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nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SyhAopltgbI/AAAAAAAAAYw/50RFC_esEcQ/s72-c/banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-6137324715985866891</id><published>2009-04-06T00:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:04:19.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SdlxHDZRbdI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-jdIzpK5UXQ/s1600-h/6501noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321408800699280850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SdlxHDZRbdI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-jdIzpK5UXQ/s320/6501noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pensamentos da madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Em uma noite, a brisa percorre o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;De um pensamento que tenta não ser executado&lt;br /&gt;A duvida surge em meios a percursos de indas e vindas&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos trilhados,vidas opostas&lt;br /&gt;Direcionam-se para uma única coisa&lt;br /&gt;Momentos tornam-se em detalhes&lt;br /&gt;Musicas sobram no fundo da solidão&lt;br /&gt;A madrugada transparece&lt;br /&gt;A saudades aperta&lt;br /&gt;E o pensamento retorna&lt;br /&gt;De modo a pensar entre o certo e o errado&lt;br /&gt;A sono voa longe,&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão a sombra do luar,&lt;br /&gt;Reflexos das ondas do mar&lt;br /&gt;Fazem o sentimento aumentar&lt;br /&gt;Quando amanhacer&lt;br /&gt;Será que viverei esses momentos?&lt;br /&gt;Novamente,&lt;br /&gt;Em pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Ao som da melodia tocada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-6137324715985866891?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6137324715985866891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=6137324715985866891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/6137324715985866891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/6137324715985866891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/pensamentos-da-madrugada-em-uma-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! 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Sei que pode se tornar real, por causa da sublimidade e da paz interior, e da busca de felicidade que cada ser tem dentro de si. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Busco sem medo... Encontro com medo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sinto, com desejo... Às vezes correr o risco de não encontrar, é melhor do que nem tentar procurar. Busquei e te encontrei! Ou foi você que me encontrou??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bom, o que importa é que o destino é amigo dos homens, e os homens são amigos entre si... Mesmo que o destino se torne nosso inimigo, nós jamais poderemos fazer o mesmo, devemos continuar nos amando... Os amigos se amam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Os verdadeiros... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As estrelas nem vão mais cair, nem o céu deixará de ter o brilho do sol, nem as coisas erradas irão acontecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por que o amor e a amizade são maiores, e dominam o coração e o espaço. A busca foi verdadeira e o verdadeiro sentido dessa busca..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-7216375230853529247?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7216375230853529247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=7216375230853529247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/7216375230853529247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/7216375230853529247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/amizade.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SaAiNtnxZsI/AAAAAAAAATA/JeCL0RYksrk/s72-c/wallpaper817335246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-458525715292508127</id><published>2009-02-01T21:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:24:58.858-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SYY8-CZ284I/AAAAAAAAARY/fBXnMvGacTE/s1600-h/bear.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297989048142852994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SYY8-CZ284I/AAAAAAAAARY/fBXnMvGacTE/s400/bear.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Um dia acordei e me deparei num encontro desse teu olhar junto ao meu...logo meu coração disparou, senti você todinhoo, a minha alma tocou fundo quando nenhuma palavra saiu somente olhares se cruzaram e já pude ter a certeza desse amor tão perfeito e puro...quando esse amor definitivamente saiu do coração e foi transmitido em palavras... palavras por palavras que se tornaram delicados versos de amor... ai então a surpresa transpareceu, e pouco a pouco o sentimento foi tomando conta de um coração que já não tinha mais vontade de bater forte, você me mostrou a razão da emoção,me fez entender o quão amor é importante e o quanto pode ser a união de dois corpos e duas almas... você me fez me sentir , você me fez ver o quanto mulher eu posso ser... esse teu jeito romântico me levou a loucura em questão de segundos, o teu doce beijo, sua boca eu beijei , minutos se tornaram séculos de puro amor, de paixão, de prazer, todos sentimentos em um só momento. Você me despertou tudo aquilo que estava preso em mim, que algum dia sonhei em libertar, mas, com uma pessoal especial, você é aquele garoto que toda noite quando deitava minha cabeça sobre o travesseiro macio, pensava num desejo que uma pessoa encantada, especial aquele que viesse ao meu encontro, que me amasse de verdade e que pudesse retribuir todo amor. Você que esteve ao meu lado sempre,nas boas e más horas, que me fez ,em noite de luar sob a luz das estrelas , imaginar-te comigo em loucuras de amor. Você que me faz entender o verdadeiro significado da palavra amor, aquele que não somente viver momentos de prazer, mas, viver momentos eternamente, viver juntos dia pós dia, sem medo de viver a vida de frente, me encorajando e me fazendo enfrentar tudo para viver esse amor. Amor esse sem igual, casal jamais igual, únicos e especiais, feitos um para o outro, sentimento jamais vivido, algo completamente diferente, totalmente sem explicação. As vezes sentimentos vividos com tanta intensidade tornam-se a mais pura felicidade. A idealização de uma vida perfeita, ao lado de uma pessoa perfeita. Amor uma palavra pequena, mas com enorme significado, só os verdadeiros apaixonados podem descreve-la de modo sem igual. Amor sempre amor... meu amor todo para você... Te amo e jamais terá outra palavra pra substituir o meu sentimento por você... Única e bela e toda sua...&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais....aberto para pensamentos além dos descritos....&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o amor...e voce o que pensa sobre ele ??? Éée pensou .... ficou sem respostas ??? Exatamente... Amor é algo natural, não escolhe hora, nem lugar, simplismente acontece quando menos esperamos... e nunca mais queremos esquecer dele.... Aproveite intensamente cada momento vivido....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-458525715292508127?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/458525715292508127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=458525715292508127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/458525715292508127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/458525715292508127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/um-dia-acordei-e-me-deparei-num_01.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SYY8-CZ284I/AAAAAAAAARY/fBXnMvGacTE/s72-c/bear.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-3275023176355308551</id><published>2009-01-16T20:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:59:50.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SXEfH58puDI/AAAAAAAAARM/b60iC9D0t1A/s1600-h/1_product_g_2627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292045257811802162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SXEfH58puDI/AAAAAAAAARM/b60iC9D0t1A/s400/1_product_g_2627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sempre Vou Te Amar!&lt;br /&gt;Como vou te dizer, que agora você faz parte da minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Que em cada pensamento meu, a tua imagem ocupa um espaço!&lt;br /&gt;Que em cada suspiro meu, teu cheiro me alcança!&lt;br /&gt;Que em cada sonho meu, teu abraço me envolve...&lt;br /&gt;Como vou imaginar a vida sem você...&lt;br /&gt;Se minha alma caminha no espaço do teu mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Se meu corpo quer a paz do teu beijo na minha pele...&lt;br /&gt;E nossos olhares já se encontraram num só!&lt;br /&gt;E descobrimos que nosso caminho é o mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;Que nossas mãos se unem em harmonia...&lt;br /&gt;E nossos pensamentos se tocam no ar...&lt;br /&gt;E nossos corpos se encaixam no amar...&lt;br /&gt;Como, minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Como posso deixar de te amar?&lt;br /&gt;Não tem como!&lt;br /&gt;Já não posso!&lt;br /&gt;Te preciso...&lt;br /&gt;Te quero ao meu lado...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo todo!&lt;br /&gt;Não, meu amado...&lt;br /&gt;Não desisto, nunca é tarde!&lt;br /&gt;Já não posso te deixar...&lt;br /&gt;Pois sempre vou te amar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-3275023176355308551?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3275023176355308551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=3275023176355308551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/3275023176355308551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/3275023176355308551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/sempre-vou-te-amar-como-vou-te-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SXEfH58puDI/AAAAAAAAARM/b60iC9D0t1A/s72-c/1_product_g_2627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-1231104921236338053</id><published>2008-10-29T20:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:45:50.488-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SQj1g34d8HI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9zChK3VCy1g/s1600-h/GRD_1_Um%20Amor%20Assim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262726109687836786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SQj1g34d8HI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9zChK3VCy1g/s400/GRD_1_Um%2520Amor%2520Assim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"...voce é tudo pra mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;um amor sem fim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;quero viver assim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pra sempre assim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;com voce ate o fim..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-1231104921236338053?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1231104921236338053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=1231104921236338053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/1231104921236338053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/1231104921236338053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SQj1g34d8HI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9zChK3VCy1g/s72-c/GRD_1_Um%2520Amor%2520Assim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-6508543007801686763</id><published>2008-10-29T20:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:34:53.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SQjy-NX4PAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BQNlvgJnZw8/s1600-h/coraco186+DOIS+CORAÃâ¡Ãâ¢ES+VERMELHOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262723315138051074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SQjy-NX4PAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BQNlvgJnZw8/s400/coraco186%2BDOIS%2BCORA%C3%83%E2%80%A1%C3%83%E2%80%A2ES%2BVERMELHOS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" Viver contigo&lt;br /&gt;é uma arma infalÍvel&lt;br /&gt;que detona meu coração&lt;br /&gt;e só me enche de paixao&lt;br /&gt;e me deixa assim&lt;br /&gt;como uma bala que perfura sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;atravessa barreiras e obstáculos&lt;br /&gt;e chega ao destino chamado amor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-6508543007801686763?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6508543007801686763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=6508543007801686763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/6508543007801686763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/6508543007801686763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/viver-contigo-uma-arma-infalvel-que.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SQjy-NX4PAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BQNlvgJnZw8/s72-c/coraco186%2BDOIS%2BCORA%C3%83%E2%80%A1%C3%83%E2%80%A2ES%2BVERMELHOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-8924933644515225498</id><published>2008-10-29T20:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:30:04.567-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SQjxlSraEeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/g-Smrk6mkTE/s1600-h/panda.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262721787553780194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SQjxlSraEeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/g-Smrk6mkTE/s400/panda.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;QUANDO O LUAR CHEGAR, SERÁ O MARCO&lt;br /&gt;DE UMA NOITE LONGA QUE SE DEIXA LEVAR&lt;br /&gt;PELO SILENCIO EXTREMO,&lt;br /&gt;OUVIR O VENTO SOAR...&lt;br /&gt;CAES UIVAR...&lt;br /&gt;E PENSAMENTOS VOAR..&lt;br /&gt;AO CHEGAR O SOL&lt;br /&gt;LEMBRANÇAS VIRAO&lt;br /&gt;AO REDOR DO FAROL&lt;br /&gt;NUM EMBALO CLASSICO&lt;br /&gt;DO MUSICAL TOCADO&lt;br /&gt;PÁSSAROS SOBREVOAM&lt;br /&gt;SOBRE A NATUREZA QUE AINDA RESTA&lt;br /&gt;AS ÁRVORES EXALAM SUA TRISTEZA&lt;br /&gt;NO AR QUE NÃO LHE RESTA MAIS PRA RESPIRAR&lt;br /&gt;APENAS IMAGINAR E NÃO MAIS VER&lt;br /&gt;O QUE ANTES ERA E JÁ NÃO É MAIS&lt;br /&gt;O PERFEITO NATURAL ESCASSO SUBSTIUIDO PELO ARTIFICIAL GENERALIZADO&lt;br /&gt;CONSEQUENCIA ATRIBUIDA AO MAL CONDICIONAMENTO DA HUMANIDADE&lt;br /&gt;ONTEM PASSADO, HOJE PRESENTE E AMANHA UM FUTURO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-8924933644515225498?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8924933644515225498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=8924933644515225498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/8924933644515225498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/8924933644515225498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/quando-o-luar-chegar-ser-o-marco-de-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SQjxlSraEeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/g-Smrk6mkTE/s72-c/panda.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-8914923538320682683</id><published>2008-07-25T22:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:55:55.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SIqEEPIj2vI/AAAAAAAAALE/2dg756LF_lo/s1600-h/carinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227135525833661170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SIqEEPIj2vI/AAAAAAAAALE/2dg756LF_lo/s400/carinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Serena face, tão encantadora como um feitiço;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Em noites frias tu caminhaste despertando desejos e sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não existe explicação para tamanho poder, tamanha satisfação em lhe ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mergulho em teus olhos e me encontro afogado em paixão,toco tua pele e sinto que sou o ser mais honrado e completo no universo,teu sorriso me leva a lugares impossíveis,teu beijo é doce como o mel e me deixa paralisado.Tua maneira de ser e falar faz-me tolo e ao indagar o que está acontecendo , não encontro respostas.&lt;br /&gt;Como numa guerra existe medo, medo de perder o direito de ter teu amor,teu carinho, medo do destino e das incertezas.Medo de acordar e descobrir que tudo não passou de um sonho,um sonho perfeito, tão lindo quanto...Você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-8914923538320682683?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8914923538320682683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=8914923538320682683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/8914923538320682683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/8914923538320682683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/serena-face-to-encantadora-como-um.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SIqEEPIj2vI/AAAAAAAAALE/2dg756LF_lo/s72-c/carinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-850369342507496632</id><published>2008-07-25T22:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:53:42.498-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SIqDm9kJg5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/TPez2Y7R2I4/s1600-h/DSFGHJK.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227135022901330834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SIqDm9kJg5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/TPez2Y7R2I4/s400/DSFGHJK.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Escute os que gostam de você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Saiba se adaptar em ocasiões impróprias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;,E irá tudo se revolver sem você perceber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A paciência é sim uma virtude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Porém, nem todos sabem lidar com ela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não faça nada com pressa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A vida ensina que tudo que se quer logo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No final acaba se perdendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aproveite o tempo que você tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E deixe que ele modele a sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sonhe e lute por ele!Elogie, abrace, beije, chore, sorria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não tenha vergonha,A vergonha é para os tolos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ame e deixe ser amado!Não hesite, demonstre o que sente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se errar, admita-o!Isso se chama consciência e inteligência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Persistir num erro é burrice!Faça o que hoje são erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amanhã serem acertos!Perdoe e peça perdão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Arrisque! Se valer a pena...Arriscar e perder é pelo menos tentar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nem ao menos tentar, é viverCom a dúvida do que poderia ter acontecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Esqueça o passado,Não pense no futuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Viva o presente!Enfim, viva a vida e seja feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-850369342507496632?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/850369342507496632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=850369342507496632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/850369342507496632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/850369342507496632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/escute-os-que-gostam-de-voc-saiba-se.