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LEIA CADA PEDACINHO DO MEU CORAÇÃO!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-4682178358029686848</id><published>2012-01-19T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:25:29.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A VITÓRIA DO AMOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NNGYFFRRpvk/TxjsiBdNVXI/AAAAAAAABh4/5KG5Uo1sMcQ/s1600/187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NNGYFFRRpvk/TxjsiBdNVXI/AAAAAAAABh4/5KG5Uo1sMcQ/s320/187.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-4682178358029686848?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/4682178358029686848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2012/01/vitoria-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/4682178358029686848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/4682178358029686848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2012/01/vitoria-do-amor.html' title='A VITÓRIA DO AMOR!'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NNGYFFRRpvk/TxjsiBdNVXI/AAAAAAAABh4/5KG5Uo1sMcQ/s72-c/187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-7817986130617973714</id><published>2011-07-06T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T12:10:27.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cE8zKOBFqBQ/Sv4B14GPcwI/AAAAAAAABHA/uE37mhQvt5g/s1600/vista_para_o_mar1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cE8zKOBFqBQ/Sv4B14GPcwI/AAAAAAAABHA/uE37mhQvt5g/s320/vista_para_o_mar1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Santo Deus, confesso que fico desanimada ao sofrer com dificuldades. Às vezes fico perguntando onde o Senhor está e por que é que o Senhor esqueceu de mim. No fundo do meu coração, querido Pai, eu sei que o Senhor está presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas às vezes, ó Deus é difícil manter a minha fé quando não ouço a sua voz ou vejo o seu rosto face a face. Por favor, fortaleça-me com o seu Espírito Santo e ajude-me a “ver” o Senhor de uma nova maneira para que possa me abrir ao Senhor e me sintonizar melhor para o seu serviço." No nome de Jesus eu oro. 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classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/ZDt1Tio2Suk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZDt1Tio2Suk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZDt1Tio2Suk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Algumas letras de músicas muitas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;exprimem o que queremos dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;e por mais que eu escreva poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;com certeza que não conseguiria dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;para quem amo, que o AMO TANTO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;como nessa canção maravilhosa do grupo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;THE COMMODORES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Muito Linda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;É para você AMOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-1328990773373544395?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/1328990773373544395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/06/only-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;O tom, a cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Me fez voltar a ver a luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Estrela no deserto a me guiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Farol no mar, da incerteza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Um dia um adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;E eu indo embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Quanta loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Por tão pouca aventura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: 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style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ah! que bom seria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Se eu pudesse te abraçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Beijar, sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Como a primeira vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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Agradeço a Deus tê-lo conhecido e assim também ter conhecido o verdadeiro amor. Minhas orações são constantes, para que Deus nos cubra com SEU Santo e Divino Manto, nos protegendo e nos abençoando mais e mais a cada dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Dia dos Namorados foi inventado pelos homens e há os que digam a mesma coisa que dizem da páscoa, do Natal, do dia das mães...Tudo gira em torno do dinheiro, ou seja, da venda de presentes, mas, como uma romântica inveterada, prefiro imaginar que esse dia é o dia escolhido para firmar ainda mais o que existe em todos os outros dias, o amor! A FIDELIDADE! O respeito mútuo e a qualidade de vida sentimental...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, que me perdoem os solteiros nesta data, mas adoro saber que estarei nesse dia especial ao lado do homem que amo e de quebra ainda vou ganhar um presente (espero né? rsrsrs)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já pensou? Ainda ganho presente por ele aturar minha TPM, meus xiliquinhos, meus ciuminhos, minhas birras, meus contrários, minhas lágrimas que choro lendo as cartinhas que ele me escreve(assim como ontem...