXyOfLQeaorgJUpReRhu2coH8CdgwvRfLAw7hnojdi_3-DiYa_jcS2qnJJvndr-GQjlMw3xUOY04LM/s72-c/calmaria.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365212115423038260.post-4302017145132161499</id><published>2010-12-27T14:12:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T22:56:41.170-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor; paixão; boca; tesão;"/><title type='text'>PAIXÃO PASTEURIZADA</title><content type='html'><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh00pQEIbDtKod9wboZA1DP7pPHWLBYFPxYVqc7TqGpjtTu8hod4fnBN8BPz7v_fXmyzLIlc4zwOPMebhZNnp1BV_YipYfsGTBVI0lPVSixyy6F6pa9RJ0HSwJ0F1zC0Zwf_E3DoiFb-lhm/s1600/rilikaplmm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh00pQEIbDtKod9wboZA1DP7pPHWLBYFPxYVqc7TqGpjtTu8hod4fnBN8BPz7v_fXmyzLIlc4zwOPMebhZNnp1BV_YipYfsGTBVI0lPVSixyy6F6pa9RJ0HSwJ0F1zC0Zwf_E3DoiFb-lhm/s320/rilikaplmm.jpg" width="309" /></a></div><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br />
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<i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">Coloquei no meu perfil &nbsp;que meu lado emocional é como um cavalo selvagem.</span></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">Respondam-me: Tem coisa mais linda do que um cavalo selvagem? Correndo pelas pradarias, livre e feliz!</span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">Mas creio que não sou a única.&nbsp; Penso que somos todos assim.&nbsp; Porém temos tentado domar esse cavalo selvagem. Temos tentado domesticá-lo<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">Eu pelo menos tenho visto muitas pessoas empenhadas em não se permitir. Geralmente são pessoas machucadas. &nbsp;Ou seria pura covardia e egoismo? Não sei.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">O que acontece é que acabamos pasteurizando os nossos sentimentos por medo de sofrer.</span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">Acabamos entrando numa relação preparados &nbsp;psicologicamente para não perder o domínio da situação, principalmente &nbsp;quando "o final" chegar.</span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">Contudo tenho para mim que "o durante" não será mais a mesma coisa. &nbsp;Vai ter gostinho de suco artificial e não gostinho de fruta no pé. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">Mas quem liga? Muita gente sequer sabe como é o gosto da fruta no pé!</span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">Talvez seja esse o<span class="apple-converted-space">&nbsp;</span><s>controle</s><span class="apple-converted-space">&nbsp;</span>equilíbrio tão venerado e desejado por todos.</span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">Uma paixão sem aqueles germes "horríveis" que causam taquicardia, bambeira nas pernas, calor, alteração involuntária em algumas partes do corpo, mãos frias, boca seca, desejo incontrolável, ânsia juvenil de beijar aquela boca, de abraçar e ser abraçado, de estar perto, de estar dentro um do outro, prazer.</span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">Afinal, quem gosta de sentir essas coisas?</span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">É perigoso nos sentirmos vivos demais, afinal a gente vai morrer mesmo um dia.</span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">Melhor viver uma vida morna, uma paixão morna, um equilíbrio que nos garanta proteção contra emoções fortes demais.Vamos plastificar as emoções. </span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">Depois, hoje em dia temos várias opções bem mais seguras emocionalmente:</span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">No lugar da troca de olhares apaixonados, palavras de amor, beijos inebriantes,<span class="apple-converted-space">&nbsp;</span><s>tesão descontrolado</s><span class="apple-converted-space">&nbsp;</span>etc. a gente compra na farmácia uma caixinha da "pílula da felicidade".</span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">No lugar daquela noite caliente nos braços do ser amado, fazendo amor até desfalecerem um nos braços do outro, a gente pode malhar até a exaustão na&nbsp;academia para liberar serotonina. Vai suar e queimar muitas calorias, do mesmo jeito.</span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">E olha que beleza, a páscoa está chegando, e chocolate é um maravilhoso compensador de falta de prazer. Toneladas de chocolate.</span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">Uma vida bege, igual aqueles comerciais de margarina. Perfeito, não é mesmo?</span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: grey; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13.5pt;">Perfeito?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #666666; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Hoje não tem poema</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Porque o amor não vivido&nbsp;</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">É um pobre amor-da-ça-do</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">De tanto amor contido</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">De tanto amor calado</span></b></i> </div><br />