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SIqDm9kJg5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/TPez2Y7R2I4/s72-c/DSFGHJK.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-4778302069519731849</id><published>2008-07-25T22:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:45:22.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SIqBrIbJVeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QcVLRb98QPU/s1600-h/iu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227132895512581602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SIqBrIbJVeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QcVLRb98QPU/s400/iu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um lindo sonhar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Seu brilho encantaa todo aquele que a vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mesmo que seja por um segundo,de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;que andava sem perceber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Basta um breve olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;num passeio pelo luar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;para inspirar apaixonados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;quando encantos e pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;crescem juntos com sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Num coração que é mais forte o pulsar e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;em um doce desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;um lindo sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;de com ela estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;para todos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a constelação mais bela formar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-4778302069519731849?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4778302069519731849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=4778302069519731849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/4778302069519731849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/4778302069519731849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-lindo-sonhar-seu-brilho-encantaa.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SIqBrIbJVeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QcVLRb98QPU/s72-c/iu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-5741367284753445489</id><published>2008-04-24T21:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:17:25.921-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SBEi-0KBD4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OBElptd3WVU/s1600-h/coracao2tf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192970307882782594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SBEi-0KBD4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OBElptd3WVU/s400/coracao2tf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Por que voce me encantou de repente,&lt;br /&gt;Por que você me faz sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;Por que você me faz te amar assim&lt;br /&gt;Por que seus beijos calientes me fazem enlouquecer&lt;br /&gt;Por que seu jeito romântico e suave&lt;br /&gt;Por que com você eu fico assim...&lt;br /&gt;Não quero te perder em nenhum fim&lt;br /&gt;Quero te amar e viver assim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-5741367284753445489?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5741367284753445489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=5741367284753445489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/5741367284753445489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/5741367284753445489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/por-que-voce-me-encantou-de-repente-por.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/SBEi-0KBD4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OBElptd3WVU/s72-c/coracao2tf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-7515179649283829274</id><published>2008-02-08T12:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T12:26:32.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6x0oTBxjjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Af-v0hrHUtU/s1600-h/a_rosini_589065_vetrograndeInsilenzionelblusito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164631108338421298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6x0oTBxjjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Af-v0hrHUtU/s400/a_rosini_589065_vetrograndeInsilenzionelblusito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se o silêncio fosse dádiva&lt;br /&gt;As pedras seriam filósofos&lt;br /&gt;O mar que eloquente seria&lt;br /&gt;Os rios no alarido das corredeiras&lt;br /&gt;Gritariam ao mundo seu rumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o silêncio tivesse significado&lt;br /&gt;Num momento seria abstrato&lt;br /&gt;Noutro ainda elíptico&lt;br /&gt;Um tom de dor&lt;br /&gt;Talvez apenas um murmúrio de paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! se o silêncio tivesse cor&lt;br /&gt;Seria azul nos momentos calmos&lt;br /&gt;Verde quando a esperança surgisse&lt;br /&gt;Branco quando de sua ausência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o silêncio tivesse odor&lt;br /&gt;Um cheiro de mato na noite fria&lt;br /&gt;Essência de rosas no seu dormir&lt;br /&gt;Um que de jasmim na despedida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o silêncio é muito mais&lt;br /&gt;É espera no tempo&lt;br /&gt;O não intervir do momento&lt;br /&gt;Imaginar a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Falar sem dizer&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir o que não foi dito&lt;br /&gt;E calar&lt;br /&gt;Quando nada mais&lt;br /&gt;Há para se dizer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-7515179649283829274?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7515179649283829274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=7515179649283829274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/7515179649283829274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/7515179649283829274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/se-o-silncio-fosse-ddiva-as-pedras_08.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6x0oTBxjjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Af-v0hrHUtU/s72-c/a_rosini_589065_vetrograndeInsilenzionelblusito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-1686162366923281361</id><published>2008-02-08T12:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T12:25:34.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6x0ajBxjiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Vyl-xndSpHU/s1600-h/felicidad.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164630872115220002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6x0ajBxjiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Vyl-xndSpHU/s400/felicidad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se ao sentir o sabor da liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Seu peito se encher de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;E Quando a brisa do mar te alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Tiveres a sensação de em outros tempos ter navegado sem destino.&lt;br /&gt;Se quando olhares uma criança&lt;br /&gt;Nela apenas ver a esperança&lt;br /&gt;de dias melhores para o mundo&lt;br /&gt;E ao acordar seu primeiro&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento for para você mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando o quanto o dia&lt;br /&gt;Será bom e proveitoso.&lt;br /&gt;Se seus problemas forem para Você&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um pequeno desafio a ser vencido&lt;br /&gt;E Você tiver a certeza que os vencerá&lt;br /&gt;E ao contar os amigos notar&lt;br /&gt;A ausência de inimigos para contar&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo quando em terras distantes&lt;br /&gt;ou caminhando no deserto&lt;br /&gt;Não tiver nunca a presença da solidão&lt;br /&gt;E dos amores passados&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar com gratidão agradecendo&lt;br /&gt;cada momento, cada beijo&lt;br /&gt;Pois que deixaram&lt;br /&gt;Não cicatrizes, mas boas recordações,&lt;br /&gt;novos ensinamentos...&lt;br /&gt;E saber com certeza que é querido&lt;br /&gt;E se saber pronto para amar&lt;br /&gt;e dar amor.&lt;br /&gt;Posso te assegurar&lt;br /&gt;Estais pronto para Viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-1686162366923281361?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1686162366923281361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=1686162366923281361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/1686162366923281361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/1686162366923281361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/se-ao-sentir-o-sabor-da-liberdade-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6x0ajBxjiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Vyl-xndSpHU/s72-c/felicidad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-9161114415466723430</id><published>2008-02-08T12:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T12:13:59.517-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6xxUzBxjgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WYF1xr9HzTw/s1600-h/xvgc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164627474796088834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6xxUzBxjgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WYF1xr9HzTw/s400/xvgc.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sombras do luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Silêncio profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dorme a natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Emudece o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Silêncio da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vem, que é hora de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;De pertencer e ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se entregar sem pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E na noite, viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Afundar num sonho estranho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Beber do cálice duo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Embriagar-se de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sobreviver ao desastre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tocar o corpo quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sentir sentimento fugaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E no turbilhão que se forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Seguir sem olhar para trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Silêncio na noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Apenas sombras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do luar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-9161114415466723430?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9161114415466723430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=9161114415466723430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/9161114415466723430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/9161114415466723430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/sombras-do-luar-silncio-profundo-dorme.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6xxUzBxjgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WYF1xr9HzTw/s72-c/xvgc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-25401000312469930</id><published>2008-02-08T11:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T12:10:03.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6xwwTBxjfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/h-MqNqmPO00/s1600-h/af703925f28b2665b607238a84088b2f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164626847730863602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6xwwTBxjfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/h-MqNqmPO00/s400/af703925f28b2665b607238a84088b2f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nada é mais importante que a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Nada substitui a alegria do amor&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando tudo aponta&lt;br /&gt;para lugar nenhum&lt;br /&gt;É nessas horas que tirando forças&lt;br /&gt;De onde pensávamos nada mais existir,&lt;br /&gt;Descobrimos o poder maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;Que há dentro de nós&lt;br /&gt;E assim, apoiado nos amigos&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que sempre estão ao nosso lado&lt;br /&gt;Vemos ressurgir a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca desista de tentar&lt;br /&gt;Nunca desista de amar&lt;br /&gt;Nunca desista de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Faz parte da vida Viver&lt;br /&gt;Olhe para dentro de si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;E se responda como vai Você&lt;br /&gt;E se ainda assim persistir a dúvida&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que sempre terá um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Para lhe dar a mão&lt;br /&gt;Aquele das horas incertas&lt;br /&gt;Que nada lhe cobra&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre estará ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Você faz a felicidade acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-25401000312469930?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/25401000312469930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=25401000312469930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/25401000312469930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/25401000312469930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/nada-mais-importante-que-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6xwwTBxjfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/h-MqNqmPO00/s72-c/af703925f28b2665b607238a84088b2f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-2707068468859777716</id><published>2008-02-08T11:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:41:24.577-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6xqBTBxjeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cHoFFuwImkw/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164619443207245282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6xqBTBxjeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cHoFFuwImkw/s400/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Poeta não é só aquele que transforma sonhos em poesias&lt;br /&gt;Mas também quem consegue ver a magia da poesia nestes sonhos "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-2707068468859777716?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2707068468859777716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=2707068468859777716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/2707068468859777716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/2707068468859777716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/poeta-no-s-aquele-que-transforma-sonhos.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6xqBTBxjeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cHoFFuwImkw/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-7243581890128907305</id><published>2008-02-06T19:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:35:19.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6o2DjBxjdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/o51HzkbKqGo/s1600-h/LUA-linda.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163999357303885266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6o2DjBxjdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/o51HzkbKqGo/s400/LUA-linda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“A invencibilidade está na defesa; a possibilidade de vitória, no ataque. Quem se defende mostra que sua força é inadequada; quem ataca, mostra que ela é abundante.” (Sun Tzu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“A linguagem de seu coração é que irá determinar a maneira correta de descobrir e manejar a sua espada. (Paulo Coelho)”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“A luta é indispensável para realizar as metas da alma, ou seja, lutar é saudável quando se constrói a felicidade”. (Roberto Shinyashiki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A perfeição não está na quantidade, mas na qualidade. As coisas muito boas sempre foram poucas e raras; a abundância traz a desvalorização. “(Baltasar Gracián)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Assim como o ceu precisa das estrelas ao anoitecer, eu preciso de você para viver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Se um dia uma leve brisa tocar-te os lábios, não se assuste pois é minha saudade que te beija"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"O verdadeiro homem não é aquele que conquista várias mulheres e sim aquele que conquista uma mulher várias vezes”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"O sorriso é a manifestação dos lábios quando os olhos encontram o que o coração procura."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-7243581890128907305?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7243581890128907305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=7243581890128907305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/7243581890128907305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/7243581890128907305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/invencibilidade-est-na-defesa.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6o2DjBxjdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/o51HzkbKqGo/s72-c/LUA-linda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-4855359808817245807</id><published>2008-02-06T19:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:31:58.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6o0ezBxjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/I8GZX4MMxuY/s1600-h/amizade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163997626432064962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6o0ezBxjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/I8GZX4MMxuY/s400/amizade.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Quando forte a amizade resiste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tudo enfrenta e pode superar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sei que razão não me assiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se pretender algo mais alcançar.&lt;br /&gt;Se o meu coração ainda insiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E muito carinho deseja te dar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É para que jamais fiques triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sabendo poder comigo contar.&lt;br /&gt;Quem te quer bem não desiste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não reclama nem vai lamentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A felicidade também existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ao dar amor sem nada esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quando tiver uma meta, busque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quando quiser um caminho, encontre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quando tiver um desafio, enfrente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quando tiver um sonho, realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E quando tiver alguémpara dizer o quanto você o quer bem, diga!