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois é, mas aos "encalhados" de plantão, nada de desespero, pois Deus está conosco a todo momento e ELE sempre será amável, compreensivo e fiel, ELE sempre estará disposto a ouvir o velho "DR", vai nos dar a resposta, mesmo que nossos desejos sejam diferentes do dEle, sempre dá um jeitinho de nos conformar e nos alegrar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dica é: Esperar em Deus! SALMO 27:14&lt;strong&gt; "Espera no SENHOR, anima-te e ELE fortalecerá teu coração; espera, pois, no SENHOR."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tem coisa melhor que esperar em Deus! Ele nunca nos decepciona, nunca falha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temos que nos alegrar sempre na esperança, portanto meninos e meninas, não se desesperem, DEUS tem o melhor para todos nós, eu, especialmente rogo a Ele, para que o meu melhor e o escolhido para mim seja a pessoa com quem estou. Oro todas as noites antes de dormir, para que meu coração não mais me engane e que eu queira , aquilo que Deus realmente quer para mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aos angustiados de plantão um conselho bíblico: &lt;strong&gt;SALMO 40:1 "Esperei com paciência no Senhor, e Ele se inclinou para mim, e ouviu o meu clamor."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Palavra de Deus nos fala em paciência, a paciência aniquila a ansiedade e a pressa de nossos desejos, ela traz equilíbrio para nossas almas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigos e amigas, neste poste mais uma lição (&lt;em&gt;calma, que também serve para mim&lt;/em&gt;) , nada de MURMURAÇÃO, por que? Porque Deus está no controle de todas as coisas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais um conselho maravilhoso do Pai? Vamos então dar um "passeio" em &lt;strong&gt;Mc 9:23 "E Jesus disse-lhe: se tu podes crer, tudo é possível ao que crê."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois muito bem amigos leitores, eu também me incluo nessa oração, pois ainda tenho que me melhorar muito e crer que algumas mudanças em mim e em meu noivo ainda venham a acontecer, para que Deus possa nos abençoar ainda mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então no Post do Dia dos Namorados um conselho amigo, muitas vezes é melhor está só do que mal-acompanhado. A companhia de Jesus é &lt;strong&gt;MUITO &lt;/strong&gt;melhor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade é que não adianta ter inveja de quem tem um "alguém" nesse dia, ou , ficar emburrada(o) porque está só, lembre-se: NUNCA estamos realmente sós!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para isso, aí vai mais uma notinha bíblica:&lt;strong&gt; Mateus 6:22 "A candeia do corpo são os olhos; de sorte que , se teus olhos forem bons, todo teu corpo terá luz; 23 se, porém, teus olhos forem maus, o teu corpo será tenebroso. Se, portanto, a luz que há em ti são trevas, quão grande serão tais trevas."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mantenhamos nossos olhos longe daquilo que Deus não escolheu para nós...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FELIZ DIA DOS NAMORADOS A TODOS !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AOS AMIGOS E AMIGAS QUE NESTA DATA ESTÃO SÓS, É SÓ PEDIR A DEUS SUA AJUDA INCONDICIONAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-2418853348164543997?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/2418853348164543997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/06/dia-dos-namorados.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/2418853348164543997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/2418853348164543997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/06/dia-dos-namorados.html' title='DIA DOS NAMORADOS'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvo5O-yeTpA/TfR-EWzmgUI/AAAAAAAABLo/ohThOpX08ko/s72-c/254307_172134099512892_100001489097884_434939_6426832_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-8200931634817059447</id><published>2011-05-29T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:59:48.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dyAiFeYrzHQ/TeMyQD3sbYI/AAAAAAAABK8/1N32Px2DRrY/s1600/adeus_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dyAiFeYrzHQ/TeMyQD3sbYI/AAAAAAAABK8/1N32Px2DRrY/s320/adeus_amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612384812131970434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="entry-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;" class="entry-title"&gt;“Diga até mais, mesmo se for adeus” (Humberto Gessinger)&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-8200931634817059447?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/8200931634817059447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/05/diga-ate-mais-mesmo-se-for-adeus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/8200931634817059447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/8200931634817059447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/05/diga-ate-mais-mesmo-se-for-adeus.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dyAiFeYrzHQ/TeMyQD3sbYI/AAAAAAAABK8/1N32Px2DRrY/s72-c/adeus_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-929416345464029024</id><published>2011-05-29T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:51:45.