tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136520112009-07-13T15:06:20.169-03:00C O T I D I A N OLia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.comBlogger535125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-50594279617012392022009-07-13T13:09:00.004-03:002009-07-13T13:20:16.638-03:00Guardião<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SltdOzEdNWI/AAAAAAAABaw/QMabo3L7B_c/s1600-h/1247357231739_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SltdOzEdNWI/AAAAAAAABaw/QMabo3L7B_c/s320/1247357231739_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357978690495788386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /><br />" Na porta da memória tem um grande guardião</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >chamado desejo."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > pensamento oriental</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >É o ponto fraco das emoções</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >querer muito algo pode mesmo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >afastar de nós : o fruto do desejo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-5059427961701239202?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-20952382454173485522009-07-08T23:17:00.015-03:002009-07-09T09:50:29.070-03:00Tempo tempo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SlVVSGrz4bI/AAAAAAAABao/0udGS5Wt_dE/s1600-h/tempo%2Bii%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SlVVSGrz4bI/AAAAAAAABao/0udGS5Wt_dE/s320/tempo%2Bii%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356281101347447218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SlVVRkAY6aI/AAAAAAAABag/Yg7B0yF8GJk/s1600-h/tempo%2Bi%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SlVVRkAY6aI/AAAAAAAABag/Yg7B0yF8GJk/s320/tempo%2Bi%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356281092038519202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />" Não se afobe não</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">que nada é pra já."<br />"</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"> Chico Buarque<br /><br /></span> </div> <div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Porque o tempo está de <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">FRENTE</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">de <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">COSTAS</span><br />se <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">DISTANCIA</span> e <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">ENCOSTA</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Traz <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">DÚVIDAS</span> tremendas</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;">e repentinas <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">RESPOSTAS</span></span><span style="font-family:arial;">.<br />Sabe ser <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">CONDUTOR</span> e </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">se tornar<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> PASSAGEIRO</span></span>.<br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-2095238245417348552?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-71577789870301576272009-07-04T21:47:00.004-03:002009-07-04T21:58:47.173-03:00Inclinações<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sk_6g8Q7g_I/AAAAAAAABaY/ASdTc2oqfOI/s1600-h/1246587300782_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sk_6g8Q7g_I/AAAAAAAABaY/ASdTc2oqfOI/s320/1246587300782_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354773925806703602" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"<span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Quem inventou o amor</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >teve certamente inclinações musicais."</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" > <br />Geraldo Azevedo</span><br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Amores que me encantaram</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >e<br />como por encanto perderam-se</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >em outras partituras.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" ><br />Trilhas sonoras perfeitas </span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >que<br />hoje não acompanham meus dias.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-7157778987030157627?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-66669402798186781012009-07-01T09:29:00.005-03:002009-07-04T21:59:23.768-03:00Força da vida<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SktZLdq6hgI/AAAAAAAABaQ/1zj7jUHH-2g/s1600-h/1246448691421_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SktZLdq6hgI/AAAAAAAABaQ/1zj7jUHH-2g/s320/1246448691421_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353470635538023938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SktY27d2-5I/AAAAAAAABaI/zyweZJr2s4U/s1600-h/1246418110862_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SktY27d2-5I/AAAAAAAABaI/zyweZJr2s4U/s320/1246418110862_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353470282759076754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />" Quando me sinto fraco,</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />então é que sou forte."</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"> ( 2 Coríntios 12,10b)<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >Será que a vida é mesmo<br />uma<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> bomba</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >prestes a qualquer momento<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> explodir</span>.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >Ou um palco maravilhoso</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >onde<br />posso ensaiar novos passos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >e reinventar outra cena quando termina um ato?</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-6666940279818678101?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-23738561045799591002009-06-25T09:48:00.004-03:002009-06-25T09:52:16.825-03:00Felizes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SkNyiSQlu1I/AAAAAAAABaA/Ys9BOHD4Jvc/s1600-h/220435%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SkNyiSQlu1I/AAAAAAAABaA/Ys9BOHD4Jvc/s320/220435%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351246715588819794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Declaro para os devidos fins</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">que o amor chegou bem perto de mim.