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-4855359808817245807?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4855359808817245807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=4855359808817245807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/4855359808817245807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/4855359808817245807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/quando-forte-amizade-resiste-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R6o0ezBxjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/I8GZX4MMxuY/s72-c/amizade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-3677753543761381020</id><published>2008-01-17T11:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:22:49.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R49kjO_4tgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RT-Ey5IFCU4/s1600-h/winner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156450654846760450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R49kjO_4tgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RT-Ey5IFCU4/s400/winner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Prosseguindo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por mais que haja paixão, que a amizade perdure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por mais que arda o desejo, que a amizade prevaleça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por mais que te queira de outra forma, que a amizade se reafirme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ainda que eu fique triste, que você seja feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ainda que eu me machuque, que você se cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ainda que me sinta pequena, que você cresça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que no desenvolver de cada EU, o NÓS se ajunte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que no correr da batalha você lute ao meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que no derramar de cada lágrima seu ombro lá esteja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No escrever desse poema, canto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No cantar dessa canção, sorrio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No sorrir desse sorriso, amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No amar, sofro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No sofrer, choro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No chorar, cresço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No crescer me descubro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quando me descubro, me amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E quanto mais me amo, mais vivo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e prossigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-3677753543761381020?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3677753543761381020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=3677753543761381020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/3677753543761381020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/3677753543761381020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/prosseguindo.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R49kjO_4tgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RT-Ey5IFCU4/s72-c/winner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-3953620874840483935</id><published>2007-12-25T22:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:32:50.624-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R3GvOO_4tfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/v1drkSXypZc/s1600-h/54541.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148088508140271090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R3GvOO_4tfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/v1drkSXypZc/s400/54541.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As borbulhas de champanhe e os fogos de artifício, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anunciam a chegada de um novo ano.&lt;br /&gt;É tempo de refazer planos, reconsiderar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;os equívocos e perdas e retomar o caminho de uma vida feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Teremos outras 365 novas oportunidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;de dizer à vida que de fato queremos ser plenamente felizes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Viver cada dia, cada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw217259948120(event, this, '-383964152'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick217259948120(-383964152);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.mensagensepoemas.com.br/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; e cada minuto em sua plenitude, como se fosse o último!&lt;br /&gt;De que queremos renovação e buscaremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw1980164084020(event, this, '-383964152'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick1980164084020(-383964152);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.mensagensepoemas.com.br/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;grandes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; milagres da vida a cada instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O novo ano é hora de nascer, de florescer, de viver de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Ano Novo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-3953620874840483935?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3953620874840483935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=3953620874840483935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/3953620874840483935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/3953620874840483935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-borbulhas-de-champanhe-e-os-fogos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R3GvOO_4tfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/v1drkSXypZc/s72-c/54541.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-2368779383496202218</id><published>2007-12-06T11:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T11:09:56.034-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R1gCpya9BEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yKBhj1NxN5M/s1600-h/papai%2520noel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140861891576136770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R1gCpya9BEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yKBhj1NxN5M/s400/papai%2520noel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Que a humanidade procure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.mensagensepoemas.com.br/#" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saiba interpretar corretamente&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que for bom e útil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Para que todos os homens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saibam se entenderem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Como verdadeiros irmãos.&lt;br /&gt;Que neste Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As crianças de rua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Consigam adormecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Em braços fraternos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E não nos braços do chão.&lt;br /&gt;Que nesse Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Como em todos os Natais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não se veja mais pelas ruas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Crianças famintas e abandonadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Em busca do verdadeiro amor.&lt;br /&gt;Que nesse Natal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As mulheres que embelezam a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sejam vistas pelos olhos da razão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E não como submissas do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.mensagensepoemas.com.br/#" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Que ainda não as compreendem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Porque ignorarem o sentido da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-2368779383496202218?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2368779383496202218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=2368779383496202218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/2368779383496202218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/2368779383496202218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/que-humanidade-procure-amar-saiba.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/R1gCpya9BEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yKBhj1NxN5M/s72-c/papai%2520noel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-2007385820861068917</id><published>2007-09-23T16:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:44:57.305-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RvbB6IiYi6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/-5GjsgCKi6c/s1600-h/0,022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113487631394048930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RvbB6IiYi6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/-5GjsgCKi6c/s400/0,022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ROMANCE DAS ESTAÇÕES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;na pele sem que ninguém ensine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;escreve-se o romance das estações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;é para inquietar no tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o vôo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e sua penugem guardada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;entre o colorido da memória &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;das asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a boca do tempo é sábia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;na sua risada boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pascal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mudam as estações &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;explosão que incendeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sem levantar fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;teu sorriso saem flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a mão não sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas a alma alcança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-2007385820861068917?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2007385820861068917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=2007385820861068917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/2007385820861068917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/2007385820861068917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/romance-das-estaes-na-pele-sem-que.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RvbB6IiYi6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/-5GjsgCKi6c/s72-c/0,022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-2209499765094839549</id><published>2007-09-23T16:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:31:58.952-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rva_KYiYi5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/klqCVqdSHag/s1600-h/sonho-de-liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113484612032039826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rva_KYiYi5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/klqCVqdSHag/s400/sonho-de-liberdade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LIBERDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;um poeta não pode ser mais preso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;do que a leveza da pena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sobre o papel ávido de poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-2209499765094839549?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2209499765094839549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=2209499765094839549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/2209499765094839549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/2209499765094839549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/liberdade-um-poeta-no-pode-ser-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rva_KYiYi5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/klqCVqdSHag/s72-c/sonho-de-liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-3738776303501029572</id><published>2007-09-23T16:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:30:07.471-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rva-uYiYi4I/AAAAAAAAAII/ZvhTHIU9gMw/s1600-h/flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113484130995702658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rva-uYiYi4I/AAAAAAAAAII/ZvhTHIU9gMw/s400/flores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;primavera, sopro contínuo de um poema,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;baixela de sol que nunca se esvaziassenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mandíbulas do tempoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sua mão atravessa o outono &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e os seus dedos são rosas de ventoem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cachoeira, nas tardes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;é o seu sangue que se espalhacada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;vez que se tingem as maçãs dos rostos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;das mulheres amadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;é o seu perfume que fica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;para além das varandas, das pedras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e dos marcadores das páginas dos romances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;que o seu chamado ecoe no papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;como parto de semente na terra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;antes, e depois de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-3738776303501029572?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3738776303501029572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=3738776303501029572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/3738776303501029572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/3738776303501029572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/primavera-primavera-sopro-contnuo-de-um.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rva-uYiYi4I/AAAAAAAAAII/ZvhTHIU9gMw/s72-c/flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-3276744275512784037</id><published>2007-09-23T16:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:25:48.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rva9f4iYi3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/2z4a44mP23Y/s1600-h/BXK20759_lago-e-luar800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113482782375971698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rva9f4iYi3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/2z4a44mP23Y/s400/BXK20759_lago-e-luar800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O Jardim da Lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tempos há em que mais vale estar envolto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;em cachoeira e nas noites plantar estrelas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no jardim da lua olhar a flor dourada dos céus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a se descortinar lentamente entre o oceano profundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;da noite em suspensão lançar duas estrelas para sondarem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tudo e elas por lá se prenderem estáticas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;de admiração cantar as imensas flores alvas desfazendo as suas pétalas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;de nuvens na carícia do semblante noturno e deixá-las invadir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o verso mais ameno como sol na areia fina ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;vento será por isso que depois os seus cabelos de prata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cantam alto nos telhados fazem festas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e beijinhos nas vidraças e tomam como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;casa o ar que se liberta da terra molhada? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;não sei nesses dias não me peçam versos que digam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;da lua que correnteza até a cintura é coisa que vem e vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-3276744275512784037?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3276744275512784037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=3276744275512784037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/3276744275512784037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/3276744275512784037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-jardim-da-lua-tempos-h-em-que-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rva9f4iYi3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/2z4a44mP23Y/s72-c/BXK20759_lago-e-luar800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-332719918716150989</id><published>2007-09-23T16:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:11:10.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rva6CoiYi2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9J1uP6fh9Ig/s1600-h/131145t37a6xaobp.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113478981329914722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rva6CoiYi2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9J1uP6fh9Ig/s400/131145t37a6xaobp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;EU SOU POESIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Poesia é submissão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Poesia é auto-afirmação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Poesia é instinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu sou poesia, eu sou poema - sou ambos porque sou medo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cólera, sou desgosto, às vezes ternura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu sou poesia, porque amo e tenho emoções...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Poesia é tudo aquilo que você escreve e descreve quando se sente bem; quando pensa em alguém que você ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Poesia é você estar triste e se enlevar ao recordar de um amor eterno, ou um amor efémero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Poesia é renúncia, é ódio; é vingança é remorso; pesar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É amor, alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Poesia é sonhar; imaginar e viver uma vida de felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Poesia é verdade; sentimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Poesia não é mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Poesia é fuga; agressão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É repulsa, proteção; é defesa, curiosidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Poesia é submissão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Poesia é auto-afirmação. ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Poesia é instinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu sou poesia; eu sou poema - Sou ambos porque sou medo,cólera; sou desgosto, às vezes ternura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Para muitos sou surpresa - Para outro espanto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ainda sou sujeição; às vezes orgulho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu sou poesia, porque sou abandono; sou criação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu sou poesia porque amo e tenho emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu sou poesia porque vivo e quando necessário me divido; sofro; choro; sorrio e me entrego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu sou poesia porque tenho fé; esperança e dou consolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tudo que escrevi, porque em tudo e em você eu penso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Penso em tudo, porque em tudo eu amo a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-332719918716150989?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/332719918716150989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=332719918716150989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/332719918716150989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/332719918716150989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/eu-sou-poesia-poesia-submisso-poesia.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rva6CoiYi2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9J1uP6fh9Ig/s72-c/131145t37a6xaobp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-7973709699586533420</id><published>2007-09-22T12:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:46:09.797-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;!---Inicio do codigo---&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tonygifsjavas.kit.net"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.tonygifsjavas.kit.net/gifs_recados_orkut/amor/amor_11.gif" alt= "Veja este e outros modelos no Site Tony Gifs e Javas clicando no endereço abaixo www.tonygifsjavas.kit.net" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Veja este e outros modelos em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tonygifsjavas.kit.net"&gt;www.tonygifsjavas.kit.net&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--- Fim do codigo---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;De onde Vem o Amor ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Deve vir de perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;De um olhar que se cruza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;De um sentimento que desperta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dos romances que viram poesias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Das poesias que viram canções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Das canções que inflamam um coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vem de um desejo que quer ser real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vem da vontade de se perder num beijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vem da coragem que se move um covarde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vem das folhas que caem no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E vem da chuva que molha a grama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Da flor que ainda vai desabrochar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Do casulo que guarda um segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;De um ovo pronto a chocar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;De onde vem o amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Deve vir de bem longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Daquilo que está além do horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Daquilo que os olhos não veêm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Daquilo que a razão não explica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Daquilo que não se pode desenhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Daquilo que não se sabe escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;De uma língua que não se sabe traduzir ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;De onde vem o amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vem de um lugar escondido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ou tão perto que você não vê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Só se sabe que quando vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vem pra ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-7973709699586533420?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7973709699586533420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=7973709699586533420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/7973709699586533420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/7973709699586533420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/veja-este-e-outros-modelos-em-www.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-6993362781043189658</id><published>2007-07-25T21:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:01:22.529-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RqfyHzTL5RI/AAAAAAAAAHw/y17CqtdU7DI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091304119609320722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RqfyHzTL5RI/AAAAAAAAAHw/y17CqtdU7DI/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ao cairo da meia noite, você chega por trás, do luar imensurante&lt;br /&gt;Nossa música toca, dançamos, num belo mirante&lt;br /&gt;A brisa, o vento, a chuva tudo passa&lt;br /&gt;O profundo e inexplicável permanece, ultrapassa&lt;br /&gt;Calor de corpos,como física exposta, diz em cada olhar , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;em cada movimento, o amor que está no ar&lt;br /&gt;O luar traduz em formas delineadas e prescritas o formular de um coração&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de emoção e sustentação&lt;br /&gt;Previsível de um destino traçado para encontros inexplicáveis&lt;br /&gt;Somente entendidos no alto planar do verbo amar&lt;br /&gt;Positivo e negativo se atraem&lt;br /&gt;Como vidas opostas se sobressaem&lt;br /&gt;O rimar e combinar do olhar&lt;br /&gt;Torneia o paquerar do instinto humanizar&lt;br /&gt;E ao deitar submersos ao aquecimento&lt;br /&gt;Brincam no soar do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Onde só almas tocam-se sob o lenço&lt;br /&gt;Refletido no sombrear das ondas do mar&lt;br /&gt;Quando o eclipse chegar&lt;br /&gt;E a musica parar&lt;br /&gt;Certamente chegara a hora de levitar&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais além&lt;br /&gt;Além do luar, das estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca além do amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;Um amor escrito dentre corações apaixonados&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca serão separados&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-6993362781043189658?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6993362781043189658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=6993362781043189658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/6993362781043189658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/6993362781043189658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/ao-cairo-da-meia-noite-voc-chega-por.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RqfyHzTL5RI/AAAAAAAAAHw/y17CqtdU7DI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-424233623985772528</id><published>2007-07-01T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T15:11:06.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RofuL6cMUpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/u7cnyn7qkNc/s1600-h/xx-rays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082292592944370322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RofuL6cMUpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/u7cnyn7qkNc/s400/xx-rays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bons amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Onde o dever é salvar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Muito mais que a si mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bons companheiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Estão sempre à postos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Indo com a sirene ligada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rua, vias, rodovias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;São atravessada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Onde houver acidente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;La estão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Soldados do Fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Entre pessoas desconhecidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Muitos sorrisos e muitas lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Entre carros e motos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Malabarismo ao volante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Entre casas e prédios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Arranhando o céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Resgatando o mais belo valor da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gerando confiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Entrelaçando vidas a suas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nunca deixando-se abater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Confortando com um sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ilumado pelo carisma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é um dom! Salva-la é nossa missão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-424233623985772528?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/424233623985772528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=424233623985772528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/424233623985772528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/424233623985772528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/bons-amigos-onde-o-dever-salvar-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RofuL6cMUpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/u7cnyn7qkNc/s72-c/xx-rays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-4540087761691985670</id><published>2007-06-30T21:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:03:49.418-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rob9WKcMUoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zgATFimU6sM/s1600-h/techno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082027786735735426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rob9WKcMUoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zgATFimU6sM/s400/techno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dê um beijo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um abraço....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um passo em sua direção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aproxime-se sem cerimônia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dê um pouco de calor do seu sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Assente-se bem pertoe deixe-se ficar algum tempo ou pouco tempo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não conte o tempo de se dar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sonhe junto um sonho,sem duvidar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Deixe o sorriso acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tente, de alguma maneira e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não se espante, se a pessoa mais feliz for você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-4540087761691985670?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4540087761691985670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=4540087761691985670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/4540087761691985670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/4540087761691985670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/d-um-beijo.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rob9WKcMUoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zgATFimU6sM/s72-c/techno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-1214593396036132211</id><published>2007-05-31T22:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:13:30.095-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rl9ym5ZS7cI/AAAAAAAAAGI/m3Bu4boopzQ/s1600-h/Papel+de+Parede+H4CK3R.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070897718009982402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rl9ym5ZS7cI/AAAAAAAAAGI/m3Bu4boopzQ/s400/Papel+de+Parede+H4CK3R.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FELICIDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A FELICIDADE ESTÁ TÃO PERTO DA GENTE&lt;br /&gt;MAS TÃO PERTO QUE NÃO A PERCEBEMOS&lt;br /&gt;ESTÁ...&lt;br /&gt;NO OLHAR DE UMA CRIANÇA,&lt;br /&gt;NUM SIMPLES ABRAÇO,&lt;br /&gt;NUMA PALAVRA DE CARINHO,&lt;br /&gt;NA LUZ DO SOL,&lt;br /&gt;NO VENTO QUE ANUNCIA A CHUVA,&lt;br /&gt;NAS FLORES, NOS PÁSSAROS,&lt;br /&gt;NO CÉU, NA LUA E NAS ESTRELAS&lt;br /&gt;A FELICIDADE ESTÁ EM TODO LUGAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAS SOMOS CEGOS, SURDOS E MUDOS&lt;br /&gt;PARA PODER PERCEBÊ-LA&lt;br /&gt;QUEREMOS “TOCAR” A “DONA FELICIDADE”&lt;br /&gt;MAS ELA É INTOCÁVEL...&lt;br /&gt;SÓ É SENTIDA,&lt;br /&gt;LÁ DENTRO DO CORAÇÃO...&lt;br /&gt;VAMOS ABRIR TODOS OS NOSSOS SENTIDOS&lt;br /&gt;DEIXÁ-LOS LIVRES PARA PERCEBEREM NO MÍNIMO DETALHES DO&lt;br /&gt;DIA A DIA&lt;br /&gt;TENTE, PASSE UM DIA SÓ, PERCEBENDO E SENTINDO SEUS “PEDACINHOS DE FELICIDADES”&lt;br /&gt;NO FINAL DO DIA, VOCÊ IRÁ DESCOBRIR QUE NÃO PRECISA MUITO PARA SER FELIZ&lt;br /&gt;BASTA JUNTAR OS PEQUENOS MOMENTOS PARA QUE SE TORNEM GRANDES "&lt;br /&gt;(CASTELO SÁ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-1214593396036132211?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1214593396036132211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=1214593396036132211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/1214593396036132211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/1214593396036132211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/felicidade-felicidade-est-to-perto-da.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rl9ym5ZS7cI/AAAAAAAAAGI/m3Bu4boopzQ/s72-c/Papel+de+Parede+H4CK3R.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-4242312760056075984</id><published>2007-05-16T19:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:15:10.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RkuCXpZS7bI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rrVuY8m_0S8/s1600-h/BXK20759_paisagem-marinha800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065285548668808626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RkuCXpZS7bI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rrVuY8m_0S8/s400/BXK20759_paisagem-marinha800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O Homem e a Mulher&lt;br /&gt;"O homem é a mais elevada das criaturas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A mulher é o mais sublime dos ideais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Deus fez para o homem um trono;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Para a mulher um altar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O trono exalta; o altar santifica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O homem é o cérebro; a mulher o coração, o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A luz fecunda; o amor ressuscita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O homem é o gênio; a mulher o anjo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O gênio é imensurável; o anjo indefinível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A aspiração do homem é a suprema glória;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A aspiração da mulher, a virtude extrema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A glória traduz grandeza; a virtude traduz divindade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O homem tem a supremacia; a mulher a preferência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A supremacia representa força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A preferência representa o direito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O homem é forte pela razão; a mulher invencível pelas lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A razão convence; a lágrima comove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O homem é capaz de todos os heroísmos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A mulher de todos os martírios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O heroísmo enobrece; os martírios sublima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O homem é o código; a mulher o evangelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O código corrige; o evangelho aperfeiçoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O homem é o templo; a mulher, um sacrário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ante o templo, nos descobrimos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ante o sacrário ajoelhamo-nos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O homem pensa; a mulher sonha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pensar é ter cérebro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sonhar é ter na fronte uma auréola.&lt;br /&gt;O homem é um oceano; a mulher um lago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O oceano tem a pérola que embeleza;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O lago tem a poesia que deslumbra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O homem é a águia que voa; a mulher o rouxinol que canta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Voar é dominar o espaço; cantar é conquistar a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O homem tem um fanal; a consciência;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A mulher tem uma estrela: a esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O fanal guia, a esperança salva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O homem está colocado onde termina a terra;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A mulher onde começa o céu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vitor Hugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-4242312760056075984?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4242312760056075984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=4242312760056075984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/4242312760056075984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/4242312760056075984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-homem-e-mulher-o-homem-mais-elevada.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RkuCXpZS7bI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rrVuY8m_0S8/s72-c/BXK20759_paisagem-marinha800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-6567301369069280004</id><published>2007-05-15T19:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:56:24.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rko6h1RzKxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7kFxdoDWzWs/s1600-h/mar%2520e%2520lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064925083843373842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rko6h1RzKxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7kFxdoDWzWs/s400/mar%2520e%2520lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Trechos da Palestra de Brian Dyson&lt;br /&gt;Ex-Presidente da Coca-Cola.