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class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;e comoter um amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;permitindoque ele chegue, aconteça e estando atento e sem medo para as oportunidades quea vida dá e a gente por vezes deixa passar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: normal; 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style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;e lá se vai 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;vai com Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;leva contigo as lágrimas que porventura eu tenha chorado, astristezas que tenha sentido, as dores, os dissabores. leva não porque as querolonge, mas porque não mais preciso delas para crescer. elas já cumpriram a suamissão e eu já as compreendi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;deixa por aqui as boas lembranças que se juntarão as de2010, 2009, 2008...e a todas as outras desde que vim ao mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;deixa por aqui tudo aquilo que precisa ser perpetuado, comoos grandes amigos, os amores que se transformaram em amizade e doçura e asgrandes conquistas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;deixa por aqui tudo o que 2012 precisa saber de você, 2011,antes de chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;obrigada, você foi um bom ano e jamais será esquecido, evocê sabe bem o porquê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;e lá vem 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;vem, vem que espero ansiosa todas as novidades que virão comvocê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;espero com força as batalhas, com doçura as conquistas, comalegria as boas surpresas e sobretudo&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;com fé, tudo o mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;e antes que você chegue de vez, te peço pela minha família eamigos. seja bom com eles e assim serei completamente feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;vem, vem com saúde, vem com ânimo, vem com vitalidade, vemcom tudo, porque com tudo te aguardo e já te celebro porque tenho fé que nadespedida terei saudade de tudo de bom que você deixará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;sim, já te agradeço antecipadamente 2012, porque sei queserei ainda mais feliz em ti do que fui em 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-546367618601199126?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/546367618601199126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=546367618601199126&amp;isPopup=true' 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mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;um menino nasceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e porque ele nasceu, celebramos seu aniversário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e porque é aniversário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;tem festa e tem presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e porque tem festa e tem presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;é tanta coisa pra organizar que acabamos esquecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e porque esquecemos, a real razão da festa perde o sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e porque o sentido se perde muitas vezes nos perdemostambém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e para nos acharmos vamos lembrar que no simbólico dia 25celebramos o aniversário de Jesus, homem, santo,&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;filho, profeta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;religioso ou não, crente ou ateu, não se pode negar aimportância e a pertinência do que foi dito:&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;“amai-vos uns aos outros”; &lt;i&gt;“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;nãojulgueis, pois, para não serdes julgados”, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;“daí de graça o que de graça recebestes”; &lt;i&gt;“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;não saiba a tua esquerda o que faz a tua direita”...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; line-height: 115%;"&gt;um bom natal para todos, não sópelas celebrações e confraternizações, mas pelo encontro de cada um consigomesmo na busca pela evolução constante como humanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; line-height: 115%;"&gt;amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1663554701323551099-6988704845028156809?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6988704845028156809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=6988704845028156809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6988704845028156809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6988704845028156809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2011/12/mensagem-de-natal.html' title='MENSAGEM DE NATAL'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-3662536239100685349</id><published>2011-10-04T14:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T14:33:02.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SÃO FRANCISCO DE ASSIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;SENHOR FAZEI-MEINSTRUMENTO DE VOSSA PAZ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que minha presença tragaleveza e inspiração às pessoas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ONDE HOUVER ÓDIO, QUE EULEVE O AMOR,&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que eu transborde em amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ONDE HOUVER OFENSA, QUEEU LEVE O PERDÃO,&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que eu aprenda e ensine apedir desculpas e a desculpar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ONDE HOUVER DISCÓRDIA,QUE EU LEVE A UNIÃO,&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que eu seja capaz dedissipar rancores, promover amizades e interação&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ONDE HOUVER DÚVIDA, QUEEU LEVE A FÉ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que ao falar, eu fale emTeu nome&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ONDE HOUVER ERRO, QUE EULEVE A VERDADE,&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que eu possa dissiparnuvens para deixar os raios do sol passarem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ONDE HOUVER DESESPERO,QUE EU LEVE A ESPERANÇA,&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que eu seja portadora de boasnotícias e de força de vontade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ONDE HOUVER TRISTEZA, QUEEU LEVE A ALEGRIA,&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que meu sorriso seja ocomeço do sorriso de muitos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ONDE HOUVER TREVAS, QUEEU LEVE A LUZ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que os meus olhos Te vejam em tudo e queatravés deles, outros possam Te ver&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ó MESTRE, FAZEI QUE EUPROCURE MAIS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;que eu procure maisexercitar a minha Fé do que a minha pressa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;CONSOLAR QUE SERCONSOLADO;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que eu possa ser um bom ombroamigo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;COMPREENDER QUE SERCOMPREENDIDO,&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que eu possa percebermelhor cada pessoa&lt;br /&gt;AMAR, QUE SER AMADO.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que amando eu me permitaser amada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;POIS É DANDO QUE SERECEBE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;é vendo o outro que vemosa nós mesmos&lt;br /&gt;É PERDOANDO QUE SE ÉPERDOADO&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;é aceitando que nosfazemos ser aceitos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-left: 5.25pt; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E É MORRENDO QUE SE NASCEPARA A VIDA ETERNA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-right: 5.25pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/1663554701323551099-3662536239100685349?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3662536239100685349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=3662536239100685349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3662536239100685349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3662536239100685349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2011/10/sao-francisco-de-assis.html' title='SÃO FRANCISCO DE ASSIS'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-9022327914955253617</id><published>2011-07-27T14:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T14:43:02.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PRESSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...e o tempo é uma febre..." (skank)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tempo não se engole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;se engolir engasga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tempo é para ser saboreado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tenho fome de tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tempo que tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que não tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;temo o tempo que não passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;o que não espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;preciso engolir paciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;pra não engasgar com o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-9022327914955253617?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/9022327914955253617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=9022327914955253617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/9022327914955253617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/9022327914955253617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2011/07/pressa.html' title='PRESSA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-1802303416044877886</id><published>2011-07-25T11:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T11:43:14.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TORRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"dos cegos do castelo me despeço e vou a pé até encontrar, um caminho, o lugar..."(nando reis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;masmorra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;no alto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;dentro e fora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;sufoco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;grito em silêncio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;alguém ouve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-1802303416044877886?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1802303416044877886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=1802303416044877886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1802303416044877886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1802303416044877886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2011/07/torre.html' title='TORRE'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-1587631413341318321</id><published>2011-07-19T10:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:25:50.077-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ENCONTROS E DISTÂNCIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"o lugar que ocupamos é menos importante do que aquele para o qual nos dirigimos" ( leon tolstoi)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;era perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;encontro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;era vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;nos encontramos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;era encontro, aproveitamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;era...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;será?&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/1663554701323551099-1587631413341318321?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1587631413341318321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=1587631413341318321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1587631413341318321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1587631413341318321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2011/07/encontros-e-distancias.html' title='ENCONTROS E DISTÂNCIAS'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-5169287382044631059</id><published>2011-07-14T15:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T15:17:00.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>APRENDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"cantar e cantar, a beleza de ser um eterno aprendiz..." (gonzaguinha)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aprendi que só aprende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;quem se prende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;à liberdade de aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;pela escolha de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ser livre para aprender&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/1663554701323551099-5169287382044631059?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5169287382044631059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=5169287382044631059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5169287382044631059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5169287382044631059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2011/07/aprender.html' title='APRENDER'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-6782654678856939812</id><published>2011-07-10T21:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:33:09.631-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MUDANÇAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"says everbody is changing..." (keane)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;dá vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;mudar dá vontade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;vontade de mudar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;de lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;de ideia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;de vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-6782654678856939812?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6782654678856939812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=6782654678856939812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6782654678856939812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6782654678856939812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2011/07/mudancas.html' title='MUDANÇAS'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-7183689363317360927</id><published>2011-06-17T13:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T13:32:47.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIOS E TROVÕES</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"corre em minhas veias tempestade"(marcus viana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;um clarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;um estrondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;seguem juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;um ilumina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;o outro faz barulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;acontecem ao mesmo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;mas a gente não percebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;primeiro o clarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;depois o estrondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;chove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;faz sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;raios e trovões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;fica assim o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;diante das paixões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-7183689363317360927?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-4978412080869448432</id><published>2011-04-18T23:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:42:23.195-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"chove chuva, chove sem parar" (biquini cavadão)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A chuva toca a janela, parece querer entrar, molhar as paredes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Parece querer lavar a casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;limpar minha alma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A chuva toca a janela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Toca minha pele,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;me molha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E quem me olha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Através do espelho d´água... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-4978412080869448432?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-5796353850722491703</id><published>2011-02-28T10:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T10:21:25.577-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PETISCANDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“devemos vivenciar o amor ao invés de vivenciarmos o medo de amar.” (elena florissi)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;uma das coisas que acontece quando a gente amadurece é por a razão na frente dos bois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;começamos a racionalizar ferozmente o que era simplesmente para se sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;analisamos tanto e tanta vezes e tantas pessoas que acabamos por não viver com elas o que elas tinham pra nos oferecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;ok, cuidado faz bem. cuidado com a gente, cuidado com os outros...mas cuidado, pra de tão cuidadosos não nos tornamos medrosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;e medo paralisa, petrifica, impossibilita a gente de viver, vivenciar, experimentar, arriscar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;e como diz o ditado, quem não arrisca não petisca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;vamos petiscar a vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;medo a gente deve ter de não tentar, de não amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-5796353850722491703?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5796353850722491703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=5796353850722491703&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5796353850722491703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5796353850722491703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2011/02/petiscando.html' title='PETISCANDO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-8546676830530612628</id><published>2010-12-26T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T10:39:18.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FIM DE ANO COMEÇO DE PROMESSAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;e a cada ano que termina novas promessas são feitas para o ano que começa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;cumpri-las acaba sendo o menos importante, o que vale mesmo é fazê-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;porque fazer promessas pro ano novo é exercitar a esperança de mudarmos aquilo que não gostamos ou de tentar realizar aquilo que gostamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;ou simplesmente fazer diferente, tentar coisas novas, arriscar-se na aventura que é viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que venha o novo ano, que venham todas as possibilidades, que se cumpram (ou não) todas as promessas mas&amp;nbsp;sobretudo que no final de 2011 cada um possa dizer: valeu a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“porque tudo vale à pena quando a alma não é pequena"&lt;/strong&gt; (fernando pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-8546676830530612628?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8546676830530612628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=8546676830530612628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8546676830530612628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8546676830530612628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/12/fim-de-ano-comeco-de-promessas.html' title='FIM DE ANO COMEÇO DE PROMESSAS'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-4959367023058058085</id><published>2010-12-23T09:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:20:48.881-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MENSAGEM DE NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;a gente monta árvore, acende pisca, prepara o peru e compra presentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;a gente faz festa, sobremesa, unha e cabelo. compra roupa nova, faz faxina e tender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;a gente faz um monte de coisa no “automático”, na correria e pressa das nossas vidas agitadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;seria bacana poder parar só um pouquinho pra lembrar que: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Natal é a comemoração do nascimento do cristo. um homem que veio ao mundo pregar o amor, o perdão, a compreensão, a união...que a gente possa lembrar disso e busque praticar, mesmo sendo tão difícil em tempos de egoísmo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que a gente lembre que a paz se pratica em uma reunião de condomínio, no trânsito, dentro de casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que a solidariedade se pratica no trabalho, na escola, na esquina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que o perdão se pratica na frente do espelho. nos perdoar é o primeiro passo para perdoar os outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que os pequenos gestos, os mais simples, , os que não são notícias nos jornais, como dar um “bom dia” no elevador , são muitas vezes os mais importantes e o que realmente fazem diferença na vida das pessoas e que podem de verdade, mudar o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que a gente lembre que o Natal pode acontecer todos os dias, basta a gente querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-4959367023058058085?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4959367023058058085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=4959367023058058085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/4959367023058058085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/4959367023058058085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/12/mensagem-de-natal.html' title='MENSAGEM DE NATAL'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-8959010716507999201</id><published>2010-12-19T23:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T23:28:00.792-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"e&amp;nbsp;tudo o que pedirdes com fé na oração o recebereis." (mateus, 21:22 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Senhor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;agradeço-te pela crença que tenho em Ti porque é através dela que venho pedir-te com a certeza que serei atendida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;força para o combate;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;luz para o caminho;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;sabedoria para as escolhas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;tranquilidade para a turbulência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;e que assim seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-8959010716507999201?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8959010716507999201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=8959010716507999201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8959010716507999201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8959010716507999201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/12/oracao.html' title='ORAÇÃO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-5639813038451705001</id><published>2010-11-18T15:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:28:40.888-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ODE AO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"prefiro estar perturbado por um amor ao invés de seguro, calmo e salvo fora dele. amor resolvido ou não, pouco importa. que eu perca a cabeça, o saldo, a casa, os gostos." (fabrício carpinejar)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;uma ode ao amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;ao que vai nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;ao que vive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;ao que não vai resistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;e até mesmo ao que já morreu ou está em vias de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;uma ode a coragem dos amantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;os que serão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;os que são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;os que já deixaram de ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;uma ode a quem acredita no amor, tenha ele a forma que for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;frio na barriga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;sonho à noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;suspiro no canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;olho no olho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;ou leitura de carta antiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que se perca tudo menos o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-5639813038451705001?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5639813038451705001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=5639813038451705001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5639813038451705001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5639813038451705001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/11/ode-ao-amor.html' title='ODE AO AMOR'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-1026582790324450415</id><published>2010-11-15T15:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:32:29.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SALVAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;“onde houver desespero, que eu leve a esperança; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;onde houver tristeza, que eu leve a alegria; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;onde houver trevas, que eu leve a luz.” ( são francisco de assis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;como a gente salva quem ama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;porque só amar não salva;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;só querer não salva;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;como faz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;a gente morre um pedaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;quando alguém que é pedaço da gente, desiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;a gente vive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;quando alguém que é a vida da gente, insiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como a gente salva quem ama?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-1026582790324450415?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1026582790324450415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=1026582790324450415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1026582790324450415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1026582790324450415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/11/salvacao.html' title='SALVAÇÃO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-8315257960810319153</id><published>2010-11-11T15:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:03:32.114-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSANDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"a única verdade é que vivo. sinceramente, eu vivo.&lt;br /&gt;quem sou? bem, isso já é demais...." (Clarice Lispector)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ando pensando&lt;br /&gt;durmo pensando&lt;br /&gt;acordo pensando&lt;br /&gt;penso andando e parada&lt;br /&gt;e ando cansada&lt;br /&gt;talvez pense demais&lt;br /&gt;e pensando tomo o tempo do fazer&lt;br /&gt;mas pra fazer é preciso pensar&lt;br /&gt;ou não?&lt;br /&gt;faz e pensa depois&lt;br /&gt;ou nem pensa.&lt;br /&gt;nem faz?&lt;br /&gt;ando pensando&lt;br /&gt;e fazendo também...penso eu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-8315257960810319153?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8315257960810319153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=8315257960810319153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8315257960810319153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8315257960810319153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/11/pensando.html' title='PENSANDO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-6949601341831868995</id><published>2010-11-09T09:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:52:12.345-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTIMENTO VIVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“gastei uma hora pensando um verso&lt;br /&gt;que a pena não quer escrever.&lt;br /&gt;no entanto ele está cá dentro&lt;br /&gt;inquieto, vivo.&lt;br /&gt;ele está cá dentro&lt;br /&gt;e não quer sair.&lt;br /&gt;mas a poesia deste momento&lt;br /&gt;inunda minha vida inteira”. (drummond)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e neste momento sou toda sentimento&lt;br /&gt;sentimento vivo, pulsante, quase latejante&lt;br /&gt;do tipo que por mais que tente&lt;br /&gt;não consigo descrever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-6949601341831868995?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6949601341831868995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=6949601341831868995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6949601341831868995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6949601341831868995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/11/sentimento-vivo.html' title='SENTIMENTO VIVO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-8760827103486683011</id><published>2010-11-08T15:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:25:40.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“no turvo mar da vida,&lt;br /&gt;"onde aos parcéis do crime a alma naufraga,&lt;br /&gt;a derradeira bússola nos seja,&lt;br /&gt;senhor, tua palavra.”&lt;br /&gt;(machado de assis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ao amigo que se foi,&lt;br /&gt;um lamento e uma oração,&lt;br /&gt;que sua alma encontre a paz&lt;br /&gt;que aqui havia perdido,&lt;br /&gt;que leve consigo a luz&lt;br /&gt;no caminho desconhecido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-8760827103486683011?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8760827103486683011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=8760827103486683011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8760827103486683011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8760827103486683011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/11/oracao.html' title='ORAÇÃO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-1272824473191393721</id><published>2010-11-02T15:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:26:24.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PERDEU-SE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ela não sabe o meu rumo,eu não lhe pergunto o seu: não posso perder mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;se o que houve já se perdeu." (cecília meireles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e cada um foi para um lado.&lt;br /&gt;se haverá um novo encontro, não se sabe.&lt;br /&gt;fica a cargo do destino,&lt;br /&gt;ou da vontade de ambos,&lt;br /&gt;se ela surgir novamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-1272824473191393721?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1272824473191393721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=1272824473191393721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1272824473191393721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1272824473191393721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/11/perdeu-se.html' title='PERDEU-SE'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-648048808693060714</id><published>2010-10-25T23:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:57:46.849-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUALQUER LUGAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"algum dia em qualquer parte, em qualquer lugar indefectivelmente te encontrarás a ti mesmo" (pablo neruda)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eis que aqui estou&lt;br /&gt;feito chuva em dia de sol&lt;br /&gt;biquíni no inverno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meio assim&lt;br /&gt;nada a ver&lt;br /&gt;sem muito o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pensando e lembrando&lt;br /&gt;meio martírio&lt;br /&gt;meio recordação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eis que aqui estou&lt;br /&gt;e você? Por onde estará?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-648048808693060714?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/648048808693060714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=648048808693060714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/648048808693060714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/648048808693060714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/10/qualquer-lugar.html' title='QUALQUER LUGAR'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-3968681938502131577</id><published>2010-10-24T12:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T12:22:44.648-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RECORDAR É VIVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"tenho razão de sentir saudade..." (drummond)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;às vezes a gente se apega às lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;uma foto, um presente, um e-mail...