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAjegXbhkaU/TeMwXr3VjEI/AAAAAAAABKw/_-J-JFJBTDM/s1600/lagrimas%2Bda%2Balma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAjegXbhkaU/TeMwXr3VjEI/AAAAAAAABKw/_-J-JFJBTDM/s320/lagrimas%2Bda%2Balma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612382744103717954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus, me dê a coragem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu Deus, me dê a coragem de v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;iver trezentos e sessenta e cinco dias e noites, todos vazios de Tua presença. Me dê a coragem de considerar esse vazio como uma plenitude. Faça com que eu seja a Tua amante humilde, entrelaçada a Ti em êxtase. Faça com que eu possa falar com este vazio tremendo e receber como resposta o amor materno que nutre e embala. Faça com que eu tenha a coragem de Te amar, sem odiar as Tuas ofensas à minha alma e ao meu corpo. Faça com que a solidão não me destrua. Faça com que minha solidão me sirva de companhia. Faça com que eu tenha a coragem de me enfrentar. Faça com que eu saiba ficar com o nada e mesmo assim me sentir como se estivesse plena de tudo. Receba em teus braços meu pecado de pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-929416345464029024?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/929416345464029024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/05/meu-deus-me-de-coragem-meu-deus-me-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/929416345464029024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/929416345464029024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/05/meu-deus-me-de-coragem-meu-deus-me-de.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAjegXbhkaU/TeMwXr3VjEI/AAAAAAAABKw/_-J-JFJBTDM/s72-c/lagrimas%2Bda%2Balma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-9189399620873330529</id><published>2011-05-29T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:45:36.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KbbNnXYXzPo/TeMuwwywa3I/AAAAAAAABKk/W8Fyz5yzLv0/s1600/11012011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KbbNnXYXzPo/TeMuwwywa3I/AAAAAAAABKk/W8Fyz5yzLv0/s320/11012011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612380975900158834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Que minha solidão me sirva de companhia.&lt;br /&gt;que eu tenha a coragem de me enfrentar.&lt;br /&gt;que eu saiba ficar com o nada&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo assim me sentir&lt;br /&gt;como se estivesse plena de tudo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-9189399620873330529?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/9189399620873330529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/9189399620873330529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/9189399620873330529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KbbNnXYXzPo/TeMuwwywa3I/AAAAAAAABKk/W8Fyz5yzLv0/s72-c/11012011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-8928204680501788208</id><published>2011-05-29T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:39:44.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGbnToKJupo/TeMtjBI_EeI/AAAAAAAABKY/N37Z-W_xGBQ/s1600/DSC08627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGbnToKJupo/TeMtjBI_EeI/AAAAAAAABKY/N37Z-W_xGBQ/s320/DSC08627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612379640258564578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ISSO É MUITA SABEDORIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "Quando fazemos tudo para que nos amem e não conseguimos, resta-nos um último recurso: não fazer mais nada. Por isso, digo, quando não obtivermos o amor, o afeto ou a ternura que havíamos solicitado, melhor será desistirmos e procurar mais adiante os sentimentos que nos negaram. Não fazer esforços inúteis, pois o amor nasce, ou não, espontaneamente, mas nunca por força de imposição. Às vezes, é inútil esforçar-se demais, nada se consegue;outras vezes, nada damos e o amor se rende aos nossos pés. Os sentimentos são sempre uma surpresa. Nunca foram uma caridade mendigada, uma compaixão ou um favor concedido. Quase sempre amamos a quem nos ama mal, e desprezamos quem melhor nos quer. Assim, repito, quando tivermos feito tudo para conseguir um amor, e falhado, resta-nos um só caminho...o de mais nada fazer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/clarice_lispector/" class="autor"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-8928204680501788208?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/8928204680501788208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/05/isso-e-muita-sabedoria-quando-fazemos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/8928204680501788208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/8928204680501788208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/05/isso-e-muita-sabedoria-quando-fazemos.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGbnToKJupo/TeMtjBI_EeI/AAAAAAAABKY/N37Z-W_xGBQ/s72-c/DSC08627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-4901105258851709256</id><published>2011-05-29T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:36:26.