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Pediu permissão para adentrar</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">registrou tudo em cartório</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">e disse que seremos felizes para sempre.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-2373856104579959100?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-65233086606309278242009-06-21T13:25:00.003-03:002009-06-21T14:36:13.055-03:00Música para esquecer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sj5iPmEvUNI/AAAAAAAABZ4/hi8rQm9nJ-A/s1600-h/1245249802063_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sj5iPmEvUNI/AAAAAAAABZ4/hi8rQm9nJ-A/s320/1245249802063_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349821427420713170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Agora que o tempo passou</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e seus erros são jogados contra o seu rosto.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Mesmo aprendendo com os próprios erros e</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >tentando se redimir...a culpa ainda te machuca.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-6523308660630927824?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-70406144076834736682009-06-15T08:23:00.005-03:002009-06-15T08:33:58.823-03:00Dias tranquilos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SjYxDkc5twI/AAAAAAAABZg/zGxWmRr1uPo/s1600-h/1244697085183_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SjYxDkc5twI/AAAAAAAABZg/zGxWmRr1uPo/s320/1244697085183_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347515544943310594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:verdana;">" Com infalível ternura, sua vida</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">sempre lhe apresenta o</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">que você necessita para aprender."</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> Charlotte Back<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> </div> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Estamos tranquilos diante daquilo</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >que antes era desesperador.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >A noite não mais nos assusta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >porque traz a grande certeza<br />de que o amanhecer</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >chega repleto de luz.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-7040614407683473668?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-9515228206350291432009-06-10T21:10:00.011-03:002009-06-10T21:51:24.906-03:00Noite a dentro<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SjBMqgEkQEI/AAAAAAAABZY/_oIcR-Xn-Jk/s1600-h/m_515eb1528141471f943d7d1f536411ef%5B1%5D.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SjBMqgEkQEI/AAAAAAAABZY/_oIcR-Xn-Jk/s320/m_515eb1528141471f943d7d1f536411ef%5B1%5D.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345857050736083010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SjBLthfXTAI/AAAAAAAABZQ/lktHcSLBKRQ/s1600-h/1244117463366_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SjBLthfXTAI/AAAAAAAABZQ/lktHcSLBKRQ/s320/1244117463366_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345856003144895490" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">"Da boemia, me interessam as pessoas."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> Caetano Veloso</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"Mesmo quando não percebes</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >te observo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >na escuridão dos seus pecados</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >ou na luminosidade das sua virtudes.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />A noite é vigiada</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >por olhos atentos e oportunos.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Acaba-se um gole e outro gole </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >não mais satisfaz.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Dentro de seus mistérios</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >a escuridão ocultaria o maior.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >O clima esfumaçado os cheiros que se misturam.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >A noite embriaga os corpos e exorciza as mentes.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Catalizadora e mediadora do prazer e da dor.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-951522820635029143?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-4570646486287706732009-06-08T11:18:00.002-03:002009-06-08T11:23:52.054-03:00De costas para os sonhos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Si0eT4Ze-sI/AAAAAAAABZI/Yphzrwl76nM/s1600-h/1244267993925_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Si0eT4Ze-sI/AAAAAAAABZI/Yphzrwl76nM/s320/1244267993925_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344961659664267970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Não permita a invasão</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">migre para um lugar tranquilo.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Liberte-se das amarras dos sonhos não concretizados</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">e deixe de ser marionete nas mãos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">pouco hábeis</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">de quem não pode conduzí-lo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-457064648628770673?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-85966150128395851732009-06-03T09:53:00.003-03:002009-06-03T10:01:51.351-03:00Aprisionado<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SiZ0Hql8olI/AAAAAAAABZA/LZ61-tSs2eU/s1600-h/orkut-hi5-coracao_%282%29%5B1%5D.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SiZ0Hql8olI/AAAAAAAABZA/LZ61-tSs2eU/s320/orkut-hi5-coracao_%282%29%5B1%5D.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343085682963030610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SiZztb6gN7I/AAAAAAAABY4/fDZeKpoJlS4/s1600-h/1244022902123_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SiZztb6gN7I/AAAAAAAABY4/fDZeKpoJlS4/s320/1244022902123_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343085232346118066" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Ramalhete oferecido </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >como prova sublime de amor.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Descartada a hipótese de fuga.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Afinal de contas.