&lt;br /&gt;qualquer coisa que nos faça voltar no tempo&lt;br /&gt;e sentir de novo aquilo que já não nos é mais permitido sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engraçado como a gente sente tudo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;o frio na barriga, o rosto ruborizar...&lt;br /&gt;vem tudo de novo acrescido de saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reviver é viver na saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-3968681938502131577?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3968681938502131577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=3968681938502131577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3968681938502131577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3968681938502131577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/10/recordar-e-viver.html' title='RECORDAR É VIVER'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-6644393844659811924</id><published>2010-10-17T14:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T14:23:58.527-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; “e agora, josé?  a festa acabou,  a luz apagou,  o povo sumiu,  a noite esfriou,  e agora, josé?” (drummond)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cansei do quase.&lt;br /&gt;quase deu certo.&lt;br /&gt;quase vingou,&lt;br /&gt;quase foi pra frente,&lt;br /&gt;quase rolou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cansei.&lt;br /&gt;cansei mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;e por conta disso&lt;br /&gt;eu quase desisti.&lt;br /&gt;quase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-6644393844659811924?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6644393844659811924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=6644393844659811924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6644393844659811924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6644393844659811924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/10/quase.html' title='QUASE'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-8349021196170517847</id><published>2010-10-08T12:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T12:39:05.689-03:00</updated><title type='text'>HOJE E AMANHÃ</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"mas de tudo isso me ficaram coisas tão boas... uma lembrança boa de você, uma vontade de cuidar melhor de mim, de ser melhor para mim e para os outros. de não morrer, de não sufocar, de continuar sentindo encantamento por alguma outra pessoa que o futuro trará, porque sempre traz, e então não repetir nenhum comportamento. ser novo." (caio fernando abreu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;e porque sempre traz, a tristeza de agora será a alegria de amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;e me despeço de você hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pra amanhã me apresentar de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;de um jeito novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;que a gente vai levar pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;porque alguns desencontros são só uma forma de um novo encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-8349021196170517847?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8349021196170517847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=8349021196170517847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8349021196170517847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8349021196170517847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/10/amanha.html' title='HOJE E AMANHÃ'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-1048361572897948269</id><published>2010-10-01T08:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T08:26:33.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O BICHO MORDEU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;amigo meu.&lt;br /&gt;que o bicho mordeu.&lt;br /&gt;o bicho sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;e não tirei pedaço.&lt;br /&gt;deixei foi o vírus da agonia&lt;br /&gt;um que que vive me impulsionando pra frente&lt;br /&gt;pras coisas novas, pros desafios.&lt;br /&gt;pronto.&lt;br /&gt;surtiu efeito.&lt;br /&gt;ta cheio de ideias.&lt;br /&gt;e contou elas pra quem?&lt;br /&gt;pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;e por isso não terá mais paz.&lt;br /&gt;por que?&lt;br /&gt;porque vou continuar mordendo&lt;br /&gt;até ele por todas elas em prática.&lt;br /&gt;viu, amigo meu?...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“você meu amigo de fé, irmão camarada” (roberto carlos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-1048361572897948269?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1048361572897948269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=1048361572897948269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1048361572897948269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1048361572897948269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-bicho-mordeu.html' title='O BICHO MORDEU'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-5833148326102237874</id><published>2010-09-28T15:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:49:48.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFLITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"o coração diz que ama&lt;br /&gt;a mente reclama: não sabe o que quer&lt;br /&gt;num dia te beijo a boca&lt;br /&gt;é minha mulher&lt;br /&gt;noutro te deixo louca por fazer o que não quer"&lt;br /&gt;(lenine)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conflito.&lt;br /&gt;o coração pede, a cabeça não obedece.&lt;br /&gt;a gente abre mão pra não sofrer adiante&lt;br /&gt;e acaba por sofrer neste instante&lt;br /&gt;conflito&lt;br /&gt;num dia te quero&lt;br /&gt;no outro desprezo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-5833148326102237874?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5833148326102237874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=5833148326102237874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5833148326102237874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5833148326102237874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/09/conflito.html' title='CONFLITO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-5352793047871022344</id><published>2010-09-24T14:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T14:58:39.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DESCONFUNDINDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"problema para mim é nada mais que uma solução ainda confusa, pedindo ajuda." (alfredo galamba)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então a gente ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;desconfunde essa solução&lt;br /&gt;e faz diferente&lt;br /&gt;da gente estranha que cruza os braços,&lt;br /&gt;brada aos céus a sua ira&lt;br /&gt;e não ouvindo a súplica da solução confusa&lt;br /&gt;se tranca no escuro e verte lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;ao invés de sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;descomplicar,&lt;br /&gt;e claro, solucionar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-5352793047871022344?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5352793047871022344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=5352793047871022344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5352793047871022344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5352793047871022344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/09/desconfundindo.html' title='DESCONFUNDINDO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-3421642601764440798</id><published>2010-09-23T15:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T15:35:33.612-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PRECE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“pai nosso que estais nos céus...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obrigada por atender um dos meus pedidos mais importantes.&lt;br /&gt;obrigada por ouvir meu sussurro&lt;br /&gt;já tarde da noite&lt;br /&gt;às vezes quase dormindo&lt;br /&gt;tomada pelo cansaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obriga pela felicidade que me toma agora&lt;br /&gt;e que, tenho fé, seguirá comigo agora e sempre&lt;br /&gt;obrigada por me deixar ainda mais perto da realização do meu outro pedido&lt;br /&gt;tão importante quanto este já atendido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obrigada por me dá quando acho que perdi&lt;br /&gt;e assim aumentar a minha fé&lt;br /&gt;e amadurecer o meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obrigada ainda mais pela benção que se derrama em quem recebeu as graças do meu pedido atendido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-3421642601764440798?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3421642601764440798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=3421642601764440798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3421642601764440798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3421642601764440798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/09/prece.html' title='PRECE'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-8974540611856455013</id><published>2010-09-22T11:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:53:55.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PRA PENSAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"salvação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estar a salvo&lt;br /&gt;não é se salvar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como um navegador&lt;br /&gt;que vai até onde dá&lt;br /&gt;você tem que ser livre&lt;br /&gt;para o que pintar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nenhuma pessoa é lugar de repouso&lt;br /&gt;juntos chegaremos lá"&lt;br /&gt;(nei duclós&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será?&lt;br /&gt;quem nunca procurou no outro um lugar pra sossegar que atire a primeira pedra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-8974540611856455013?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8974540611856455013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=8974540611856455013&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8974540611856455013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8974540611856455013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/09/pra-pensar.html' title='PRA PENSAR'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-3975784708378866143</id><published>2010-09-20T18:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:09:18.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ABRE A PORTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;eu sou feita de madeira, madeira, matéria morta, mas não há coisa no mundo, mais viva do que uma porta" (vinicius de moraes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;toc, toc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quem é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de onde vem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o que quer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ficar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pode entrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-3975784708378866143?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3975784708378866143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=3975784708378866143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3975784708378866143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3975784708378866143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/09/abre-porta.html' title='ABRE A PORTA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-5246206178490786589</id><published>2010-09-17T15:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T15:16:24.935-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PEDRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"no meio do caminho tinha uma pedra   |tinha uma pedra no meio do caminho   |tinha uma pedra  |no meio do caminho tinha uma pedra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" (drummond)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tinha ou tem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;todo mundo tem pedrinhas no seu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;duvido alguém que não as tenha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas a gente faz o que com elas? atira pra longe? chuta ou passa por cima?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;se atira pode bater em alguém. seria justo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;se chuta pode se machucar. vale o risco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;se passa por cima...a mantém no caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;como faz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-5246206178490786589?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5246206178490786589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=5246206178490786589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5246206178490786589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5246206178490786589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/09/pedra.html' title='PEDRA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-5514178962457164377</id><published>2010-09-13T20:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:39:30.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DORES?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"mas gosto de perceber que as dores são cada vez mais rapidamente superadas."&lt;br /&gt;(caio f. abreu in “cartas”)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que elas já não assustam tanto&lt;br /&gt;que já ensinam mais do que desesperam&lt;br /&gt;que já não criam barreiras&lt;br /&gt;que não me paralisam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que mostram o quanto amadureci, fortaleci e decidi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-5514178962457164377?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5514178962457164377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=5514178962457164377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5514178962457164377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5514178962457164377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/09/dores.html' title='DORES?!'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-405644345371729411</id><published>2010-09-12T21:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:57:47.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AGRADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eu queria ver no escuro do mundo   aonde está o que você quer  pra me transformar no que te agrada "(herbert viana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e iluminar seus dias com o brilho dos meus olhos ao ver um sorriso teu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-405644345371729411?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/405644345371729411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=405644345371729411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/405644345371729411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/405644345371729411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/09/agrado.html' title='AGRADO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-8706526148510460448</id><published>2010-09-12T21:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:55:08.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>POLLYANDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“em tudo há sempre alguma coisa capaz de deixar a gente alegre; a questão é descobri-la." (pollyanna)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e não é por aí que tem de ser?&lt;br /&gt;resolvi celebrar o infinito do fugaz, a eternidade do segundo e o pra sempre do agora;&lt;br /&gt;jogar o jogo do contente, viver cada dia igualmente diferente e dar bom dia pro descrente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-8706526148510460448?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8706526148510460448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=8706526148510460448&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8706526148510460448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8706526148510460448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/09/pollyando.html' title='POLLYANDO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-9074243978532419272</id><published>2010-09-02T16:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:05:59.249-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTO CECÍLIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ou se tem chuva e não se tem sol, ou se tem sol e não se tem chuva"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por medo da chuva quis o sol e agora o calor me mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quem sobe nos ares não fica no chão, quem fica no chão não sobe nos ares"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por medo daqueda quis o chão e agora choro por não voar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ou isto ou aquilo: ou isto ou aquilo . . .e vivo escolhendo o dia inteiro!