&lt;br /&gt;"Imaginem a vida como um jogo, no qual vocês fazem malabarismo com cinco bolas que lançam ao ar. Essas bolas são: o trabalho, a família, a saúde,os amigos e o espírito. O trabalho é uma bola de borracha. Se cair bate no chão e pula para cima. Mas as quatro outras são de vidro. Se caírem no chão,quebrarão e ficarão permanentemente danificada s . Entendam isso e busquem o equilíbrio na vida". Como?&lt;br /&gt;Não diminuam seu próprio valor, comparando-se com outras pessoas. Somos todos diferentes. Cada um de nós é um ser especial.&lt;br /&gt;Não fixem seus objetivos com base no que os outros acham importante. Só vocês estão em condições de escolher o que é melhor para você próprio.&lt;br /&gt;Dêem valor e respeitem as coisas mais queridas aos seus corações. Apeguem-se a elas como a própria vida. Sem elas a vida carece de sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixem que a vida escorra entre os dedos por viverem no passado ou no futuro. Se viverem um dia de cada vez, viverão todos os dias de suas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Não desistam quando ainda são capazes de um esforço a mais.&lt;br /&gt;Nada termina até o momento em que se deixa de tentar.&lt;br /&gt;Não temam admitir que não sejam perfeitos.&lt;br /&gt;Não temam enfrentar riscos. É correndo riscos que aprendemos a ser valentes.&lt;br /&gt;Não excluam o amor de suas vidas dizendo que não se pode encontrá-lo. A melhor forma de receber amor é dá-lo. A forma mais rápida de ficar sem amor é apegar-se demasiado a si próprio. A melhor forma de manter o amor é dar-lhe asas. Corra atrás de seu amor, ainda dá tempo!&lt;br /&gt;Não corram tanto pela vida a ponto de esquecerem onde estiveram e para onde vão.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenham medo de aprender. O conhecimento é leve. É um tesouro que se carrega facilmente.&lt;br /&gt;Não usem imprudentemente o tempo ou as palavras. Não se podem recuperar.&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é uma corrida, mas sim uma viagem que deve ser desfrutada a cada passo.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrem-se: Ontem é historia. Amanhã é mistério e Hoje é uma dádiva. Por isso se chama "presente".&lt;br /&gt;Se vocês quiserem, passem este recado para as pessoas que são importantes para vocês, porque segundo Brian sugeriu: "apeguem-se às coisas que são queridas ao seu coração (entre elas os amigos). Sem elas a vida carece de sentido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-6567301369069280004?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6567301369069280004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=6567301369069280004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/6567301369069280004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/6567301369069280004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/trechos-da-palestra-de-brian-dyson-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rko6h1RzKxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7kFxdoDWzWs/s72-c/mar%2520e%2520lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-6428495249317790514</id><published>2007-05-07T18:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T18:55:28.182-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rj-feVRzKvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/S5X6X7das6M/s1600-h/ff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061939849644419826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rj-feVRzKvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/S5X6X7das6M/s400/ff.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" Amizade é como música: duas cordas afinadas no mesmo tom vibram juntas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Para cada virtude basta um homem; para a amizade, são precisos dois"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; "No fundo de cada alma há tesouros escondidos que somente o amor permite descobrir "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Ninguém sabe porque ama ou porque não ama. É uma coisa que se sente, mas não se explica"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Amar é vontade de continuar a caminhada para fazer alguém feliz. "&lt;br /&gt;"O amor é sempre belo, mas só é grande quando sofre, perdoa ou tem saudades"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"A vida é um milhão de novos começos movidos pelo desafio sempre novo de viver e fazer todo sonho brilhar."&lt;br /&gt;"Que sua vida seja pontilhada de bons e felizes momentos. "&lt;br /&gt;"Que a sua vida seja um mar cheio de emoções alegrias e conquistas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"As melhores coisas da vida, não podem ser vistas nem tocadas, mas sim sentidas pelo coração"&lt;br /&gt;"Se dois lábios não podem se beijar, dois olhos se beijam numa troca de olhar."&lt;br /&gt;"O tempo não pára! Só a saudade é que faz as coisas pararem no tempo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-6428495249317790514?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6428495249317790514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=6428495249317790514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/6428495249317790514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/6428495249317790514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/amizade-como-msica-duas-cordas-afinadas.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rj-feVRzKvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/S5X6X7das6M/s72-c/ff.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-5103047821683729383</id><published>2007-04-12T18:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T18:30:11.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rh6k10Bq0tI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LmkOX9skiRI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052657076361941714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rh6k10Bq0tI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LmkOX9skiRI/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CRIADOR DO MUNDO,&lt;br /&gt;COM TODA PERFEIÇÃO E MAGNETUDE&lt;br /&gt;CRIOU A VIDA,&lt;br /&gt;OS SENTIMENTOS,&lt;br /&gt;AS ALEGRIAS E TRISTEZAS,&lt;br /&gt;DORES E SUPERAÇÕES&lt;br /&gt;DE TUDO TRASFORMOU&lt;br /&gt;A VIDA EM MOVIMENTOS SISTEMÁTICOS&lt;br /&gt;MUITAS VEZES RETOS COMO TAMBÉM TORTOS E OBJETIVOS&lt;br /&gt;FEZ DA VIDA UMA DÁDIVA, E RIQUEZA&lt;br /&gt;ONDE A GRANDE CONQUISTA E SER FELIZ&lt;br /&gt;ONDE O MÉRITO A SER SEGUIDO É A FÉ&lt;br /&gt;CONCENTRADA NA IMAGEM SO SENHOR&lt;br /&gt;NOSSO DEUS DO UNIVERSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-5103047821683729383?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5103047821683729383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=5103047821683729383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/5103047821683729383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/5103047821683729383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/criador-do-mundo-com-toda-perfeio-e.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rh6k10Bq0tI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LmkOX9skiRI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-78451551962105440</id><published>2007-04-12T18:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T18:13:58.845-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rh6hB0Bq0sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ySHUaKPn5Ts/s1600-h/aliancas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052652884473860802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rh6hB0Bq0sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ySHUaKPn5Ts/s400/aliancas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;FIDELIDADE,&lt;br /&gt;CONQUISTADA PELO INÍCIO DE UMA AMIZADE&lt;br /&gt;PELA INTERLIGAÇÃO DE INTERIORES&lt;br /&gt;QUE PASSAM DESPERCEBIDA QUANDO SE FAZ UMA NOVA&lt;br /&gt;COM TEMPO SE VAI CONQUISTANDO ESSE LAÇO&lt;br /&gt;QUE NUNCA DEVE TER QUEBRADO,&lt;br /&gt;QUE POR FIM TEM COMO OBRIGAÇÃO O DESTINO&lt;br /&gt;DE GUARDADO A CHAVES, NUM BELO BAÚ DE EMOÇÕES E SITUAÇÕES&lt;br /&gt;POIS QUANDO QUEBRADO, POR MOTIVOS MUITAS VEZES INCONSEQUENTES&lt;br /&gt;LEVA A GRANDE TRISTEZA, UMA GOTA ESCORRE PELO CORAÇÃO,&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO DERRAMA SUA ÚNICA LÁGRIMA DE IMPERFEIÇÃO,E&lt;br /&gt;E ABRE UMA FERIDA, QUE PARA SER CURADA SÓ BASTA O TEMPO , OU&lt;br /&gt;EM CERTAS VEZES ELA PODE SER FATAL&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO NUM CERIMONIAL&lt;br /&gt;NA ALEGRIA E NA TRISTEZA,&lt;br /&gt;NA SAUDE E NA DOENÇA&lt;br /&gt;ATÉ QUE A MORTE OS SEPARE,&lt;br /&gt;UNEM-SE DUAS ALMAS À UM ÚNICO CORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;A SEREM DESUNIDAS SOMENTE DE CORPO EM TERRA QUANDO A MORTE DE UMA OCORRE&lt;br /&gt;POIS SUAS ALMAS NUNCA SE SEPARAM,&lt;br /&gt;NO CÉU AS ALMAS SE TORNAM SOMENTE UMA&lt;br /&gt;SE TORNAM UM AMOR,&lt;br /&gt;UM LAÇO QUE ESSE SIM É INQUEBRÁVEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-78451551962105440?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-1784640655657865575</id><published>2007-04-11T21:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:28:09.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rh18UEBq0nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/apZ_1xlYeEw/s1600-h/abc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052331041099534962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rh18UEBq0nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/apZ_1xlYeEw/s400/abc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;UM BELO DIA NASCERA , UM DIA INESQUECÍVEL ONDE NADA NEM NINGUÉM PODE&lt;br /&gt;DANIFICÁ-LO&lt;br /&gt;UM DIA SE PASSA LENTAMENTE COM GRANDES EMOÇÕES, GRANDES ACONTECIMENTOS&lt;br /&gt;TORNA O SIMPLESMENTE UM FAIXO DE BRILHO EM TODO O RESTO DO TEMPO&lt;br /&gt;UM BRILHO COMO UM DIAMANTE PERFEITO PARA UMA VIDA PERFEITA&lt;br /&gt;AO ANOTECER, IMENSA VONTADE DE UM GESTO DE CARINHO ENTORPECEDOR&lt;br /&gt;UM ABRAÇO APERTADO...&lt;br /&gt;UM LEVE SENSO DE CALOR ACOMPANHADO DE DOIS CORPOS&lt;br /&gt;AO SAIR AO AR LIVRE , OBSERVAR UMA NOITE ESTRELADA, VER A PERFEIÇÃO DA NATUREZA&lt;br /&gt;VER QUE TUDO É MAIS PERFEITO QUE IMAGINAMOS, ATÉ NOSSA IMAGINAÇÃO É TÃO PERFEITA QUANTO TUDO&lt;br /&gt;A FELICIDADE É TUDO, PRATICAMENTE O QUE LEVA O SER HUMANO A VIVER MAIS TEMPO, E VIVER BEM&lt;br /&gt;A VONTADE DE NESSA NOITE,&lt;br /&gt;AO SOM RELAXANTE E ROMANTICO ,DANÇAR,&lt;br /&gt;SEM TEMPO DE PARAR...&lt;br /&gt;DEIXAR O TEMPO LEVAR ,&lt;br /&gt;ONDE AS ESTRELAS GUIAREM ,&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO NEM O APAGAR DO LUAR BASTAR&lt;br /&gt;PARA SEMPRE FELIZ VIVER INTENSAMENTO SOBRE CADA FAIXO IRRADIADO PELA DOCE VIDA DE ALEGRIA&lt;br /&gt;QUE TE FAZEM SOAR UM BELO OLHAR&lt;br /&gt;JUNTAMENTE COM UM SENSUAL SORRISO ESTAGNADO A SUA FACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-1784640655657865575?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1784640655657865575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=1784640655657865575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/1784640655657865575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/1784640655657865575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/um-belo-dia-nascera-um-dia-inesquecvel.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rh18UEBq0nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/apZ_1xlYeEw/s72-c/abc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-2829198300734109598</id><published>2007-03-18T20:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:19:36.155-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rf3I8_SW9GI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5bWGBkScTBs/s1600-h/BXK143505_lloret-de-mar-espanha-2800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043408107830965346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rf3I8_SW9GI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5bWGBkScTBs/s400/BXK143505_lloret-de-mar-espanha-2800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Perguntas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sem respostas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mistérios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;São almas que provam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Da dor e da solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que permanecem tempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aprisionadas na escuridão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Até seus olhos encontrarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A luz que abençoará seu destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;São destinos traçados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que tempo nenhum destrói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Destinos entrelaçados pelo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que depois da turbulência nos sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se encontram lúcidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um destinoJá imposto pela vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Já entendido pela razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Destinos traçados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que nem a tempestade de ilusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pode tocá-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As estrelas guardam seus segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E a vida junto do tempo os desvendam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Destinos traçados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Onde a sabedoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É ser simplesmente Feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-2829198300734109598?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2829198300734109598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=2829198300734109598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/2829198300734109598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/2829198300734109598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/perguntas-sem-respostas.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rf3I8_SW9GI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5bWGBkScTBs/s72-c/BXK143505_lloret-de-mar-espanha-2800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-1343978574484927319</id><published>2007-03-18T20:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:11:30.938-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rf3Gz_SW9FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/u4oniC2BU2U/s1600-h/Cachorros%2520cobby%2520S-2%2520mesa%25206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043405754188887122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rf3Gz_SW9FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/u4oniC2BU2U/s400/Cachorros%2520cobby%2520S-2%2520mesa%25206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Espere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Olhe ao seu redor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por mais que tente ver trevas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Existirá sempre uma estrela cadente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Onde caberá um pedido seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Espere...Respire fundo,Por mais que tente sentir algo tóxico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Existirá sempre uma árvore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;De onde sairá o oxigênio para seus pulmões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Espere...Sinta a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por mais que tente deixá-la em preto e branco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Existirão sempre algumas cores sobrando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Que servirão para pintar sua alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Espere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sonhe excessivamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por mais que tema os pesadelos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Existirão sempre sonhos possíveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pois o desperdício não está em sonhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas em acreditar que seus sonhos não são possíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Espere...Caminhe com seus próprios pés,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por mais que erre o caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Existirá sempre um certo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mesmo que primeiro precise errar muitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Espere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Olhe o céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Você é capaz de enxergar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Respire fundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Você é capaz de respirar sozinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sinta o agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pois agora você é capaz de sentir que seu corpo está funcionando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Caminhe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pois você pode caminhar sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Viva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pois você ainda pode viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sonhe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pois você ainda pode sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-1343978574484927319?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1343978574484927319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=1343978574484927319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-1730780596598887610</id><published>2007-03-08T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:53:20.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RfCh5_uYQAI/AAAAAAAAADs/ErJWA7nuOq8/s1600-h/BXK101700_apophysis01800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039706000758161410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RfCh5_uYQAI/AAAAAAAAADs/ErJWA7nuOq8/s400/BXK101700_apophysis01800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LEMBRANÇAS,&lt;br /&gt;MEMORIAS,&lt;br /&gt;VIDA,&lt;br /&gt;MOMENTOS&lt;br /&gt;RESUME –SE A ÚNICA CHAMA ACESA ENQUANTO DURE&lt;br /&gt;O DIA ESSSA CHAMA APAGAR-SE SOBRARÁ SOMENTES RELATOS&lt;br /&gt;QUE POR FIM SERÃO APAGADOS OU ARQUIVADOS COMO LEMBRANÇAS DE UMA VIDA EXISTIDA&lt;br /&gt;E VIVIDA DETALHADAMENTE , PORÉM NUM BAÚ TANTO DE TRISTEZAS COMO NUMA CAIXA SURPRESA DE FELICIDADE, SEMPRE ARQUIVADO A SETE CHAVES NO QUAL SOMENTE SEU CORAÇÃO POSSUI A CHAVE SECRETA&lt;br /&gt;A PORTA DE ENTRADA PARA UMA OUTRA NOVA VIDA, QUE VISTA ONDE TERMINADA FARÁ SEU MELHOR PARA DAR-LHE A GRANDE CONTINUAÇÃO DO CICLO HUMANO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-1730780596598887610?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1730780596598887610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=1730780596598887610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/1730780596598887610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/1730780596598887610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/lembranas-memorias-vida-momentos-resume.