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</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Grata pela visita.</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/feeds/6266994257520103586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365212115423038260&postID=6266994257520103586&isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/6266994257520103586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/6266994257520103586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/2010/04/coracao-amor-da-cado.html' title='Hoje não tem poema'/><author><name>Branca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768567315963325822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisqT7UO4T3oEJnr6lGBp9g0g-zL6qGDEVAYxNHBv5pZMpf9cMDzHa0w1vvvo94hqhigpgS-c9vly1z5olj_RnTKFtn_dfa82kLCA_trGh8X5W51S5dYjemlMQjHnzDAhU/s220/1482816_753134114716065_1296736497_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfmMNpni5OzVXBESwJTCRQ1tS93csXUlZol7NoUNYu3wBB7FlptYeayHJ8yID4GydxsLH7xY0z0mzgg-b3xQeEUib1BPC2rToq7x1NA0oUK7yN_mDrzzwpwgF1YtUKQd5IkJvWm6ll9Xzp/s72-c/medium_desnudo_y_sabanas-1-.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365212115423038260.post-3129950232427469801</id><published>2010-09-12T23:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:57:35.226-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boca"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coração. paixão"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desejo"/><title type='text'>Urgência</title><content type='html'><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBR_mSYDZOPMhtxSmvtYWWJupl2wIfjQ_uRIhWhYcYXAWN6HoMJqakI7w7ycG7IB6-OdlWcG8MFPd8cW_0tsP14tywN_dRYqxd3PyxvC0nFELZMlrIwqsOwJyOL0S9P52AUZk0xRjb6x5c/s1600/98ec76besos1p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBR_mSYDZOPMhtxSmvtYWWJupl2wIfjQ_uRIhWhYcYXAWN6HoMJqakI7w7ycG7IB6-OdlWcG8MFPd8cW_0tsP14tywN_dRYqxd3PyxvC0nFELZMlrIwqsOwJyOL0S9P52AUZk0xRjb6x5c/s320/98ec76besos1p.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Se tu soubesses ...</i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>dos beijos que eu tenho guardados para ti</i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>de todos os carinhos</i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>das palavras</i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>do calor do meu abraço</i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>do fogo da minha boca</i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>da sede da minha língua&nbsp;</i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Meu amor... não te demores tanto</i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Te quero com urgência</i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Branca</i></span></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Grata pela visita.</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/feeds/3129950232427469801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365212115423038260&postID=3129950232427469801&isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/3129950232427469801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/3129950232427469801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/2010/09/urgencia.html' title='Urgência'/><author><name>Branca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768567315963325822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisqT7UO4T3oEJnr6lGBp9g0g-zL6qGDEVAYxNHBv5pZMpf9cMDzHa0w1vvvo94hqhigpgS-c9vly1z5olj_RnTKFtn_dfa82kLCA_trGh8X5W51S5dYjemlMQjHnzDAhU/s220/1482816_753134114716065_1296736497_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBR_mSYDZOPMhtxSmvtYWWJupl2wIfjQ_uRIhWhYcYXAWN6HoMJqakI7w7ycG7IB6-OdlWcG8MFPd8cW_0tsP14tywN_dRYqxd3PyxvC0nFELZMlrIwqsOwJyOL0S9P52AUZk0xRjb6x5c/s72-c/98ec76besos1p.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365212115423038260.post-4042185682877613861</id><published>2010-09-11T15:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:52:47.161-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cansada"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coragem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="verdade"/><title type='text'>Sobre a Verdade e o Amor</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dIEDKhNTvvI1qMBzsvIT6DHlqRL5hkhi2n-Fi3Gd7MK1KtAYlAGuAY_OKCT_u3FH-KlpEguUtV7_8GiiRoyuLv0fBxSUZJK_O7FTn8X3ffMV9044IDYR56UxGPfmB11xx9uF-M04KsQG/s1600/Cronicas-Dor-de-Amor-Dor-de-Corno-Relacionamentos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dIEDKhNTvvI1qMBzsvIT6DHlqRL5hkhi2n-Fi3Gd7MK1KtAYlAGuAY_OKCT_u3FH-KlpEguUtV7_8GiiRoyuLv0fBxSUZJK_O7FTn8X3ffMV9044IDYR56UxGPfmB11xx9uF-M04KsQG/s320/Cronicas-Dor-de-Amor-Dor-de-Corno-Relacionamentos.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">A verdade?</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Não, eu não posso suportá-la.&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Por isso eu me recriei.&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Me reconstruí como se eu fosse forte,&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">corajosa,&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">independente,&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">auto suficiente.&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">E assim eu me tornei,&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">por questão de sobrevivência.&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Eu não tinha ninguém para me defender</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">então eu tive que me armar de todos os lados</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">para parar de sentir tanta dor.&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Eu sou frágil, justamente por isso mais forte eu sou!</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">O amor?&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Eu cansei de acreditar,&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">eu cansei de esperar,&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">eu cansei de me dar,&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">eu cansei de ter expectativas,&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">eu cansei de querer.&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">O problema é que eu não sei me dar pela metade,&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">e assim eu também quero,&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">tudo por inteiro.&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">E isso é burrice.</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br />