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por medo do vazio escolhi o cheio, e agora sufoco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mas não consegui entender ainda qual é melhor: se é isto ou aquilo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;e assim vai ser até ter de escolher de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-9074243978532419272?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/9074243978532419272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=9074243978532419272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/9074243978532419272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/9074243978532419272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/09/momento-cecilia.html' title='MOMENTO CECÍLIA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-3871303635346273195</id><published>2010-09-01T14:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T14:35:30.821-03:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPRECISO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"navio ao mar  tormentas e tempestades   navegar é preciso   viver não é preciso"&lt;br /&gt;(fernando pessoa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então por que preciso?&lt;br /&gt;preciso precisar as coisas ao invés de somente me lançar ao mar?&lt;br /&gt;por que pensar se o melhor é se jogar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não me joguei, recuei, mas ainda assim tenho a sensação de ter me afogado.&lt;br /&gt;de ter perdido o que sequer cheguei a ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-3871303635346273195?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3871303635346273195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=3871303635346273195&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3871303635346273195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3871303635346273195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/09/impreciso.html' title='IMPRECISO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-8352635263222401742</id><published>2010-08-29T22:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:20:56.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CUSTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"mas eu sei quanto me custa manter esse gelo digno, essa indiferença gaia e não gritar: vem...!" (drummond)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque mais que gelo&lt;br /&gt;tenho fogo ardendo,&lt;br /&gt;chama de desejo&lt;br /&gt;grito sufocado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só eu sei quanto me custa&lt;br /&gt;não fazer do substantivo verbo,&lt;br /&gt;deixar a chama te chamar&lt;br /&gt;e o desejo realizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-8352635263222401742?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8352635263222401742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=8352635263222401742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8352635263222401742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8352635263222401742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/08/mas-eu-sei-quanto-me-custa-manter-esse.html' title='CUSTA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-3679702550795012530</id><published>2010-08-29T22:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:13:38.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DESEJO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"nosso desejo, de ainda não desejar, não se sabe desejo, e espera." (drummond)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desejo não desejar o desejo de desejar você.&lt;br /&gt;e acabo por desejar que esse desejo não seja atendido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-3679702550795012530?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3679702550795012530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=3679702550795012530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3679702550795012530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3679702550795012530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/08/desejo.html' title='DESEJO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-6631427708593017039</id><published>2010-08-10T18:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:00:27.225-03:00</updated><title type='text'>COREOGRAFIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(arte de compor bailados e de os transcrever )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ele não ligou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;estranho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e agora. ligo ou não ligo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;se eu ligar ele vai pensar que eu pensei que ele não ligou porque pensou que eu não pensei nele e se eu não pensei ele não deveria pensar em mim de volta então não tem porque me ligar mesmo que ele tenha pensado em mim e tenha tido vontade porque se ele ligar eu vou pensar que ele pensou em mim aí ele vai pensar que eu to me achando porque ele pensou em mim e aí ele acha melhor não ligar pra eu não pensar que ele pensou em mim e eu não ficar pensando que tô podendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;se eu não ligar ele vai pensar que eu não pensei nele e então ele pode ligar pra me fazer pensar nele, mas também pode não ligar porque se eu não pensei nele ele também não deve pensar em mim e aí eu vou ficar pensando porque ele não ligou e achar que foi porque ele não pensou em mim e se for por isso é melhor eu não ligar pra ele não pensar que eu pensei nele sem ele ter pensado em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;malabarismos, elocubrações...quanta coreografia pra nos convencer a não fazermos o que queremos para que os outros não pensem que o que queremos É o que queremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-6631427708593017039?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6631427708593017039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=6631427708593017039&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6631427708593017039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6631427708593017039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/08/coreografia.html' title='COREOGRAFIA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-5585414006767794164</id><published>2010-07-26T15:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:08:22.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU QUERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ amanhã virás, andarás comigo a colher flores pelos campos” ( alberto caeiro – fernando pessoa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu quero&lt;br /&gt;dormir feliz&lt;br /&gt;acordar sem medo&lt;br /&gt;de viver o dia&lt;br /&gt;enxergar com brilho&lt;br /&gt;até a mais fosca das coisas&lt;br /&gt;quero um jardim florido&lt;br /&gt;dançar na chuva&lt;br /&gt;dormir feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-5585414006767794164?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5585414006767794164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=5585414006767794164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5585414006767794164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5585414006767794164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-quero.html' title='EU QUERO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-6146056685705403433</id><published>2010-07-25T11:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:34:56.774-03:00</updated><title type='text'>COISAS DO BAÚ - VII PARTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;32 anos neste dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nova? velha? nem uma coisa nem outra, só no ponto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no ponto onde a vida, junto com as minhas atitudes, me trouxe. no ponto que pode ser um marco. no ponto de recomeçar, de começar, de terminar.simplesmente, no ponto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no ponto de ser mais modesta também, né? ah..mas hoje eu tenho licença poética-de-aniversário pra me achar um pouquinho, ok? me achar abençoada pela família que tenho, pelos amigos que conquistei e pelos quais fui extremamente conquistada; pelos amores que vivi, pelos sonhos que se realizaram e pelos muitos que ainda tenho. me achar sortuda pela profissão linda (e estressante!!!!) que escolhi e pela nova que começo agora (professora!!! ui!!!!) me achar (ou melhor, ter certeza) que sou feliz, com todos os erros e acertos, com todos os ônus e bônus, com o pôr-do-sol lindo que vejo da janela do trabalho (que vista, né, joão?!) e com tudo de bom que a vida tem a oferecer e eu vou ter pique pra ir buscar. parabéns pra mim….(amanhã volto a ser modesta, prometo!..rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;publicado em www.videverso.wordpress.com em 05 de fevereiro de 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-6146056685705403433?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6146056685705403433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=6146056685705403433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6146056685705403433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6146056685705403433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/07/coisas-do-bau-vii-parte.html' title='COISAS DO BAÚ - VII PARTE'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-8251210592663810622</id><published>2010-07-25T11:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:29:38.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AO INVÉS DE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"os poucos versos que aí vão, em lugar de outros é que os ponho" (manuel bandeira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era outra a história que porventura deveria contar&lt;br /&gt;ao invés disto, sequer virou história&lt;br /&gt;era outro o sentimento que porventura desejava sentir&lt;br /&gt;ao invés disto, sequer virou sentimento de fato&lt;br /&gt;era pra ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;ao invés disto, foi igual a tantas outras&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-8251210592663810622?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8251210592663810622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=8251210592663810622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8251210592663810622'/><link rel='self' 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pra ter mais espaço pras coisas novas.vou limpar bem direitinho e tirar toda a poeira porque tenho alergia ao pó. só vou deixar as melhores lembranças…talvez algumas ruins que serviram de lição. vou abrir as gavetas e doar as coisas antigas que já não cabem, nem no meu corpo nem na minha cabeça. vou doar pra vida e ela que faça bom proveito. vou abrir o cofre e, quem sabe, espalhar alguns segredos. já outros, vou manter bem seguros. não é tudo que se conta por aí. mas nessa arrumação toda, tenho certeza que algumas coisas permanecerão exatamente no mesmo lugar, sabe como é, em time que se está ganhando não se mexe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;publicado em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videverso.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.videverso.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; em 17 de janeiro de 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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PARTE'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-5485139134767087418</id><published>2010-06-01T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:23:38.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUEM SABE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cruze os dedos, feche os olhos e venha comigo, quem sabe o amor dirá que sim, que sempre esperava por nós aqui (dalto)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe?&lt;br /&gt;sabe quem tentar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;se arriscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;desejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-5485139134767087418?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5485139134767087418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=5485139134767087418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5485139134767087418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5485139134767087418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/06/quem-sabe.html' title='QUEM 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicado em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videverso.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.videverso.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; em 13 de dezembro de 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-4869609813637796814?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4869609813637796814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=4869609813637796814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“o maior solitário é o que tem medo de amar, o que tem medo de ferir e ferir-se” (vinícius de moraes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;igual roupa velha&lt;br /&gt;remendei meu coração&lt;br /&gt;cheio de talhos&lt;br /&gt;das farpas por onde passou&lt;br /&gt;carecia de cuidado&lt;br /&gt;cuidei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como não se sabe o que vem pela frente&lt;br /&gt;guardei linha, agulha e tecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-8156269152781508055?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8156269152781508055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=8156269152781508055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8156269152781508055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8156269152781508055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/05/remendo.html' title='REMENDO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-1341074363422138293</id><published>2010-05-20T23:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:18:30.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"todos estes que aí estão atravancando o meu caminho, eles passarão. eu passarinho!" (mario quintana)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uva passa&lt;br /&gt;tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;ferro passa&lt;br /&gt;ônibus passa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passadeira&lt;br /&gt;passarela&lt;br /&gt;passarinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passa.&lt;br /&gt;tudo passa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-1341074363422138293?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1341074363422138293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=1341074363422138293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1341074363422138293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1341074363422138293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/05/passa.html' title='PASSA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-639770496065870235</id><published>2010-05-20T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:01:09.614-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FAZENDO AS CONTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Porque eu fazia do amor um cálculo matemático errado: pensava que, somando as compreensões, eu amava. Não sabia que, somando as incompreensões é que se ama verdadeiramente.” (trecho do conto perdoando deus, clarice lispector)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será que eu, que nunca fui boa em contas,&lt;br /&gt;sou capaz de subtrair pra poder somar e depois dividir e assim poder multiplicar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-639770496065870235?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/639770496065870235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=639770496065870235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/639770496065870235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/639770496065870235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/05/fazendo-as-contas.html' title='FAZENDO AS CONTAS'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-4218928078630849068</id><published>2010-05-19T20:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:18:19.617-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DESITIR DE DESISTIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“então, e como sempre, era só depois de desistir das coisas desejadas que elas aconteciam” ( trecho do conto a procura de dignidade, clarice lispector)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se for assim desisto.