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RfCh5_uYQAI/AAAAAAAAADs/ErJWA7nuOq8/s72-c/BXK101700_apophysis01800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-2564023795586050390</id><published>2007-03-08T20:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:50:35.155-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RfChJPuYP_I/AAAAAAAAADk/ipLgrxoZuN4/s1600-h/99999.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039705163239538674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RfChJPuYP_I/AAAAAAAAADk/ipLgrxoZuN4/s400/99999.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Filosofia um meio de pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A filosofia é um meio de você pensar, essa é a palavra chave para descrever essa magnífica invenção, e pensar significa reaver suas atitudes presentes, passadas e previamente futuras&lt;br /&gt;Uma maneira de pensar , contudo analisando seus dois lados presentes no mesmo&lt;br /&gt;O positivo e o negativo, refletindo sobre cada um você finalmente obterá conclusões&lt;br /&gt;A filosofia não é algo concreto, mas sim, exposições amplas de opiniões diferentemente conjulgadas pela humanidade, geralmente usadas para tentar solucionar problemas e fatos ocorridos decorrente do tempos&lt;br /&gt;Usando-se dela, você pode ir a longas distância, como por exemplo, uma investigação, aonde você junta fatos de ambos lados, sejam eles desejáveis ou obscuros e chega ao princípio de o determinado objetivo&lt;br /&gt;Porém a humanidade não sabe desfrutar de uma dádiva proposta a resolução e auto-ajuda , e pensa que pensar é algo inútil que não leva a lugar algum, por conseqüência elas se enganam, podendo ter a praticidade de solucionar mais facilmente e certamente algo, do que simplesmente seguir modelos de que lhe acha perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Vem à tona , o fato de você começar a analisar os fatos propor-se em seus lugares e avaliar a situação, tentando fazer dela uma conclusão de imediato sabendo o melhor para si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-2564023795586050390?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2564023795586050390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=2564023795586050390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/2564023795586050390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/2564023795586050390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/filosofia-um-meio-de-pensar-filosofia.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RfChJPuYP_I/AAAAAAAAADk/ipLgrxoZuN4/s72-c/99999.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-1012363376030960274</id><published>2007-03-08T20:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:47:33.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RfCggvuYP-I/AAAAAAAAADc/H1TwVhn4Br4/s1600-h/FFFFF.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039704467454836706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RfCggvuYP-I/AAAAAAAAADc/H1TwVhn4Br4/s400/FFFFF.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SAUDADES INCENDEIAM UM CORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;INDECIFRADO DE SENTIMENTOS&lt;br /&gt;SENTIMENTOS QUE POR INTRASIÇÃO DE TEMPO&lt;br /&gt;NÃO FORAM DESCOBERTOS,&lt;br /&gt;MAS QUE POR UM OLHAR PROFUNDO,&lt;br /&gt;DECIFROU –SE A VIDA COMPLETA .&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO NUM BRILHO JUNTOU-SE DOIS OLHARES QUE FIZERAM DOIS CORAÇÕES BATEREM MAIS FORTE ,&lt;br /&gt;INDEPENDENTE DO SER DESCONHECIDO&lt;br /&gt;DE CADA INDIVIDUO,&lt;br /&gt;GRANDES COINCIDÊNCIAS OCORRIDAS APÓS O FATO,&lt;br /&gt;UNINDO-SE SEMPRE O OLHAR PROFUNDO QUE FALA MAIS QUE PALAVRAS&lt;br /&gt;QUE MESMO SEM ESTAR PRESENTE,&lt;br /&gt;UNIU-SE TORNANDO-SE UM ÚNICO,&lt;br /&gt;SABEDORIA DE TALVEZ UM FUTURO&lt;br /&gt;TOTALMENTE INESPERADO, ARDENTE, E ALTAMENTE QUENTE QUEM SABE PRESENTE&lt;br /&gt;FOGO QUE ACENDE A CHAMA DA PAIXAO ENTRA NO CORAÇÃO E SE TRANSFORMA NUMA TREMENDA EMOÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;SEM TEMPO PARA TERMINAR,&lt;br /&gt;E PARA SEMPRE AMAR,&lt;br /&gt;ATÉ QUE A AGUA OS SEPARE DA ALEGRIA DE VIVER NO CALOR QUE LHE FAZEM SOAR LAGRIMAS DE PURO AMOR&lt;br /&gt;RADIANTE COMO O SOL ,&lt;br /&gt;OS OLHOS BRILHAM A CADA&lt;br /&gt;ENCONTRO DESPERCEBIDO&lt;br /&gt;NO SILÊNCIO DESTE OLHAR&lt;br /&gt;OCORRE O PARADOXO DO AMOR&lt;br /&gt;QUE UNE SETIMENTOS A UM SÓ&lt;br /&gt;TORNANDO-SE A FELICIDADE ETERNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-1012363376030960274?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1012363376030960274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=1012363376030960274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/1012363376030960274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/1012363376030960274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/saudades-incendeiam-um-corao.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RfCggvuYP-I/AAAAAAAAADc/H1TwVhn4Br4/s72-c/FFFFF.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-8879485176624346808</id><published>2007-03-04T15:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T15:19:45.264-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/ResNuRfecXI/AAAAAAAAADA/5217gW23TW0/s1600-h/yy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038135696764596594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/ResNuRfecXI/AAAAAAAAADA/5217gW23TW0/s400/yy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-8879485176624346808?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8879485176624346808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=8879485176624346808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/8879485176624346808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/8879485176624346808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/ResNuRfecXI/AAAAAAAAADA/5217gW23TW0/s72-c/yy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-219633657188332756</id><published>2007-03-02T19:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:58:53.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/ReisHBfecUI/AAAAAAAAACY/3GCpU0vTkng/s1600-h/01140832.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037465419873415490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: 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href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/ReisHBfecUI/AAAAAAAAACY/3GCpU0vTkng/s72-c/01140832.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-4156913296949199526</id><published>2007-03-02T19:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:57:30.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na terra minha,&lt;br /&gt;Raia o sol&lt;br /&gt;No  mar brilha,&lt;br /&gt;A plena alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na terra em que aqui vivo&lt;br /&gt;A praia que transparece&lt;br /&gt;E diverte-se numa brisa&lt;br /&gt;Nas árvores destintas de puro ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caminhar, de um fim de tarde,&lt;br /&gt;Sol se pondo, barulho do sonar das ondas,&lt;br /&gt;Faz pensar sobre a cidade momentânea, passada e futura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um prévio olhar em torno dela,&lt;br /&gt;Composto de construções,&lt;br /&gt;Com bastante ilusões,&lt;br /&gt;Que faz sentir emoções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrangeiros vão e vem,&lt;br /&gt;Contudo sempre com boa conclusão&lt;br /&gt;De uma cidade cheia de atrações&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos vem e vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num molhe de reunião,&lt;br /&gt;É sempre uma grande realização&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-4156913296949199526?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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sendo expostas pelas circunstâncias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é encontrar e refletir sobre seus erros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é ser colega, fazer companhia a alguém, dizer o que deseja ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é ser amigo para todas as horas e dizer sempre a verdade quando for preciso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é analisar a situação alheia e poder aconselhar sobre esta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é vivenciar esta situação e saber o que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é demonstrar raiva e impaciência quando algo lhe deixar irritado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é expressar o seu amor a alguém que realmente te conhece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é viver sem ter que se preocupar com o amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é questionar e tentar melhorar suas atitudes impulsivas e às vezes impetuosas, a cada dia que passa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é mentir aos quatro ventos o que temos que camuflar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é saber que nos iludimos com o que achávamos ter visto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é brincar com um tolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é ter que ser sério...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é abraçar, apertar a mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é sentir a energia que é transmitida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é querer ser amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é amar completamente só...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é ouvir a música toca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é ouvir a sua consciência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é perguntar o que deseja saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é estar preparado para escutar esta resposta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é quere ser o que quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é ter certeza do que realmente és...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é chorar ou sorrir quando der vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é sorrir com vontade de chorar [ ou vice-versa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é ocupar o coraçãoi de alguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é ocupar um lugar na caderneta telefônica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é ocupar o coração de alguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é ferir quem nos ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é tentar curar esta ferida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é ditar regras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é segui-las...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é sonhar todas as noites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é lutar por um sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é exibir sua vitória a todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é assumir a sua derrota com dignidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é admirar uma lua cheia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil  é enxergar sua outra face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é viver o presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é se desvencilhar do passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é saber que está rodeado por pessoas queridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é saber que está se sentindo no meio delas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é tropeçar em uma pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é levantar de uma queda, toda machucada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é desfrutar a vida a cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é dar o verdadeiro valor a ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fácil é rezar todas as noites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Difícil é encontrar Deus nas pequenas coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-5755967895667982702?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-4477838733000840280</id><published>2007-01-26T11:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T11:06:37.448-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RboKRNS8eEI/AAAAAAAAABo/BzVDMXnlXjk/s1600-h/kiss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024339625028384834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RboKRNS8eEI/AAAAAAAAABo/BzVDMXnlXjk/s400/kiss1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;     VER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;... A vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;... As pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;... As formas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;...É um detalhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;...MAS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;VIVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;De bem com a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amando as pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;De todas as formas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É um detalhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Que faz toda a diferença!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-4477838733000840280?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4477838733000840280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=4477838733000840280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/4477838733000840280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/4477838733000840280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/ver_26.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RboKRNS8eEI/AAAAAAAAABo/BzVDMXnlXjk/s72-c/kiss1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-6520981797361015781</id><published>2007-01-25T16:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T16:40:40.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RbkHsdS8d_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/O5_awiHvz50/s1600-h/media.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024055319668226034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RbkHsdS8d_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/O5_awiHvz50/s400/media.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LEMBRE-SE O TEMPO NÃO ESPERA POR NINGUÉM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ONTEM É HISTÓRIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;O AMANHÃ É UM MISTÉRIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;O HOJE É UMA DADIVA POR ISSO É CHAMADO DE PRESENTE !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-6520981797361015781?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6520981797361015781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=6520981797361015781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/6520981797361015781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/6520981797361015781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/lembre-se-o-tempo-no-espera-por-ningum.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RbkHsdS8d_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/O5_awiHvz50/s72-c/media.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-500589045921837354</id><published>2007-01-25T16:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T16:32:14.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RbkFsdS8d-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vtdkhi-ADFc/s1600-h/fundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024053120644970466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RbkFsdS8d-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vtdkhi-ADFc/s400/fundo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FELIZ AQUELE QUE TRANSFERE O QUE SABE E APRENDE O QUE ENSINA (CORA CORALINA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMEÇAR, JÁ É METADE DE TODA AÇÃO (PROVERBIO GREGO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HÁ TRÊS COISAS QUE NÃO VOLTAM ATRÁS:&lt;br /&gt;A FLECHA LANÇADA&lt;br /&gt;A PALAVRA PRONUNCIADA E&lt;br /&gt;A OPORTUNIDADE PERDIDA (PROVERBIO CHINÊS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O RIO ATINGE SEUS OBJETIVOS PORQUE APRENDEU A CONTRONAR OBSTÁCULOS (LAO TSE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO CORRIGIR NOSSAS FALTAS É O MESMO QUE COMETER NOVOS ERROS (CONFUCÍO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PERSISTÊNCIA É O CAMINHO DO ÊXITO (CHAPLIN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM CAMINHO DE MIL QUILOMETROS COMEÇA COM O PRIMEIRO PASSO (LAO TSE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ÚNICO LUGAR ONDE O SUCESSO VEM ANTES DO TRABALHO É O DICIONÁRIO (ALBERT EINSTEIN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOCÊ NÃO PODE MUDAR O PASSADO... MAS PODE MUDAR O AMANHÃ COM OS ATOS DE HOJE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMA VISÃO SEM AÇÃO É SOMENTE UM SONHO&lt;br /&gt;UMA AÇÃO SEM VISÃO É APENAS UM PASSATEMPO&lt;br /&gt;UMA VISÃO SEM AÇÃO PODE TRANSFORMAR O MUNDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MELHOR FORMA DE PERVER O FUTURO É CRIÁ-LO (PETER DRUCKER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUDO COMEÇA ATRAVÉS DO SONHO DE ALGUÉM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE O HOMEM NÃO SABE QUE PORTO SE DIRIGE, NENHUM VENTO LHE SERÁ FAVORÁVEL (SÊNECA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-500589045921837354?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/500589045921837354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=500589045921837354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/500589045921837354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/500589045921837354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/feliz-aquele-que-transfere-o-que-sabe-e.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RbkFsdS8d-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vtdkhi-ADFc/s72-c/fundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-8627272362879918408</id><published>2007-01-25T16:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T16:29:01.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RbkE8tS8d9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qYAiolRw_eA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024052300306216914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RbkE8tS8d9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qYAiolRw_eA/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-8627272362879918408?