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Quando o coração se entrega: aprisiona-se.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-8596615012839585173?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-2076271927996831412009-05-30T19:05:00.003-03:002009-05-30T19:12:49.928-03:00Se você fosse um livro nacional qual seria?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SiGuiVIek2I/AAAAAAAABYw/YZFT9IvMLes/s1600-h/cda%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SiGuiVIek2I/AAAAAAAABYw/YZFT9IvMLes/s320/cda%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341742537849607010" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="titulo">"Antologia poética", de Carlos Drummond de Andrade</p> <p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">"O primeiro amor passou / O segundo amor passou / O terceiro amor passou / Mas o coração continua". Estes versos tocam você, pois você também observa a vida poeticamente. E não são só os sentimentos que te inspiram. Pequenas experiências do cotidiano – aquela moça que passa correndo com o buquê de flores, o vizinho que cantarola ao buscar o jornal na porta – emocionam você. Seu olhar é doce, mas também perspicaz.<br /><b>"Antologia poética"</b> (1962), de Drummond, um dos nossos grandes poetas, também reúne essas qualidades. Seus poemas são singelos e sagazes ao mesmo tempo, provando que não é preciso ser duro para entender as sutilezas do cotidiano.</p><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /></p><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /></p><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">O meu resultado foi esse acima.</p><p><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Faça o seu teste </span><a style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://educarparacrescer.abril.uol.com.br/leitura/testes/livro-nacional.shtml">aqui </a><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">.</span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-207627192799683141?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-35305707287262190802009-05-26T21:05:00.003-03:002009-05-26T21:09:21.591-03:00Versos sem palavras<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/ShyEIC3ylyI/AAAAAAAABYo/mhZR8N45lwQ/s1600-h/1242684642589_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/ShyEIC3ylyI/AAAAAAAABYo/mhZR8N45lwQ/s320/1242684642589_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340288531899258658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/ShyEINgJpdI/AAAAAAAABYg/HqUsLC4TrTo/s1600-h/1242998334860_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/ShyEINgJpdI/AAAAAAAABYg/HqUsLC4TrTo/s320/1242998334860_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340288534752896466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Desejei te olhar nos olhos</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">e me ver dentro da tua alma</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">e dentre uma ou outra palavra</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">revelar segredos que não cabem em versos.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-3530570728726219080?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-7648188114770406532009-05-18T18:25:00.003-03:002009-05-18T18:30:57.419-03:00Fuga da realidade<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/ShHSx7KSgFI/AAAAAAAABYU/GEjwGurZoSI/s1600-h/1242487247962_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/ShHSx7KSgFI/AAAAAAAABYU/GEjwGurZoSI/s320/1242487247962_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337278788547018834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/ShHSlkhru2I/AAAAAAAABYM/HMd05zM2IdA/s1600-h/1242674029266_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/ShHSlkhru2I/AAAAAAAABYM/HMd05zM2IdA/s320/1242674029266_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337278576312695650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Um paraiso verde procuro</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">com clima ameno e chuvas que cairiam no momento mais propício.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Um lugar onde eu guardaria meus temores urbanos</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">sobreviveria com frutas colhidas na hora e uma horta cuidada a quatro mãos.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-764818811477040653?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-80640878434701743182009-05-12T13:18:00.005-03:002009-05-12T15:15:18.077-03:00Florindo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sgmhp6PgacI/AAAAAAAABXs/RxmXP5DnkN0/s1600-h/mouth_of_flower%5B1%5D.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sgmhp6PgacI/AAAAAAAABXs/RxmXP5DnkN0/s320/mouth_of_flower%5B1%5D.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334972974978066882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Ser mulher entre as cores</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e os desabores da vida.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Ser mulher entre os espinhos </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >do jardim e<br />ter mesmo assim: a capacidade de florir.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-8064087843470174318?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-70806105277101314602009-05-08T14:21:00.005-03:002009-05-08T14:30:24.078-03:00Resistência<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SgRrh6uLJXI/AAAAAAAABXk/YVj-CSnYkAI/s1600-h/cartaz%2520da%2520guerra%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SgRrh6uLJXI/AAAAAAAABXk/YVj-CSnYkAI/s320/cartaz%2520da%2520guerra%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333506089156289906" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">Heróis: querem resistir</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >ao tempo à guerra<br />e</span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >a toda espécie de invasão.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-7080610527710131460?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-18564963101778207532009-05-03T16:45:00.005-03:002009-05-03T17:50:51.456-03:00Gotas de emoção<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sf4DIluKMiI/AAAAAAAABXM/Oo_W0XMhybw/s1600-h/1241343020919_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sf4DIluKMiI/AAAAAAAABXM/Oo_W0XMhybw/s320/1241343020919_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331702454952800802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sf4DIeDgX5I/AAAAAAAABXE/hSezl63pQ4g/s1600-h/1241180425020_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sf4DIeDgX5I/AAAAAAAABXE/hSezl63pQ4g/s320/1241180425020_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331702452894850962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /><br />Tomou nas mãos o corpo daquela mulher : e nem ao menos conheceu sua alma.