&lt;br /&gt;desisto do desejo 1,&lt;br /&gt;do desejo 2,&lt;br /&gt;do desejo 3&lt;br /&gt;desisto de todos de uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não.&lt;br /&gt;insisto.&lt;br /&gt;prefiro continuar desejando&lt;br /&gt;do que viver sem desejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-4218928078630849068?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4218928078630849068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=4218928078630849068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/4218928078630849068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/4218928078630849068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/05/desitir-de-desistir.html' title='DESITIR DE DESISTIR'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-448923700715145386</id><published>2010-05-18T23:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:29:36.322-03:00</updated><title type='text'>COISAS DO BAÚ – IV PARTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;continuo seguindo. me guio pelas luzes, as de dentro e as de fora. controlo a velocidade. rapidez pode me fazer errar. lentidão pode fazer com que eu não chegue. ponho a mão na direção. direção do meu destino. destino dos outros que vejo pela janela. buzino. quero que a vida me escute. acelero. freio. dou partida. sigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicado em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videverso.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.videverso.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; em 27 de setembro de 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-448923700715145386?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/448923700715145386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=448923700715145386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/448923700715145386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/448923700715145386'/><link 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vontade de nada,&lt;br /&gt;e de tudo também.&lt;br /&gt;nada de vontade.&lt;br /&gt;também, tudo dá vontade!&lt;br /&gt;nada também faz passar a vontade...&lt;br /&gt;de não fazer nada,&lt;br /&gt;só ficar à vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-4052170300299239554?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4052170300299239554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=4052170300299239554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/4052170300299239554'/><link rel='self' 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criação)”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cumplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;não há invasão, mas parcerias&lt;br /&gt;não há metades, mas dois inteiros&lt;br /&gt;não há mentiras, mas verdades&lt;br /&gt;não há egoísmos, mas compartilhamento&lt;br /&gt;onde há cumplicidade há amor mais resistente e sorriso mais contente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-3608725707337245309?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3608725707337245309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=3608725707337245309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;passei a semana pensando em marca. era tema de aula, acabou me marcando. aí fiquei pensando nas coisas que marcam. uma palavra no meio do silêncio da solidão; um sorriso aberto pra um coração fechado; um olhar profundo (pra quem não sai do raso por medo do mergulho); a pegada na mão no escurinho do cinema; ser madrinha, a “primeira vez”, quantas vezes forem; a única vez, as várias vezes. muita coisa marca, mas pra marcar mesmo tem que ter verdade. verdade de um segundo, verdade de um momento, verdade de uma vida. a verdade, é que a marca de verdade marca, marca de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicado em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videverso.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.videverso.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; em 19 de setembro de 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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PARTE'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-5540797380670303596</id><published>2010-05-13T14:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T14:23:13.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>COISAS DO BAÚ - II PARTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;abre a porteira desse mundo que aí dentro se esconde. abre as asas e voa pela vida como um pássaro em liberdade. destranca a fechadura que te enclausura. abre os olhos pro céu azul, recebe a chuva ou encara o sol. vive, vive em comunhão, derruba muros, cercas e constrói um mundo melhor. abre a porteira…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;publicado em &lt;a href="http://www.videverso.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://www.videverso.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; em 16 de setembro de 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-5540797380670303596?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5540797380670303596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=5540797380670303596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;já foi. foi sem despedida, pois despedidas são tristes. foi de novo. de novo o mesmo sonho, a mesma vontade, mas não mais do mesmo jeito. pois uma vez que se volta, quando se vai, vai diferente. fracasso? não. falta de sorte talvez. injusta vida que separa a gente de quem a gente gosta. injusta saudade que ataca sem pedir licença que não cessa senão com a presença. e essa presença nem sempre se faz presente. já foi. mas um dia há de voltar, de novo, e pra ficar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;publicado no &lt;a href="http://www.videverso.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://www.videverso.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; em 11 de setembro de 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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PARTE'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-7866391367250515410</id><published>2010-04-25T19:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:28:32.169-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSAGEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“o primeiro amor passou. o segundo amor passou. o terceiro amor passou. mas o coração continua”. (carlos drummond de andrade)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e porque continua, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;continua a esperar por alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que mesmo sendo passageiro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não passe, fique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-7866391367250515410?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7866391367250515410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=7866391367250515410&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/7866391367250515410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/7866391367250515410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/04/passageiro.html' title='PASSAGEIRO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-5622561120575107427</id><published>2010-04-21T21:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:24:32.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA PALAVRA DE SILÊNCIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/S8-XFUDbH7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/DIqqZYFzjcc/s1600/vov%C3%B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462750990561910706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/S8-XFUDbH7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/DIqqZYFzjcc/s200/vov%C3%B4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“hoje não ouço mais as vozes daquele tempo (...) onde estão todos eles?- estão todos dormindo” (manuel bandeira)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;as palavras silenciam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/1663554701323551099-5622561120575107427?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5622561120575107427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=5622561120575107427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5622561120575107427'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-5975247729123181743</id><published>2010-04-14T19:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:53:17.294-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LÁGRIMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eu faço versos como quem chora" (manuel bandeira)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gente nasce, cresce, amadurece, parte...chora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não o vi nascer. ele veio antes de mim. muito antes.&lt;br /&gt;eu não vi ele crescer, já o conheci maduro.&lt;br /&gt;depois dele veio ela e só depois dela é que eu vim.&lt;br /&gt;sou filha dela, neta dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele está partindo.&lt;br /&gt;fui me despedir.&lt;br /&gt;lembramos histórias e momentos felizes...sorrimos&lt;br /&gt;não pude abraçá-lo. seus ossos doem ao menor toque.&lt;br /&gt;mas meu sorriso o abraçou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora sei que ele já não reconhece ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;talvez seja melhor assim: partir sem ver a tristeza no olhar dos que ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seja como for, vou chorar.&lt;br /&gt;saudade, tristeza.. sentimentos embrulhados em lágrimas e soluços.&lt;br /&gt;vou chorar por ela.&lt;br /&gt;sei da imensa tristeza que vai inundar sua alma, como uma enchente cruel que derruba tudo o que está à frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas uma coisa me acalenta a alma.&lt;br /&gt;alguém muito especial estará esperando por ele.&lt;br /&gt;alguém mimosa como uma flor.&lt;br /&gt;alguém que porque se uniu a ele permitiu que ela estivesse aqui e que assim, através dela, eu também pudesse vir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e porque eu vim ele teve paciência para tirar meus primeiros dentinhos...&lt;br /&gt;uma calma inebriante ante as repetidas vezes em que eu perguntava:&lt;br /&gt;“vai doer vovô?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vai. vai doer vovô. a sua ausência vai doer.&lt;br /&gt;mas lembrar que com o senhor “tá tudo beleza” vai ajudar a sarar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-5975247729123181743?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5975247729123181743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=5975247729123181743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5975247729123181743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5975247729123181743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/04/lagrima.html' title='LÁGRIMA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-6055846717246829040</id><published>2010-04-12T13:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:59:34.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA ESCREVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“tenho apenas duas mãos e o sentimento do mundo”&lt;br /&gt;(carlos drummond de andrade)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisaria eu então, de mais mãos para escrever o tanto quanto gostaria, o tanto quanto necessito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-6055846717246829040?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6055846717246829040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=6055846717246829040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6055846717246829040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6055846717246829040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2010/04/para-escrever.html' title='PARA ESCREVER'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-2158543898054625389</id><published>2009-12-23T21:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:53:30.227-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NATAL DE VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Mas se não é assim que você quer viver o esforço vai ser dobrado. Eu escolho o esforço dobrado e não abro mão de nenhum dia que Deus me dá.” (Larissa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhum de nós abra mão de sequer um segundo da vida preciosa que Deus nos dá;&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhum de nós feche os olhos por conta de lágrimas é através delas que a luz se refrata e se transforma em arco-íris;&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhum de nós abra mão dos sorrisos, eles abrem portas, janelas e desmancham tristezas;&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhum de nós seja incapaz de doar, tão pouco de receber;&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhum de nós se perca em futilidades e mesquinharias;&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhum de nós tenha medo, e se tiver, que ele não nos paralise;&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhum de nós guarde ódio, rancor ou mágoa no coração;&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhum de nós abra mão do perdão;&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhum de nós se deixe levar pela preguiça de fazer mais e melhor qualquer coisa;&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhum de nós se esqueça de amar uns aos outros e a nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Que todos nós aprendamos a espremer os limões da vida como Larissa.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Natal. Feliz 2010. Feliz cada um de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em tempo... Larissa é filha de uma amiga. Ela tem câncer e luta bravamente pela vida. Ela é a inspiração desta mensagem.&lt;br /&gt;Acessem: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://espremendoolimao.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://espremendoolimao.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; e conheçam mais sobre essa guerreira de apenas 22 anos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-2158543898054625389?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2158543898054625389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=2158543898054625389&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/2158543898054625389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/2158543898054625389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/12/natal-de-vida.html' title='NATAL DE VIDA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-6966996048084677031</id><published>2009-11-07T00:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:12:19.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"escrever é fácil: você começa com uma letra maiúscula e termina com um ponto final. no meio você coloca idéias." ( pablo neruda)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LETRA MAÍUSCULA - ideias - ponto final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pronto, escrevi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;e no meio disso tudo me descubro e descubro outrem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;organizo as ideias no meio, começo pelo fim e o fim será sempre um recomeço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;e assim eu começo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-6966996048084677031?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6966996048084677031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=6966996048084677031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6966996048084677031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6966996048084677031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/11/escrever-e-facil-voce-comeca-com-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-270737396883343925</id><published>2009-11-06T23:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:07:07.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BICHO DE ESTIMAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"se quiser falar ao coração dos homens, há que se contar uma história. dessas onde não faltem animais, ou deuses e muita fantasia..." ( la fontaine)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gosto de criar.&lt;br /&gt;já criei textos, anúncios.&lt;br /&gt;roteiros, poemas, crônicas.&lt;br /&gt;criei slogans, nomes (com grande dificuldade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;criei histórias.&lt;br /&gt;laços, amigos.&lt;br /&gt;criei coragem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de uns tempos pra cá crio um bicho de estimação.&lt;br /&gt;ele não late, não mia nem rosna.&lt;br /&gt;não solta pelo, não faz xixi no jornal nem come ração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não mora em gaiola, nem em aquário.&lt;br /&gt;mora em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-270737396883343925?