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8627272362879918408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=8627272362879918408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/8627272362879918408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/8627272362879918408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/RbkE8tS8d9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qYAiolRw_eA/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-4128245504545891483</id><published>2007-01-25T16:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T16:26:12.375-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;“AS MAIS LINDAS PALAVRAS DE AMOR, SÃO DITAS NO SILÊNCIO DE UM OLHAR” (LEONARDO DA VINCI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ NÃO HÁ NADA COMO O SONHO PARA CIRAR O FUTURO” (VICTOR HUGO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“SE PODEMOS SONHAR , TAMBÉM PODEMOS TORNAR NOSSOS SONHOS REALIDADE” (WALT DISNEY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A FELICIDADE NÃO ESTÁ EM VIVER, MAS EM SABER VIVER. NÃO SE VIVE MAIS VIVE MAIS O QUE MELHOR VIVER” (MAHATMA GANDHI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ A DIFERENÇA ENTRE O POSSÍVEL E O IMPOSSÍVEL ESTÁ NA VONTADE HUMANA” (LOUIS PASTEUR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OS SENTIMENTOS VERDADEIROS SE MANIFESTAM MAIS POR ATOS QUE PALAVRAS”( SHAKESPEARE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“AMAR É ADMIRAR COM O CORAÇÃO. ADMIRAR É AMAR COM O PENSAMENTO” (THEOPHILE GAUTIER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ AS VEZES É PRECISO PARA E OLHAR PARA LONGE , PARA PODERMOS ENXERGAR O QUE ESTÁ ADIANTE DE NOS”(JOHN KENNEDY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ PARA CONQUISTAR ALGO NA VIDA NÃO BASTA TER TALENTO, NÃO BASTA TER FORÇA, É PRECISO TAMBÉM VIVER UM GRANDE AMOR “ (WOLFGANG MOZART)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“SABER VER É SENTIR O QUE OLHA “(MONTAIGNE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ NINGUÉM É TÃO GRANDE QUE NÃO POSSA APRENDER , NEM TÃO PEQUENO&lt;br /&gt;QUE NÃO POSSA ENSINAR” (VOLTAIRE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ UMA GERAÇÃO CONSTRÓI UMA ESTRADA POR ONDE A OUTRA TRAFEGA” (ELEANOR ROSEVELT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-4128245504545891483?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4128245504545891483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=4128245504545891483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/4128245504545891483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/4128245504545891483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-mais-lindas-palavras-de-amor-so.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116934397680616972</id><published>2007-01-20T22:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:46:16.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/1600/827988/0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/320/822597/0505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Sorrir por nada é ficar triste sem motivos, sentir-se só no meio da multidão, é o ciúme sem sentido, a necessidade de um sorriso, o desejo de um carinho; é abraçar com certeza e beijar com vontade, é passear com a felicidade, é ser feliz de verdade..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116934397680616972?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116934397680616972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116934397680616972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116934397680616972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116934397680616972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorrir-por-nada-ficar-triste-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116925249942987628</id><published>2007-01-19T20:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:21:39.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/1600/514506/2121212121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/400/796382/2121212121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DE REPENTE UM PAZ INTERIOR LHE DEIXA UMA SENSAÇÃO DE LEVEZA IMPOSTA PELA MARAVILHOSA NATUREZA E A ELA DEIXA A VONTADE DE VOAR....&lt;br /&gt;A REFLEXÃO DE PENSAMENTOS E SONHOS FUTUROS...&lt;br /&gt;LHE FAZ QUERER ESTAR NO MEIO DE TUDO ...&lt;br /&gt;DENTRE A NATUREZA DE SENTIR O AR PURO...DE SENTIR O TOQUE DAS PLANTAS AO MEIO DE TANTO VERDE&lt;br /&gt;E A NOITE VEM CHEGANDO E OS PENSAMETOS SE ELEVAM CADA VEZ MAIS...&lt;br /&gt;AO SENTIR O DOCE OLHAR DAS E ESTRELAS E LUZ DA LUA NO MOMENTO PRESENTE&lt;br /&gt;O CALOR PREDOMINA E DE REPENTE UMA BRIZA LEVE, PASSA DEIXANDO GOSTOSO ENCANTO DE UM MOMENTO DE PRAZER...&lt;br /&gt;NOVAMENTE O DIA AMANHECE E A CAMINHADA LONGA CONTINUA...ENFRENTANDO CERTOS OBSTACULOS ...MAS SEMPRE CHEGANDO AO FIM , ONDE LA VE A PAISAGEM , NUM LAGO DE ENCANTOS, PASSAROS VOANDO, BARULHO DA CACHOEIRA, E O AR LIVRE LEVE E SOLTO DE UM LUGAR SEGURO&lt;br /&gt;NA PRESENÇA DE UM ESCRITO NO CEU ....&lt;br /&gt;NA CHEGADA DE UM CAVALO BRANCO...&lt;br /&gt;QUE TE ELEVA AO ALTO...TE FAZ FLUTUAR EM PENSAMENTOS E DESEJOS MAIS PROFUNDOS NUNCA REVELADOS QUE EXPOE-SE PROFUNDAMENTE&lt;br /&gt;CHEGANDO NA CONCLUSÃO DE :&lt;br /&gt;... SER FELIZ ETERNAMENTE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116925249942987628?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116925249942987628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116925249942987628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116925249942987628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116925249942987628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/de-repente-um-paz-interior-lhe-deixa.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116898668788558287</id><published>2007-01-16T19:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:36:29.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/1600/484522/FLORESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/320/928204/FLORESS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/1600/167102/Flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/1600/957098/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A VIDA SE NÃO VIVIDA CORRETAMENTE PODE CAUSAR GRANDES DANOS A ALMA...&lt;br /&gt;A INTELIGENCIA AFETADA A TRISTEZA ENFRAQUECE&lt;br /&gt;E NADA MAIS TEM CORES, NADA MAIS TEM SEU BRILHO ..A VIDA TRASNFORMADA NA PLENA ESCURIDAO...NUM FUNDO DO INFINITO ETERNAMENTE ..&lt;br /&gt;VIVER CADA MOMENTO INTENSAMENTE COMO SE FOSSE O ÚNICO MESMO QUE TERÁS MAIS DO MESMO...&lt;br /&gt;CADA MOMENTO FELIZ É COMO UMA LAGRIMA ESCORRE RAPIDAMENTE PELO ROSTO E NÃO VOLTA NUNCA MAIS...&lt;br /&gt;QUE COMO UMA CRIANÇA QUE ACABARA DE NASCER CHORA....DE ALEGRIA...&lt;br /&gt;COMO UM FILME RETRATADO NUM SONHO QUE ACABA-SE INFINITAMENTE..NUM MEMSO SONHO...NUNCA VOLTA A REALIDADE&lt;br /&gt;O SOM PROVENIENTE DA ONDAS DO MAR ELEVA-TE AO MAIS ALTO EXTREMO AR PURO..&lt;br /&gt;FAZENDO REFLERTIR SOBRE O PRESENTE..PASSADO E PLANOS..O FUTURO&lt;br /&gt;PLANOS QUE AO FIGIREM DE DETERMINADAS SITUAÇÕES TORNAM-SE REALIDADE EM MENOS TEMPO ESPERADO...DIAS QUE SEMPRE FORAM ESPERADOS E NUNCA EXISTIDOS E OUTROS NUNCA ESPERADOS E SURPREEDINDOS&lt;br /&gt;AS ESTRELAS AO BRILHAR DO CAIR DO LUAR ALEGRAM-SE NUM MARAVILHOSO MUNDO ONDE PEQUENAS E SUPERFLUAS COISAS SÃO MAGNIFICAS DESDE O NASCER SO SOL AO MESMO SE POR...&lt;br /&gt;DESDE O NASCIMENTO DE UMA FLOR SEMEADA PELO GRANDE AMOR ATE O ODIO ELEVADO POR SERES NÃO CORRESPONDIDO E VIVIDOS NÃO CORRETAMENTE&lt;br /&gt;EXPOSTOS SENTIMENTOS SEJA QUAIS FOREM ELES...&lt;br /&gt;LEMBRE-SE SEMPRE&lt;br /&gt;UMA VIDA FELIZ É AQUELA REALIZADA COM AMOR, CARINHO COMPREENÇÃO NEM SEMPRE COM COISA SOFISTICADAS E REQUINTADAS..MAS COM SIMPLES GESTOS E PALAVRAS VALIOSAS ..SIGA A VIDA COMO ELA TE PROPORCIONA E SE POR ACASO TIVERES TRISTE ...MOMENTOS DIFEIS POR MAIS RUINS QUE SEJAM PASSAM E NOVAMENTE A VIDA SEGUE RECOMEÇANDO COM MUITAS FELICIDADES CONSEQUENTEMENTE E MAIS UMA VEZ O SOL RAIANDO NO SEU JARDIM COBERTO COM O MANTO DE ROSAS MARAVILHOSAS, PERFEITAS, ALEGRES..REPRESENTADAS PELA LIVRE E PERFEIÇÃO SENTIMENTAL DE UM SER HUMANO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116898668788558287?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116898668788558287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116898668788558287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116898668788558287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116898668788558287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/vida-se-no-vivida-corretamente-pode.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116898594015025977</id><published>2007-01-16T19:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:19:00.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/1600/934896/0001palavras-messbrasil.gif12546987569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/320/699614/0001palavras-messbrasil.gif12546987569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Acredite em si mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Viva os momentos como se fossem únicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saboreie os segundos como se fosse perdê-los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Desfrute o sol que brilha inigualável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Busque seus sonhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Você pode estar aonde não idealizou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tudo é mutante e mutável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Corra atrás da estrela cadente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alcance o lua no infinito céu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Abrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beije&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Apaixone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Queira ir além do possível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tanja o universo maior, ultrapasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Apalpe as nuvens no esplendor do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Derrame sorrisos no espaço laço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Desperte desta noite insone e nebulosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Açambarque os atalhos e encruzilhadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Transforme em estrada reta, curvas sinuosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Faça brilhar a luz no final do túnel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Acredita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Siga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sorria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Viva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Grite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Busque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Conquiste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Queira o total indivisível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Seja comunhão universal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Veja a arte praticada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Persiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A felicidade é construída.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116898594015025977?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116898594015025977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116898594015025977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116898594015025977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116898594015025977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/acredite-em-si-mesmoviva-os-momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116898502412469599</id><published>2007-01-16T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:03:44.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/1600/882113/5398096-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/320/33655/5398096-md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A VIDA É...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é uma oportunidade, aproveita-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é beleza, admira-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é beatificação, saboreia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é sonho, torna-o realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é um desafio, enfrenta-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é um dever, cumpre-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é um jogo, joga-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é preciosa, cuida-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é riqueza, conserva-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é amor, ama-aA vida é um mistério, desvela-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é promessa, cumpre-a.A vida é tristeza, supera-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é um hino, canta-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é um combate, aceita-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é tragédia, domina-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é aventura, afronta-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é felicidade, merece-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida é a VIDA, defende-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116898502412469599?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116898502412469599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116898502412469599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116898502412469599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116898502412469599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/vida.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116895978560921269</id><published>2007-01-16T12:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T12:03:05.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/1600/949422/5398032-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/320/150128/5398032-md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116895978560921269?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116895978560921269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116895978560921269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116895978560921269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116895978560921269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_116895978560921269.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116895770493472153</id><published>2007-01-16T10:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T11:28:25.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"A vida é mais simples do que a gente pensa; basta aceitar o impossível, dispensar o indispensável e suportar o intolerável." (Kathleen Norris)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Não confunda jamais conhecimento com sabedoria. Um o ajuda a ganhar a vida; o outro a construir uma vida." (Sandra Carey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Estar cheio de vida é respirar profundamente, mover-se livremente e sentir com intensidade." (Alexander Lowen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Ciência é conhecimento organizado. Sabedoria é vida organizada." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116895770493472153?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116895770493472153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116895770493472153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116895770493472153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116895770493472153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/vida-mais-simples-do-que-gente-pensa.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116890018897812477</id><published>2007-01-15T19:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T19:29:48.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/1600/673113/BXK205495_SINES%2520EM%2520PORTUGAL2800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/320/276584/BXK205495_SINES%2520EM%2520PORTUGAL2800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116890018897812477?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116890018897812477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116890018897812477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116890018897812477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116890018897812477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116882304261978649</id><published>2007-01-14T20:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T19:20:11.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Aprendi que, por pior que seja um problema ou uma situação, sempre existe uma saída.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que, é bobagem fugir das dificuldades mais cedo ou mais tarde, será preciso tirar as pedras do caminho para conseguir avançar.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que,perdemos tempo nos preocupando com fatos que muitas vezes só existem na nossa mente.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que, é necessário um dia de chuva para darmos valor ao Sol, mas se ficarmos expostos muito tempo, o Sol queima.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que, herois não são aqueles que realizaram obras notáveis, mas o que fizeram foi o que crescerão e assumiram as consequências do seus atos&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que, não importa em quantos pedaços meu coração esta partido, o mundo não pára para que eu o conserte&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que, amar significa transferir aos outros a responsabilidade de me fazer feliz. Cabe a mim a tarefa de apostar nos meus talentos e realizar os meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que, o que faz a diferença não é o que tenho na vida, mas quem eu tenho . E que boa família são os amigos que escolhi.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que, as pessoas mais queridas podem as vezes me ferir. E talvez não me amem tanto quanto eu gostaria, o que nao significa que não me amem muito, talvez seja o máximo que conseguem. Isso é o mais importante&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que, toda mudança inicia um ciclo de construção, se você não esquecer de deixar a porta aberta.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que, o tempo é muito precisoso e não volta atrás. Por isso não vale a pena resgatar o passado&lt;br /&gt;O que vale é construir o futuro&lt;br /&gt;O meu futuro onde esta por vir&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que aprendi que devenos descruzar os braços e vencer o medo de partir em busca dos nosso sonhos..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116882304261978649?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116882304261978649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116882304261978649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116882304261978649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116882304261978649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/aprendi-que-por-pior-que-seja-um.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116874227613059859</id><published>2007-01-13T23:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:37:56.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/1600/460556/4043391-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/400/472610/4043391-md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116874227613059859?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116874227613059859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116874227613059859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116874227613059859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116874227613059859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_116874227613059859.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116874219909954249</id><published>2007-01-13T23:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:36:39.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cada  dia em nossas vidas nos ensina lições que muitas vezes nem percebemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Desde o primeiro piscar de olhos, desde cada momento em que a fome bate, desde cada palavra que falamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Passamos por inúmeras situações, na maioria delas somos protegidos, até que um dia a gente cresce e começamos a enfrentar o mundo sozinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Escolher a profissão, ingressar na faculdade, conseguir um emprego...