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" >As lutas continuam as mesmas: mudaram somente as personagens.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Descomprometidamente me envolvi completamente por você.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >Frascos, fragrâncias raras : tentativas inúteis de encantar a quem não se encanta com nada.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" >A razão primeira da sua partida foi: falta de amor.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Rigorosamente guardado no cofre inv</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" >iolável da emoção.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /><br />Doses pequenas de amor com o poder de mudar uma vida inteira.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-1856496310177820753?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-70658222505534520372009-04-28T21:22:00.005-03:002009-04-28T21:48:28.563-03:00Entre cores<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SfejvmB3wvI/AAAAAAAABVM/j0JPFnQMsZ4/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SfejvmB3wvI/AAAAAAAABVM/j0JPFnQMsZ4/s320/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329908722073846514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sfejvdk6JhI/AAAAAAAABVE/6N50Q3xORgI/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sfejvdk6JhI/AAAAAAAABVE/6N50Q3xORgI/s320/DSC00033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329908719804884498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br />Tudo o que sei sobre <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Arte<br /></span></span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >desfaz-se em quadros</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >molduras galerias e imensos museus.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Tudo o que aprendo com a <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Arte</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >constrói uma vida melhor</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >dentro de mim.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Tudo o que ganho com a <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Arte</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >espalho em pincéis</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >misturo em cores</span>: <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >e exponho.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-7065822250553452037?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-50002375353906400252009-04-24T21:04:00.002-03:002009-04-24T21:10:32.759-03:00Dia a dia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SfJUEKAW_JI/AAAAAAAABU0/4ATGXYnX304/s1600-h/1240535931480_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SfJUEKAW_JI/AAAAAAAABU0/4ATGXYnX304/s320/1240535931480_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328413739514789010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Sentados no chão da casa</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">sentimos que o mundo inteiro </span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">pode estar ao nosso alcance.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family: courier new;"> Talvez estejamos nos escondendo</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">nos gestos estranhos da convivência</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">nas amarras ocultas da conveniência</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">e passemos a cantar novas músicas</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">dentro do repertório da vida...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-5000237535390640025?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-9044463874756774572009-04-13T08:33:00.003-03:002009-04-13T08:39:54.270-03:00Palavras E M B A R A L H A DA S<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SeMjVo25ghI/AAAAAAAABUs/PFFQYNFRp5g/s1600-h/1239551309006_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SeMjVo25ghI/AAAAAAAABUs/PFFQYNFRp5g/s320/1239551309006_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324138039133962770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SeMjVn5e-MI/AAAAAAAABUk/FGPRX41iS-8/s1600-h/1239131160395_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SeMjVn5e-MI/AAAAAAAABUk/FGPRX41iS-8/s320/1239131160395_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324138038876371138" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Parecia com rock pauleira: mas era o estranho movimento da vida despertando.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nas cordas do violino: o mais solene gesto de aflição de um caminho sem volta.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Puro tempo de desafeto: na hora do adeus maldito.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Dúvidas,lembranças e atos falhos: vozes que se calam por muito pouco.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Construiu um castelo encantado: mas não soube se rpríncipe para habitá-lo.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Deram-se as mãos: uniram seus ódios e paixões mais sublimes.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-904446387475677457?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-8209585781282138172009-04-07T08:36:00.004-03:002009-04-07T08:46:21.012-03:00Amor perfeito<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sds69aplYmI/AAAAAAAABUU/E3HSkrW2y64/s1600-h/1239098059039_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sds69aplYmI/AAAAAAAABUU/E3HSkrW2y64/s320/1239098059039_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321912211468542562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"Sempre quis um amor</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> que falasse</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> que soubesse o que sentisse."</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Elisa Lucinda</span><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">E todos os rumos seriam perdidos</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">porque nos seus braços me encontraria.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">E outras tantas propostas desfeitas</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">porque o contrato estaria fechado entre nós.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-820958578128213817?