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/270737396883343925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=270737396883343925&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/270737396883343925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/270737396883343925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/11/bicho-de-estimacao.html' title='BICHO DE ESTIMAÇÃO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-8444224946321914990</id><published>2009-09-22T15:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:10:29.478-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FINGIDA ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ o poeta é um fingidor.&lt;br /&gt;finge tão completamente&lt;br /&gt;que chega a fingir que é dor&lt;br /&gt;a dor que deveras sente”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fernando pessoa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e assim ninguém há de saber ao certo se o que escrevo é vida vivida, vida imaginada, vida fingida ou vida sonhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-8444224946321914990?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8444224946321914990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=8444224946321914990&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8444224946321914990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8444224946321914990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/09/fingida.html' title='FINGIDA ?'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-6241020734883896104</id><published>2009-09-12T12:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:31:19.062-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BETWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“the space between &lt;br /&gt;what's wrong and right &lt;br /&gt;is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you”&lt;/em&gt; (dave mathews band)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hiding.&lt;br /&gt;in doubt: wait or not wait.&lt;br /&gt;let it be&lt;br /&gt;and that´s another song&lt;br /&gt;maybe another story&lt;br /&gt;hiding and showing&lt;br /&gt;hiding real feelings&lt;br /&gt;showing what make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;between wrong and right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-6241020734883896104?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6241020734883896104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=6241020734883896104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6241020734883896104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6241020734883896104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/09/between.html' title='BETWEEN'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-6045671101227665368</id><published>2009-09-12T12:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:19:43.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“não pensem que estou aguardando a lua cheia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- esse sol da demência&lt;br /&gt;vaga e noctâmbula. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que mais quero, o de que preciso&lt;br /&gt;é de lua nova.”&lt;/em&gt; (manuel bandeira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ficar nova&lt;br /&gt;para viver o novo&lt;br /&gt;de sentir de novo&lt;br /&gt;o velho sentimento&lt;br /&gt;que se renova&lt;br /&gt;quando o ser sentido é novo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-6045671101227665368?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6045671101227665368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=6045671101227665368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6045671101227665368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6045671101227665368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/09/nova.html' title='NOVA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-4275360309018877815</id><published>2009-09-12T11:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:51:01.418-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUARTA-FEIRA DE CINZAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“óh quarta-feira ingrata, chega tão depressa, só pra contrariar” (luiz bandeira)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e chegou a quarta-feira de cinzas.&lt;br /&gt;cinzas de um carnaval colorido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e chegou a quarta-feira de cinzas&lt;br /&gt;e depois vem a quinta, a sexta...&lt;br /&gt;e todos os outros dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e chegou a quarta-feira de cinzas&lt;br /&gt;pra deixar claro que acabou,&lt;br /&gt;acabou o carnaval,&lt;br /&gt;a alegria, a fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas mesmo sendo quarta de cinzas,&lt;br /&gt;não serão cinzas as lembranças desse carnaval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-4275360309018877815?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4275360309018877815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=4275360309018877815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/4275360309018877815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/4275360309018877815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/09/quarta-feira-de-cinzas.html' title='QUARTA-FEIRA DE CINZAS'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-3750541042253041380</id><published>2009-09-09T15:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:37:53.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CANSADA DE GUERRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"era o mar infinito, ora verde, ora azul, verdeazul, ora claro, ora escuro, claroescuro, de anil e celeste, de óleo e de orvalho e como se não bastasse com o mar, januário gereba encomendara lua de ouro e prata, lanterna fincada no alto dos céus sobre os corpos embolados na ânsia do amor..." (trecho de tereza batista cansada de guerra - jorge amado)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tereza sofreu.&lt;br /&gt;lutou.&lt;br /&gt;amou.&lt;br /&gt;lutou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;prostituiu-se.&lt;br /&gt;foi salva.&lt;br /&gt;perdeu-se.&lt;br /&gt;lutou.&lt;br /&gt;encontrou-se.&lt;br /&gt;lutou.&lt;br /&gt;e finalmente quando estava cansada de guerra e ia entregar-se...&lt;br /&gt;lutou mais uma vez e seguiu seu marinheiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo cansada de guerra não deixo de lutar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-3750541042253041380?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3750541042253041380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=3750541042253041380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3750541042253041380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3750541042253041380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/09/cansada-de-guerra.html' title='CANSADA DE GUERRA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-9093294508303126987</id><published>2009-09-01T16:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:24:20.228-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DESOBEDIÊNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"seu coração disse pra sua cabeça, vá, e sua cabeça disse pra sua coragem, vou, e sua coragem respondeu, vou nada, mas sua boca não ouviu e beijou." (trecho do livro 'a máquina' de adriana falcão)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e assim aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;desobedecemos a ordem&lt;br /&gt;criamos o caos&lt;br /&gt;e não tem mais volta&lt;br /&gt;o beijo foi dado&lt;br /&gt;o sentimento selado&lt;br /&gt;sem culpas ou remorsos&lt;br /&gt;sem sonhos ou promessas&lt;br /&gt;a coragem do não falhou contra a vontade do sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-9093294508303126987?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/9093294508303126987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=9093294508303126987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/9093294508303126987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/9093294508303126987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/09/desobediencia.html' title='DESOBEDIÊNCIA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-4737451929086875659</id><published>2009-09-01T16:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:12:24.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“saudade é quando o momento tenta fugir da lembrança para acontecer de novo e não consegue”. (adriana falcão)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é assim minha saudade:&lt;br /&gt;uma vontade de fazer acontecer de novo,&lt;br /&gt;mas de novo não acontece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é assim minha saudade:&lt;br /&gt;cheia de lembranças que sinto como agora,&lt;br /&gt;mas agora já não existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é assim minha saudade:&lt;br /&gt;sem forças para fugir,&lt;br /&gt;porque de nada adianta fugir sem ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-4737451929086875659?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4737451929086875659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=4737451929086875659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/4737451929086875659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/4737451929086875659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/09/saudade.html' title='SAUDADE'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-3963110899758774456</id><published>2009-08-23T00:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:35:33.979-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BATE CORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“e quando a noite me entende e a mão que se estende é amiga da minha, mesmo que seja ilusão, bate mais em meu peito esse meu coração, coração.” (toquinho)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que seja passageiro, de curto prazo ou sem futuro.&lt;br /&gt;que seja ilusão, bobagem ou coisa de passagem.&lt;br /&gt;o que importa é que bata mais em meu peito esse meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-3963110899758774456?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3963110899758774456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=3963110899758774456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3963110899758774456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3963110899758774456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/08/bate-coracao.html' title='BATE CORAÇÃO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-1117025341271681791</id><published>2009-08-16T22:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:22:01.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CULTIVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“o que nos impede na maioria das vezes de ter o que queremos, de ser o que sonhamos, de fazer o que pensamos e aceitar com o coração, é a ousadia que não cultivamos." (clarice lispector)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje resolvi plantar:&lt;br /&gt;preparei o terreno;&lt;br /&gt;escolhi as sementes;&lt;br /&gt;reguei;&lt;br /&gt;olhei pro céu e pedi sol;&lt;br /&gt;em breve é tempo de colheita&lt;br /&gt;frutos de ousadia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-1117025341271681791?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1117025341271681791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=1117025341271681791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1117025341271681791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1117025341271681791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/08/cultivo.html' title='CULTIVO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-2865854548940305235</id><published>2009-08-16T12:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:00:25.914-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"não me pergunte quem sou e não me diga para permanecer o mesmo..." (michel foucault)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;soy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sueño y realidad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sentimiento y la razón. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;voluntad y el deseo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;miedo y valentía. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sí y no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;completa y imperfecta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as veces estoy ansiosa para conquistar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;otras, estoy tranqüila para pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;soy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-2865854548940305235?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2865854548940305235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=2865854548940305235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/2865854548940305235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/2865854548940305235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/08/soy.html' title='SOY'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-5694914369369203500</id><published>2009-08-09T21:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:38:12.618-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LUZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"se cada dia cai &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dentro de cada noite &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;há um poço &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;onde a claridade está presa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há que sentar-se na beira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do poço da sombra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e pescar luz caída &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;com paciência"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(pablo neruda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;paciência e a luz se faz presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-5694914369369203500?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-8698368140103464738</id><published>2009-08-09T21:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:34:45.797-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SEM REFERÊNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quero falar de mim&lt;br /&gt;sem ter de recorrer a alguém de antes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero falar de mim&lt;br /&gt;sem subterfúgios ou códigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quero falar de mim&lt;br /&gt;de forma pura e solitária&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero falar de mim&lt;br /&gt;sem comparações ou associações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero falar de mim&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas como falar de mim sem falar de ti?&lt;br /&gt;se hoje és tu quem me inspira a falar de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-8698368140103464738?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8698368140103464738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=8698368140103464738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8698368140103464738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8698368140103464738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/08/sem-referencia.html' title='SEM REFERÊNCIA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-1280445954126339484</id><published>2009-08-02T13:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:39:54.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A LINHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"meus olhos estarão sobre espelhos, pensando nos caminhos que existem dentro das coisas transparentes" (cecília meireles)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;há uma linha&lt;br /&gt;de um lado está você&lt;br /&gt;do outro o que você quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cruze a linha, você diz&lt;br /&gt;parece fácil, você acha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas o frio percorre seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;congela seus pés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o calor fixa-se em seu coração&lt;br /&gt;e ali lateja a vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sua cabeça condena&lt;br /&gt;não atravesse, diz ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e do outro lado&lt;br /&gt;o que você quer&lt;br /&gt;quer também cruzar a linha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas também não o faz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corações em chama&lt;br /&gt;cabeças em drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e uma linha&lt;br /&gt;só uma&lt;br /&gt;te impede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e você pede&lt;br /&gt;pede coragem&lt;br /&gt;pede perdão&lt;br /&gt;pede aos pés um passo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e passa a linha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-1280445954126339484?