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Essas são tarefas que nem todos suportam com um sorriso no rosto ou nem todos fazem por vontade própria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cada um têm suas condições de vida e cada qual será recompensado pelo esforço, que não é em vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Às vezes acontecem coisas que a gente nem acredita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Às vezes da tduo certo, tudo errado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Você pensa que escolheu a profissão errada, que você não consegue sair do lugar, às vezes você passe a vida inteira tentando descobrir quem são seus inimigos, as vezes se sente que o mundo virou as costas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Parece que você caiu e não consegue se levantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Estás a ponto de perder o ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Talvez você descubra que quem dizia ser seu amigo, nunca foi seu amigo e nunca chegue a conclusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas nem tudo ode dar errado ao mesmo tempo, desde que você não queira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E aí, você pode mudar a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Se tiver vontade de jogar tudo para o alto, pense bem nas consequências, mas pense no bem que isso poderá proporcionar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não procure a pessoa certa por que no momento certo aparecerá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Você  não pode procurar um amigo de verdade ou um amor como procura roupas de marca no shopping e nem mesmo encontra as qualidades que deseja como encontra bas cores e tecidos ou nas capas de livros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Olhe menos para as vitrines, mas tente conhecer de perto o que está sendo exibido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu poderia estar falando de moda, de surf, de tecnologia ou cultura, mas hoje, escolhi falar sobre a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Encontre um sentido para a sua vida, desde que você saiba guiá - la com sabedoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não deixe tudo nas mãos do destino, você nem sabe se o destino realmente existe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Faça acontecer e não espere que alguém resolva os seus problemas, nem fuja deles. Encare - os de frente. Aceite ajuda apenas de quem quer seu bem, pois embora não possam resolver os seus problemas, quem quer seu bem te dará toda a força necessária para que você possa suportare... Confie! Entenda que a vida é bela, mas nem tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas você deve estar bem consigo mesmo para que possa estar bem com a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Costumam dizer por aí que quem espera sempre alcança, mas percebi que quem alcança corre atrás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não importa a idade, nem tamanho do seu sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A vida está em suas próprias mãos é só você saber o que fazer com ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116874219909954249?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116874219909954249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116874219909954249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116874219909954249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116874219909954249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/cada-dia-em-nossas-vidas-nos-ensina.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116874072105328556</id><published>2007-01-13T23:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:12:01.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/1600/670721/5444356-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/400/557694/5444356-md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116874072105328556?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116874072105328556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116874072105328556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116874072105328556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116874072105328556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_116874072105328556.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116874056552079855</id><published>2007-01-13T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:09:25.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Não deixe que a saudade sufoque, que a rotina acomode, que o medo impeça de tentar. Desconfie do destino e acredite em você . Gaste mais tempo realizando que sonhando, fazendo do que planejando, vivendo do que esperando, por que, embora quem quase esteja vivo, quem quase vive já morreu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116874056552079855?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116874056552079855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116874056552079855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116874056552079855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116874056552079855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-deixe-que-saudade-sufoque-que.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116874035955584714</id><published>2007-01-13T23:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:05:59.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/1600/315812/5438524-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/400/983683/5438524-md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116874035955584714?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116874035955584714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116874035955584714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116874035955584714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116874035955584714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_116874035955584714.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116874002656590976</id><published>2007-01-13T22:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:00:58.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ter verdadeiro sucesso na vida é rir muito e muitas vezes, ganhar o respeito de pessoas inteligentes, ganhar o reconhecimento de pessoas qualificadas, apreciar a beleza, procurar o melhor nos demais, deixar o mundo um pouco melhor do que encontraste - como uma pessoa feliz,um jardim bonito, saber que graças a ti alguem viveu melhor"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116874002656590976?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116874002656590976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116874002656590976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116874002656590976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116874002656590976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/ter-verdadeiro-sucesso-na-vida-rir.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! 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nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116873771252251573</id><published>2007-01-13T22:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:25:25.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"A mente humana , uma vez ampliada, por uma nova idéia nunca mais volta ao seu tamanho original" ( Oliver Wendell Holmes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Alcança o sucesso aquele que vive bem, ri com frequência e ama muito"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Aprender é a única coisa de que a mente nunca se cansa, nunca tem medo e nunca se arrepende" (Leonardo da Vinci)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Desperte a curiosidade das pessoas. Abrir as mentes é suficiente, não as sobrecarregue. Coloque somente uma fagulha" (A. France)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Não se pode ensinar tudo a alguém, pode-se ajudar a encontrar por si mesmo"(Galileu Galilei)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"A teoria sempre acaba, mais cedo ou mais tarde, assassinada pela experiência" (Albert Einstein)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Experiência não é o que acontece com um homem, é o que um homem faz com o que lhe acontece" (Aldous Huxley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Se seuys sonhos estiverem nas nuvens, não se preocupe, pois eles estão no lugar certo, agora construa seus aliceres"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Tudo o que decidires fazer, realiza-o imediatamente. Não deixes para a tarde o que puderes realizar pela manhã"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Conserve os olhos fixos num ideal sublime e lute sempre pelo o que desejares, pois só os fracos desistem e só quem luta é digno da vida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Não desanimes... Frequentemente é a última chave do molho que abre a fechadura"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"De tropeços, vitórias e quedas se constrói a experiência"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acredite nas suas realizações e faça tudo com entusiasmo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"As grandes coisas são feitas por pessoas que tem grandes idéias e saem pelo mundo para fazer com que seus sonhos se tornem realidades" (Ernest Holmes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"O sucesso da vida significa unicamente de insistência e ação" (Emerson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Não está a felicidade em viver muito, mas em viver bem" (Pa. Vieria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Competência, planejamento, determinações, espírito de equipe e amor são as qualidades essenciais para ser dono do futuro" (Roberto Schinyashick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"É preciso saber aceitar limites para ir longe" (Barte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Viva cada momento intensamente , cada minuto vivdo é o tempo necessário para ser inesquecível"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"No amor, ocorre o paradoxo de dois seres se tornaremum, mas continuarem a ser dois" (Erich Fromm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Na vida todos temos um segredo inconfessável, um arrependimento irreversível, um sonho inalcançavel e um amor inesquecível" (Diego Marchi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Entre o passado, onde estão nossa recordações e o futuro, onde estão nossas esperanças, fica o presente, onde está o nosso dever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116873771252251573?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116873771252251573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116873771252251573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116873771252251573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116873771252251573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/mente-humana-uma-vez-ampliada-por-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583723.post-116873637345326872</id><published>2007-01-13T21:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T20:40:17.282-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rj-41VRzKwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uxVVqqX8G5I/s1600-h/PHI.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061967732572105474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rj-41VRzKwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uxVVqqX8G5I/s400/PHI.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/1600/690968/BXK1155_imgp0241800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1182/4292/320/232841/BXK1155_imgp0241800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filosofia (do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Língua grega" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%ADngua_grega"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;grego&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Φιλοσοφία: philia - amor, amizade + sophia - sabedoria) modernamente é uma disciplina, ou uma área de estudos, que envolve a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Investigação" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Investiga%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;investigação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, análise, discussão, formação e reflexão de &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Idéia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Id%C3%A9ia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;idéias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (ou visões de mundo) em uma situação geral, abstrata ou fundamental. Originou-se da inquietação gerada pela curiosidade humana em compreender e questionar os valores e as interpretações comumente aceitas sobre a sua própria realidade. As interpretações comumente aceitas pelo homem constituem inicialmente o embasamento de todo o conhecimento. Estas interpretações foram adquiridas, enriquecidas e repassadas de geração em geração. Ocorreram inicialmente através da observação dos fenômenos naturais e sofreram influência das relações humanas estabelecidas até a formação da sociedade, isto em conformidade com os padrões de comportamentos éticos ou morais tidos como aceitáveis em determinada época por uma determinado grupo ou determinada relação humana. A partir da Filosofia surge a Ciência, pois o Homem reorganiza as inquietações que assolam o campo das idéias e utiliza-se de experimentos para interagir com a sua própria realidade. Assim a partir da inquietação, o homem através de instrumentos e procedimentos equaciona o campo das hipóteses e exercita a razão. São organizados os padrões de pensamentos que formulam as diversas teorias agregadas ao conhecimento humano. Contudo o conhecimento científico por sua própria natureza torna-se suscetível às descobertas de novas ferramentas ou instrumentos que aprimoraram o campo da sua observação e manipulação, o que em última análise, implica tanto na ampliação, quanto no questionamento de tais conhecimentos. Neste contexto a filosofia surge como "a mãe de todas as ciências". Didaticamente, a Filosofia divide-se em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lógica" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%B3gica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lógica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;: trata da preservação da &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Verdade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Verdade"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; e dos modos de se evitar a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Inferência" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Infer%C3%AAncia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inferência&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; e &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Raciocínio" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Racioc%C3%ADnio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;raciocínio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; inválidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Metafísica" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metaf%C3%ADsica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metafísica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; ou &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ontologia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ontologia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ontologia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;: trata da &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Realidade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Realidade"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;realidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ser" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ser"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; e do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Nada" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nada"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Epistemologia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epistemologia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Epistemologia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; ou &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Teoria do conhecimento" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teoria_do_conhecimento"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teoria do conhecimento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;: trata da &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Crença" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cren%C3%A7a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;crença&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, da &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Justificação" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Justifica%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;justificação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; e do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Conhecimento" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conhecimento"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;conhecimento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ética" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89tica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ética&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;: trata do certo e do errado, do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bem" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; e do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mal" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Filosofia da Arte" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filosofia_da_Arte"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filosofia da Arte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; ou &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Estética" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Est%C3%A9tica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estética&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;: trata do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Beleza" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beleza"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;belo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filosofia"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filosofia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38583723-116873637345326872?l=philosophylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116873637345326872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38583723&amp;postID=116873637345326872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116873637345326872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38583723/posts/default/116873637345326872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/filosofia-do-grego-philia-amor-amizade.html' title=''/><author><name>UP! nº 38891</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904774494822203006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AXaMGc3Y3pc/Rj-41VRzKwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uxVVqqX8G5I/s72-c/PHI.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