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-47280554500431089722009-03-26T07:16:00.001-03:002009-03-26T17:56:56.077-03:00Tecendo o amor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/ScvrXxpGJMI/AAAAAAAABT4/Qa-iE3oAl_k/s1600-h/1236443388892_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/ScvrXxpGJMI/AAAAAAAABT4/Qa-iE3oAl_k/s320/1236443388892_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317602578736227522" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;">" Alegria é oração;alegria é amor.Alegria é uma rede de amor com<br />a qual você pode conquistar as almas.<br />Dá mais quem dá com alegria."<br /> Madre Teresa<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">É apenas uma gota no oceano das realizações</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">sua atitude faz a grande <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">D I F E R E N Ç A</span></span>.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-4728055450043108972?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-20887346608165125252009-03-22T16:43:00.002-03:002009-03-23T11:09:21.293-03:00Silêncio Outonal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/ScFPO6Um7TI/AAAAAAAABTw/_2X7tuoxIxw/s1600-h/1237129346303_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/ScFPO6Um7TI/AAAAAAAABTw/_2X7tuoxIxw/s320/1237129346303_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314616152866352434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >Silenciemos o coração e a mente</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >o outono quer chegar.<br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >Oportunidade de energizar o corpo</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >pra suportar<br />as dificuldades do inverno.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >Folhas caindo lá fora</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" >e dentro de nós o grande ritual que antecede as tempestades.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-2088734660816512525?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-79180244207905672802009-03-17T13:12:00.005-03:002009-03-17T13:19:33.431-03:00Imagem<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sb_MQk5E8QI/AAAAAAAABTo/arpvUoFfTYA/s1600-h/1236480385932_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sb_MQk5E8QI/AAAAAAAABTo/arpvUoFfTYA/s320/1236480385932_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314190670473523458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sb_MQUZJe8I/AAAAAAAABTg/5S9YVfgQBpU/s1600-h/1236298315899_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sb_MQUZJe8I/AAAAAAAABTg/5S9YVfgQBpU/s320/1236298315899_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314190666044636098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >R/e/cor/te as palavras</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >rasgue o véu das aparências</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >invista em novos laços desatando amarras</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >reescreva a sua história</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e ouça a música do seu <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">coração</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >que clama por <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;">novidades</span></span>.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-7918024420790567280?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-52077314475477311662009-03-13T08:07:00.000-03:002009-03-13T08:28:08.063-03:00Ordem & Desordem<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SbpDJdH4MLI/AAAAAAAABTY/63BKR727uGs/s1600-h/1236307933080_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/SbpDJdH4MLI/AAAAAAAABTY/63BKR727uGs/s320/1236307933080_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312632540152475826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">" A gratidão revela a plenitude da vida,nos satisfaz<br />com aquilo que temos.Transforma a negação em<br />aceitação,o caos em ordem,a confusão em clareza...<br />A gratidão faz nosso passado ter sentido,enche de<br />paz o presente e cria uma vida para o amanhã."<br /> Melodie Bettie<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:courier new;" >Os noticiários nos assustam:</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:courier new;" >o amor esfriou nos corações humanos.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:courier new;" >A vida anda perdendo o sentido</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:courier new;" >na correria frenética da ganância.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:courier new;" >Sentimentos puros andam sendo esmagados</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:courier new;" >pela desordem das mentes doentias.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-5207731447547731166?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13652011.post-90375972942244912842009-03-07T10:55:00.001-03:002009-03-07T17:06:13.956-03:00Sempre gratidão .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sa8JL_wk3VI/AAAAAAAABTA/7DtYMOrvcss/s1600-h/1231420524810_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/Sa8JL_wk3VI/AAAAAAAABTA/7DtYMOrvcss/s320/1231420524810_f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309472587391491410" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:verdana;">" Se depender de outras pessoas para se realizar,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">você nunca se sentirá verdadeiramente realizado.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Se sua felicidade vier do dinheiro,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">nunca ficará feliz com você mesmo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Fique contente com o que tem,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">alegre-se com as coisas como são.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Quando compreender que nada está faltando</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">o mundo inteiro será seu."</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Lao Tzu</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Tempo de agradecer</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" >pelo dia amanhecendo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" >pela noite que aconchega.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Por toda sombra que entristece</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" >dando-nos o mérito para a iluminação.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13652011-9037597294224491284?l=budadacompaixao.blogspot.com'/></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09415010596260558289noreply@blogger.com4