</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Branca</span></i></b></span><br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Grata pela visita.</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/feeds/4042185682877613861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365212115423038260&postID=4042185682877613861&isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/4042185682877613861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/4042185682877613861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/2010/09/verdade-nao-eu-nao-posso-suporta-la.html' title='Sobre a Verdade e o Amor'/><author><name>Branca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768567315963325822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisqT7UO4T3oEJnr6lGBp9g0g-zL6qGDEVAYxNHBv5pZMpf9cMDzHa0w1vvvo94hqhigpgS-c9vly1z5olj_RnTKFtn_dfa82kLCA_trGh8X5W51S5dYjemlMQjHnzDAhU/s220/1482816_753134114716065_1296736497_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dIEDKhNTvvI1qMBzsvIT6DHlqRL5hkhi2n-Fi3Gd7MK1KtAYlAGuAY_OKCT_u3FH-KlpEguUtV7_8GiiRoyuLv0fBxSUZJK_O7FTn8X3ffMV9044IDYR56UxGPfmB11xx9uF-M04KsQG/s72-c/Cronicas-Dor-de-Amor-Dor-de-Corno-Relacionamentos.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365212115423038260.post-1818364266379436540</id><published>2010-09-04T17:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T17:37:10.792-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="verdade"/><title type='text'>Verdades</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3pkF8KYm1iJcKtq4uIwA_oRRBW3J9ASkwfuK_IE-GVHvcK7jKKQeSYt5OnSmxP5NeWxr0vWZrM116eACrXmgfsYeKT7SyDSMCXS0hPamLVasaAaZKjjNyULh7NZy_OJv3T8YhEHOC5mEf/s1600/ecriresa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3pkF8KYm1iJcKtq4uIwA_oRRBW3J9ASkwfuK_IE-GVHvcK7jKKQeSYt5OnSmxP5NeWxr0vWZrM116eACrXmgfsYeKT7SyDSMCXS0hPamLVasaAaZKjjNyULh7NZy_OJv3T8YhEHOC5mEf/s200/ecriresa.jpg" width="187" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Tudo o que eu escrevo&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">é verdade,&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">pelo menos a verdade naquele momento.</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">A minha verdade,&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">a que eu enxergo.</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Ainda que seja uma verdade imaginária,&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">e mesmo que isso seja de forma consciente,&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">continua ser a minha verdade,&nbsp;</span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">porque ela é sentida como tal.</span></i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Branca</span></i></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Grata pela visita.</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/feeds/1818364266379436540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365212115423038260&postID=1818364266379436540&isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/1818364266379436540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365212115423038260/posts/default/1818364266379436540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scriptmanent.blogspot.com/2010/09/tudo-o-que-eu-escrevo-e-verdade-pelo.html' title='Verdades'/><author><name>Branca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768567315963325822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisqT7UO4T3oEJnr6lGBp9g0g-zL6qGDEVAYxNHBv5pZMpf9cMDzHa0w1vvvo94hqhigpgS-c9vly1z5olj_RnTKFtn_dfa82kLCA_trGh8X5W51S5dYjemlMQjHnzDAhU/s220/1482816_753134114716065_1296736497_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3pkF8KYm1iJcKtq4uIwA_oRRBW3J9ASkwfuK_IE-GVHvcK7jKKQeSYt5OnSmxP5NeWxr0vWZrM116eACrXmgfsYeKT7SyDSMCXS0hPamLVasaAaZKjjNyULh7NZy_OJv3T8YhEHOC5mEf/s72-c/ecriresa.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365212115423038260.post-622891557347685215</id><published>2010-08-29T17:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T17:46:08.553-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="medo"/><title type='text'>Coisas sobre mim.</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLYSxejPetgGOkvJVjX62kq5FKJDPf-JKWCuqLieHCZ_z6cYE99ZFJPwszta5GQvtAUWC59gwCm9BAiheeS8D-_jnZDqUaO9FT-_OLXT_pME5f_erXvXhR7dkvUQo81QwGK71xXLqA6ht/s1600/8777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLYSxejPetgGOkvJVjX62kq5FKJDPf-JKWCuqLieHCZ_z6cYE99ZFJPwszta5GQvtAUWC59gwCm9BAiheeS8D-_jnZDqUaO9FT-_OLXT_pME5f_erXvXhR7dkvUQo81QwGK71xXLqA6ht/s320/8777.jpg" /></a></div><div><br />
</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Me lembrei que quando eu era criança eu tinha muito medo. O porque desse medo eu não sei ao certo, mas era medo de tudo. Medo do escuro, me de ser abandonada, medo de perder meus pais, medo do desconhecido, medo ouvir radio a noite no escuro (aquelas vozes vindas não sei de onde misturada a chiados me arrepiavam de medo), medo de fantasmas, medo de dormir sozinha, medo de acidente, medo de morrer, isso fora os medos normais como de cobra ratos e baratas. Eu tinha medo do mundo todo.</span></i></b></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><br />
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