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1280445954126339484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=1280445954126339484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1280445954126339484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1280445954126339484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/08/linha.html' title='A LINHA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-4225758872865276758</id><published>2009-08-01T18:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:42:16.552-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VERGONHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“substantivo feminino e substantivo feminino plural, rubor das faces causado pelo pejo. timidez, acanhamento.” (dicionário on line)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taí uma coisa que todo mundo já sentiu ou causou: vergonha. e com certeza se envergonhou por isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas segundo uma pessoa bem especial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“é normal sim.&lt;br /&gt;é normal ter vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;é normal ter vergonha de tentar perder a vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;e é normal acabar perdendo a vergonha.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;então...que assim seja ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-4225758872865276758?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4225758872865276758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=4225758872865276758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/4225758872865276758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/4225758872865276758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/08/substantivo-feminino-e-substantivo.html' title='VERGONHA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-6593457709418763328</id><published>2009-07-31T23:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:05:20.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CARPE DIEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"mas se você escutar bem de perto, você pode ouvi-los sussurar o seu legado. Vá em frente, abaixe-se. escute, está ouvindo? - carpe - ouve? - carpe, carpe diem, colham o dia garotos, tornem extraordinárias as suas vidas." (sociedade dos poetas mortos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;é isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-6593457709418763328?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6593457709418763328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=6593457709418763328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6593457709418763328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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lispector)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sequer esperava que acontecesse,&lt;br /&gt;inesperadamente, aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;sequer imaginava que fosse gostar&lt;br /&gt;inesperadamente, gostei&lt;br /&gt;sequer pensei que desejaria&lt;br /&gt;inesperadamente...desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se corro perigo? sim e muito&lt;br /&gt;mas inesperadamente não temo&lt;br /&gt;e assim fico por aguardar&lt;br /&gt;que o inesperado aconteça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-3241971153440777025?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3241971153440777025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=3241971153440777025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3241971153440777025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3241971153440777025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/07/perigo.html' title='PERIGO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-4711745409791393985</id><published>2009-06-27T12:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:53:37.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PRESENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"mas tudo que acontece na vida tem um momento e um destino" (j. quest)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um dia recebi um presente.&lt;br /&gt;virei sua dona.&lt;br /&gt;faz tempo.&lt;br /&gt;esse presente não é mais meu.&lt;br /&gt;não de um jeito real.&lt;br /&gt;mas ainda o é.&lt;br /&gt;de um jeito especial, bem cuidado nas lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;e pensando bem, presentes são pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-4711745409791393985?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4711745409791393985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=4711745409791393985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/4711745409791393985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/4711745409791393985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/06/presente.html' title='PRESENTE'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-1301928294515239235</id><published>2009-06-21T17:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:55:29.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PARAÍSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"há uma estrada de pedra que passa na fazenda, é teu destino, é tua senda, onde nascem tuas as canções, as tempestades do tempo que marcam tua história, fogo que queima na memória e acende os corações" (jeito do mato – paula fernandes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que isso diz tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-1301928294515239235?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1301928294515239235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=1301928294515239235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1301928294515239235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1301928294515239235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/06/paraiso.html' title='PARAÍSO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-7205884287281223724</id><published>2009-02-05T12:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:39:43.928-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É HOJE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Qual seria a sua idade se você não soubesse quantos anos você tem?” (Confúcio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;34.&lt;br /&gt;o que há por trás desse número?&lt;br /&gt;histórias vividas.&lt;br /&gt;o que há à frente deste número?&lt;br /&gt;histórias a serem vividas.&lt;br /&gt;34.&lt;br /&gt;obrigada Deus por tudo o que vivi até aqui e por tudo que tenho para viver a partir daqui.&lt;br /&gt;obrigada pelos sonhos sonhados, pelos realizados, pelos que não se concretizaram.&lt;br /&gt;estes me fizeram sonhar outros sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;feliz.&lt;br /&gt;34.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-7205884287281223724?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7205884287281223724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=7205884287281223724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/7205884287281223724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/7205884287281223724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-hoje.html' title='É HOJE'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-8002226592207576186</id><published>2009-01-27T12:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:40:02.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“a lógica do vento o caos do pensamento a paz na solidão a órbita do tempo a pausa do retrato a voz da intuição a curva do universo a fórmula do acaso o alcance da promessa  o salto do desejo o agora e o infinito  só o que me interessa” (lenine)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a lógica do vento, que sopra minhas idéias;&lt;br /&gt;o caos do pensamento, que embaralha minhas escolhas;&lt;br /&gt;a paz na solidão, onde olho pra mim mesma;&lt;br /&gt;a órbita do tempo, por onde giram minhas dúvidas;&lt;br /&gt;a pausa do retrato, onde se misturam passado, presente e futuro;&lt;br /&gt;a voz da intuição, que fala baixinho me obrigando a estar atenta;&lt;br /&gt;a curva do universo, onde não posso derrapar;&lt;br /&gt;a fórmula do acaso, que se soma as minhas ações;&lt;br /&gt;o alcance da promessa: vou conseguir;&lt;br /&gt;o salto do desejo, que insisto em sentir e realizar;&lt;br /&gt;o agora e o infinito, de onde saio e para onde vou;&lt;br /&gt;só o que me interessa: paciência, discernimento, luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será só tpm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-8002226592207576186?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8002226592207576186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=8002226592207576186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8002226592207576186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8002226592207576186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/tpm.html' title='TPM'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-1412407231240711145</id><published>2009-01-15T15:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:53:33.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PESSOAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de repente, não mais que de repente...Fez-se do amigo próximo o distante (vinicius de moraes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;era uma vez uma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;uma pessoa que eu achava que era assim.&lt;br /&gt;mas na verdade era assado.&lt;br /&gt;até hoje não sei se eu que vi errado&lt;br /&gt;ou se ela se apresentou diferente do que era.&lt;br /&gt;a verdade é que descobri a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;e ela não era o que eu pensava.&lt;br /&gt;nem tão pouco o que eu queria.&lt;br /&gt;e não era uma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;eram amigos.&lt;br /&gt;ou pelo menos eu achei que eram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-1412407231240711145?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1412407231240711145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=1412407231240711145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1412407231240711145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1412407231240711145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/pessoas.html' title='PESSOAS'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-1055809692222608888</id><published>2008-12-17T10:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:27:56.499-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PEDIDO DE NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era mais de meia-noite. Deu sede e levantei pra beber água. Calor da gota e muriçocas mutantes me atacavam sem parar.&lt;br /&gt;Tomei um susto. Parado, em frente à geladeira, estava o “bom velhinho”. Pensei estar tendo alucinações devido ao calor em excesso, mas me dei conta que não, era o próprio que tava ali, na cozinha da minha casa.&lt;br /&gt;- Olá – disse eu meio desconfiada e pensando no susto que ele devia ter tido quando meu viu. (meu cabelo acorda de pé!)&lt;br /&gt;- Olá nadeja!&lt;br /&gt;Nadeja?!..ouxe só meus amigos mais íntimos me chamavam assim...que veinho mais afoito!&lt;br /&gt;- Como até agora não chegou nenhuma cartinha nem e-mail seu com pedido de Natal eu resolvi vir pessoalmente pra saber o que aconteceu. Só porque cresceu, quer dizer, ficou mais velha, deixou de acreditar em mim, foi? Foi?&lt;br /&gt;Ele parecia meio zangado com a possibilidade de ter sido esquecido por mim. Tratei logo de me explicar, que eu não ia querer confusão logo com Papai Noel, né?&lt;br /&gt;- Nããããoooo...de forma nenhuma! Continuo acreditando, é claro. É que fiquei meio sem jeito de pedir presente este ano.&lt;br /&gt;- E por que? Posso saber mocinha.&lt;br /&gt;Sei não, mas se eu não soubesse que Papai Noel vinha do Pólo Norte eu diria que ele era paraibano, vixe que ele tava brabo demais. Eu diria até arretado, com a moléstia.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu não pedi nada porque esse ano eu ganhei tanta coisa boa que achei por bem não pedir nada no Natal.&lt;br /&gt;- E foi? Me dê exemplos.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah tanta coisa...o senhor acabaria se atrasando se eu falasse tudo, mas ó...o transplante do meu tio foi um sucesso, meus pais e irmãos tão com saúde, meu avô tá bem, tô trabalhando que só, fazendo o que gosto...viajei, fui pra festas, exercitei meu coração(hihihihi), a academia tá fazendo efeito, arrumei emprego novo...ahhhh...e tô com tantos planos pra 2009, cheia de gás...&lt;br /&gt;- É você tá quase me convencendo que não precisa pedir presente...continue&lt;br /&gt;- hum...então...é...ai...agora o senhor me pegou!  É tanta coisa que dá não pra dizer tudo o que ganhei.&lt;br /&gt;- Não me convenceu. Hehehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Sem chances, Papai Noel era insistente...me dei por vencida.&lt;br /&gt;- Tá, então eu vou pedir, beleza?&lt;br /&gt;- Beleza, pede aí doida!&lt;br /&gt;Eita gota que Papai Noel parecia um publicitário falando a linguagem do consumidor pra ser mais persuasivo...&lt;br /&gt;Fechei os olhos, me concentrei e fiz os meus pedidos de Natal. Quando abri os olhos, Papai Noel não estava mais lá. Mas a cozinha ficou com um cheiro gostoso e tinha um brilho diferente. Se eu não soubesse que Papai Noel tinha uma Mamãe Noel, diria que ele tava cheio de glitter quando foi na minha casa...hehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Terminei de beber água, voltei pra cama e fui dormir de novo. Sonhei com Papai Noel dizendo que estava providenciando os meus pedidos.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu pedi?&lt;br /&gt;Ah...fechem os olhos e imaginem.&lt;br /&gt;Basta dizer que lembrei de cada um de vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Natal&lt;br /&gt;Ho, ho Ho.&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/1663554701323551099-1055809692222608888?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1055809692222608888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=1055809692222608888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1055809692222608888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/1055809692222608888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2008/12/pedido-de-natal.html' title='PEDIDO DE NATAL'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-3246153906616182039</id><published>2008-12-17T09:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:58:33.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVO ANO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“eu amo tudo o que foi,tudo o que já não é,&lt;br /&gt;a dor que já me não dói,a antiga e errônea fé,&lt;br /&gt;o ontem que dor deixou,o que deixou alegria&lt;br /&gt;só porque foi, e voou e hoje é já outro dia."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fernando pessoa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e outro ano está por vir,&lt;br /&gt;renovando a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;trazendo novos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;novas alegrias e experiências.&lt;br /&gt;e não nos esqueçamos do natal&lt;br /&gt;onde brota a solidariedade e a compaixão.&lt;br /&gt;que este novo ano faça essa árvore crescer&lt;br /&gt;que não morra a semente do amor ao próximo&lt;br /&gt;quando o natal passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-3246153906616182039?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3246153906616182039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=3246153906616182039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3246153906616182039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3246153906616182039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2008/12/novo-ano.html' title='NOVO ANO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-702320228562906511</id><published>2008-11-07T16:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:10:12.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VALOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"o valor das coisas não está no tempo em que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis." (fernando pessoa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por isso não esqueço, não explico e não comparo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-702320228562906511?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/702320228562906511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=702320228562906511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/702320228562906511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/702320228562906511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/valor.html' title='VALOR'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-2700973238941968514</id><published>2008-10-15T16:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:45:19.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DE VÉSPERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“não acabe com aquilo que ainda pode acontecer”...(adriana grani)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivemos pregando o discurso do otimismo e dando vivas ao pensamento positivo, mas na hora em que mais devemos por em prática, damos passos pra trás.&lt;br /&gt;por que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mania  de auto-proteção: melhor pensar negativo que se der positivo saímos no lucro.&lt;br /&gt;parece uma idéia estúpida pregada por quem tem medo de arriscar e falta de vontade de&lt;br /&gt;petiscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok. se cuidar é preciso, ninguém precisa mergulhar em uma piscina vazia, mas também não precisa ficar na areia com medo das ondas.&lt;br /&gt;não vamos deixar que o cuidado excessivo nos impeça de sonhar e acreditar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;afinal, a gente nunca sabe o que nos reserva o futuro, mas uma coisa é certa, ele só acontece depois de se viver o presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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VÉSPERA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-980048326671879022</id><published>2008-10-09T12:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:07:52.768-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A POESIA DA SEMENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no centro da terra ela jazia.&lt;br /&gt;sem a luz do sol, tudo era escuro e sem vida.&lt;br /&gt;alimentava-se de sonhos, esses sobrevivem até nos lugares mais inóspitos.&lt;br /&gt;tinha esperança de que um dia germinaria.&lt;br /&gt;sairia do estado de semente. seria planta, flor, vida.&lt;br /&gt;faria a fotossíntese, respiraria o próprio ar e o gerado pela vida lá fora.&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe, daria frutos e seu perfume poderia ser sentido pelos mais sensíveis e até mesmo&lt;br /&gt;pelos brutos.&lt;br /&gt;sonhos. traziam brilho pro escuro onde vivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;um dia a terra tremeu.&lt;br /&gt;o que poderia ser uma catástrofe foi a salvação.&lt;br /&gt;a terra se abriu, a luz do sol entrou e a magia aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;aos poucos, a semente do escuro se tornou a flor do dia.&lt;br /&gt;e todos os dias a flor saúda o sol, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sente a terra e distribui pólen para que outras sementes sejam flores, plantas, vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-980048326671879022?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-3274953136298691631</id><published>2008-10-07T16:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:15:34.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE NOME SE DÁ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“fiz uma canção  pra declarar minha saudade  do tempo em que a alegria dominou meu coração” (maria rita)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;àquilo que vem de repente, carregada de lembranças;&lt;br /&gt;àquilo que te deixa com ar de quem tá longe dali;&lt;br /&gt;àquilo que causa suspiros espaçados;&lt;br /&gt;àquilo que te faz querer voltar no tempo;&lt;br /&gt;àquilo que te faz querer  estar onde você não está;&lt;br /&gt;àquilo...que só quem arrisca sabe o que é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-3274953136298691631?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3274953136298691631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=3274953136298691631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3274953136298691631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/3274953136298691631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/que-nome-se-d.html' title='QUE NOME SE DÁ'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-8324310577008413065</id><published>2008-09-18T15:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:48:19.499-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAK THE RULES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"se você obedece todas as regras, acaba perdendo toda a diversão."(katharine hepburn)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;para evitar o caos criamos regras.&lt;br /&gt;regras próprias, feita por nós, para nós.&lt;br /&gt;e seguimos, obedecemos, lembramos delas a todo instante.&lt;br /&gt;e cada instante é um regra.&lt;br /&gt;aí, num instante, alguém vem e nos provoca.&lt;br /&gt;e experimentamos a delícia de quebrar nossas regras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;afinal, qual a razão de criar regras senão pelo prazer de quebrá-las?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-8324310577008413065?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8324310577008413065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=8324310577008413065&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8324310577008413065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/8324310577008413065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/break-rules.html' title='BREAK THE RULES'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-6749222196110711504</id><published>2008-09-18T15:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:38:28.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LUTAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Depois de toda luta e cada descanso,quero me levantar forte e pronta,como um cavalo novo".(clarice lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo grande lutador sabe a hora de sair do ringue.&lt;br /&gt;isso não significa desistir.&lt;br /&gt;desistir é para os fracos.&lt;br /&gt;os fortes têm a coragem de aceitar que a luta acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-6749222196110711504?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6749222196110711504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-6899425489024819458</id><published>2008-09-16T15:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:36:58.969-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTRADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“nessa estrada não nos cabe conhecer ou ver o que virá o fim dela ninguém sabe bem ao certo onde vai dar..."(toquinho)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;então, vamos simplesmente caminhar por ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;viver cada pedacinho, curtir cada poeira que venha dela, observar as placas, correr o risco dos atalhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e sobretudo, viver as surpresas que nos esperam a cada esquina, a cada curva...estarmos prontos e não nos preocuparmos se for preciso parar um pouco no acostamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;porque no final, cada quilômetro vivido valerá muito a pena.&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/1663554701323551099-6899425489024819458?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6899425489024819458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=6899425489024819458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6899425489024819458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6899425489024819458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/estrada.html' title='ESTRADA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-6847173413047302742</id><published>2008-09-03T16:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:32:11.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PIQUE-ESCONDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"my hands are shaking, don't let my heart keep breaking 'cause I need your love.." (Harry Conick Jr)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de um lado, virado pra parede, tá você. vai contar até 10 e no final gritar: lá vou eu!&lt;br /&gt;e vai correr. vai procurar de um lado, de outro, em cima, embaixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vai fazer ameaças: acho que vi alguém....&lt;br /&gt;vai pedir clemência: ai..aparece vai...&lt;br /&gt;vai falar sozinho: oxe...cadê? não sei mais onde procurar.&lt;br /&gt;vai quase desistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vai lembrar de uma infinidade de amigos que brincaram antes de você e não foram até o fim. escolheram o caminho mais fácil porque cansaram rápido e não tinham tempo a perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;você pára por um minuto. enche o pulmão de ar.&lt;br /&gt;arregaça as mangas e começa a procurar com mais afinco, porque sabe que o amor, aquele de verdade, do frio na barriga, do tremor das mãos, dos olhos brilhantes...esse não tá aí à tona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e quem não encontrou é porque vive a era moderna da pressa e do imediatismo, se contentou com outros sentimentos que foram mais fáceis de achar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;batida salve-todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-6847173413047302742?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6847173413047302742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=6847173413047302742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6847173413047302742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/6847173413047302742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/pique-esconde.html' title='PIQUE-ESCONDE'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-6651191372599941807</id><published>2008-09-01T11:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:45:42.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DOAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“... pois, é dando que se recebe” (são francisco de assis)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dar-se em corpo.&lt;br /&gt;dar-se em alma.&lt;br /&gt;dar-se em si.&lt;br /&gt;dar-se para o outro.&lt;br /&gt;dar aquilo que um dia foi tudo pra você.&lt;br /&gt;dar o que já não te serve porque a alma se foi.&lt;br /&gt;dar o que mantém a alma de outrem.&lt;br /&gt;dar vida onde ela quase escapuliu.&lt;br /&gt;dar esperança.&lt;br /&gt;dar e ter a certeza que não foi em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(homenagem a um doador – obrigada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-6651191372599941807?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6651191372599941807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=6651191372599941807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“...nunca se sabe qual é o defeito que sustenta nosso edifício inteiro" (clarice lispector)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na incessante, injusta e sem-sentido busca pela perfeição,&lt;br /&gt;vasculhamos nosso território para varrer deles os nossos defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;seria tarefa fácil, se fácil fosse discernir em nós o que é defeito e o que não é.&lt;br /&gt;quando perseverança se torna teimosia?&lt;br /&gt;quando franqueza se torna grosseria?&lt;br /&gt;quando o que vemos no espelho não é o que refletimos para os outros?&lt;br /&gt;e descobrindo os defeitos, de quais deles devemos nos livrar?&lt;br /&gt;e o que é mesmo defeito?&lt;br /&gt;seja lá o que for, é parte constitutiva de todos nós.&lt;br /&gt;é parte do todo que somos.&lt;br /&gt;uma ode aos defeitos?&lt;br /&gt;não.&lt;br /&gt;talvez uma pausa pra pensar.&lt;br /&gt;outra pra escrever e quem sabe,&lt;br /&gt;mais uma pra mudar.&lt;br /&gt;ou continuar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='DEFEITO'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-5911371070221952316</id><published>2008-05-27T13:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:01:04.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RIMA, MAS NÃO COMBINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(“se você ama alguém, deixe-o livre” – lya luft)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por conta de algumas particularidades da língua portuguesa, como a similaridade de sufixos, tem gente que acha que coração rima com prisão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aviso aos carcereiros de plantão: rima não, viu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as palavras podem até terminar com o mesmo som, mas nem de longe elas têm sentidos próximos ou algo que as una.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;coração rima com liberdade. pois só quem é livre é capaz de entender esse órgão pulsante, um músculo que precisa ser exercitado. e não se faz exercícios de mãos atadas ou pés amarrados, não é mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;amar não é por coleira, é por confiança.&lt;br /&gt;amar não é por venda, é abrir os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;amar não é ser dono, é ser sócio.&lt;br /&gt;amar não é esconder, é mostrar&lt;br /&gt;amar não é prender, é soltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e solto o amor cresce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;amar rima com libertar. e combina também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-5911371070221952316?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5911371070221952316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=5911371070221952316&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5911371070221952316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1663554701323551099/posts/default/5911371070221952316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/2008/05/rima-mas-no-combina.html' title='RIMA, MAS NÃO COMBINA'/><author><name>nadezhda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12820979477321606187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUD3oVuY8mw/TRdGwBGAEBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PFPKvvYviIs/S220/tran%25C3%25A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663554701323551099.post-4514426007334793177</id><published>2008-04-25T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:10:26.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FUGAZ - uma homenagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“e não há tempo que volte...(lulu santos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fugaz, rápido, ligeiro...a gente nem nota o tempo passar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só quando se olha no espelho, olha fotos e se reflete naquele passado que passou.&lt;br /&gt;passou o tempo, porque as memórias ficam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as memórias do colégio. adolescentes que não queriam mudar o mundo exatamente, mas um professor de matemática que insistia em não explicar as tarefas de casa, simplesmente porque eram de casa, oras!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a viagem do 3º ano. salvador, salvem essas crianças da reprovação do vestibular. alguns foram salvos. tornaram- se médicos, analistas de sistemas, dentistas, publicitários, jornalistas...tornaram-se lembranças boas de uma época doce, onde a vida não era tão corrida e a gente tinha mais tempo para ver os amigos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tornaram-se casais. o amor da adolescência que segue rumo  a vida adulta. o amor da porta do colégio que vai parar na porta do cartório ou da igreja. ou dos dois. o amor que gerou um fruto e que agora deixa saudade. saudade no amor, no fruto e nos amigos, mesmo aqueles só das lembranças de colégio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“vamos viver tudo o que há pra viver...”(lulu santos)&lt;/em&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/1663554701323551099-4514426007334793177?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4514426007334793177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=4514426007334793177&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"as diferenças não podem ser maiores que os afetos. a vida é maior que tudo" (leo, personagem da série queridos amigos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um é comunista, mesmo com o fim do comunismo.&lt;br /&gt;outro é homossexual, nada enrustido, sarcástico, irônico e nada poupa.&lt;br /&gt;ainda tem um escritor amargo, sem sonhos, perdido em suas perdas.&lt;br /&gt;tem a mocinha traumatizada que se esconde através das luas e estrelas ao invés de se por a admirá-las.&lt;br /&gt;a psicóloga que tanto entende da alma humana não queria entender a alma mais próxima dela.&lt;br /&gt;o jornalista, homem letrado e bem informado, esqueceu-se de que amar é ter de arriscar-se.&lt;br /&gt;a artista, capaz de largar tudo pelo amor parecia não ser capaz de segurá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;uma outra vivia em dúvida entre manter a âncora fixada ou se atirar em alto mar&lt;br /&gt;um médico não foi capaz de se prevenir da infidelidade e experimentou um remédio amargo para curar-se.&lt;br /&gt;o professor deu aulas de más maneiras&lt;br /&gt;a dona-de-casa aprendeu a ser dona-da-sua-vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pessoas diferentes, unidas pelo mágico sentimento da amizade, que não se acaba nem mesmo no seu fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aos meus queridos amigos, todos eles diferentes, minha homenagem a vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1663554701323551099-7529576095578606926?l=filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filosofandonobanheiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7529576095578606926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1663554701323551099&amp;postID=7529576095578606926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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