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVF1v-V05Yg/TeMs0qp8kRI/AAAAAAAABKQ/4JkXxUNEeiI/s1600/flor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVF1v-V05Yg/TeMs0qp8kRI/AAAAAAAABKQ/4JkXxUNEeiI/s320/flor2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612378843948814610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suponho que me entender não é uma questão de inteligência e sim de sentir, de entrar em contato...&lt;br /&gt;Ou toca, ou não toca."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-4901105258851709256?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/4901105258851709256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/05/suponho-que-me-entender-nao-e-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/4901105258851709256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/4901105258851709256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/05/suponho-que-me-entender-nao-e-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVF1v-V05Yg/TeMs0qp8kRI/AAAAAAAABKQ/4JkXxUNEeiI/s72-c/flor2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-3741450717624440563</id><published>2011-05-15T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T09:49:08.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a lang="es" class="twitter-share-button" href="http://twitter.com/share" count="vertical" via="delmontenegro" related="http://delmontenegro.wordpress.com/poesias/:wordpress by Del Montenegro"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-3741450717624440563?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/3741450717624440563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/05/tweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/3741450717624440563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/3741450717624440563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/05/tweet.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-1885306399247207745</id><published>2011-05-08T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T04:29:17.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AVISO NA PORTA DE UM CONSULTÓRIO MÉDICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drd3qaVXd4o/TcZ-QPVL9eI/AAAAAAAABJY/7W3_5JDGlA0/s1600/130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604305603767563746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drd3qaVXd4o/TcZ-QPVL9eI/AAAAAAAABJY/7W3_5JDGlA0/s320/130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVISO NA PORTA DE UM CONSULTÓRIO MÉDICO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este alerta está colocado na porta de um espaço terapêutico&lt;br /&gt;O resfriado ocorre quando o corpo não chora.&lt;br /&gt;A garganta entope quando não é possível comunicar as aflições.&lt;br /&gt;O estômago arde quando as raivas não conseguem sair.&lt;br /&gt;O corpo engorda quando a insatisfação aperta.&lt;br /&gt;A dor de cabeça deprime quando as duvidas aumentam.&lt;br /&gt;O coração desiste quando o sentido da vida parece terminar.&lt;br /&gt;A alergia aparece quando o perfeccionismo fica intolerável.&lt;br /&gt;As unhas quebram quando as defesas ficam ameaçadas.&lt;br /&gt;O peito aperta quando o orgulho escraviza.&lt;br /&gt;O coração enfarta quando chega a ingratidão.&lt;br /&gt;A pressão sobe quando o medo aprisiona.&lt;br /&gt;As neuroses paralisam quando a"criança interna" tiraniza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O plantio é livre. A colheita, obrigatória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.: Normalmente, o(s) sintoma(s) ocorre(m) 3 dias após o "acontecido".&lt;br /&gt;Descubra o que te prejudicou e coloque para fora, em conversa com amigos ou com um profissional, que vc se cura!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sua saúde e sua vida dependem de suas escolhas!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENSE BEM ANTES DE FAZER MAL A ALGUÉM, A VÍTIMA PODE SER VOCÊ MESMO(A)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-1885306399247207745?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/1885306399247207745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/05/aviso-na-porta-de-um-consultorio-medico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/1885306399247207745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/1885306399247207745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/05/aviso-na-porta-de-um-consultorio-medico.html' title='AVISO NA PORTA DE UM CONSULTÓRIO MÉDICO'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drd3qaVXd4o/TcZ-QPVL9eI/AAAAAAAABJY/7W3_5JDGlA0/s72-c/130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-9176443242738058571</id><published>2011-05-01T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T06:42:35.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NINGUÉM TE AMOU ASSIM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhkhPKqxJjU/Tb1jEFFv0tI/AAAAAAAABJM/bEdUxKD4MrI/s1600/DSC08047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601742433255674578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhkhPKqxJjU/Tb1jEFFv0tI/AAAAAAAABJM/bEdUxKD4MrI/s320/DSC08047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se você quer brincar, posso ser a chuva,&lt;br /&gt;Molhando os teus cabelos, sentir teu coração, sentir o teu apelo,&lt;br /&gt;E se quiser amar, vou ser teu namorado,&lt;br /&gt;E se quiser chover, faço em papel marchê, um céu enluarado,&lt;br /&gt;Invento um mundo só pra gente, tudo diferente, nosso paraíso,&lt;br /&gt;Vento que ventou saudade, trás felicidade, meu primeiro amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te amou assim, do jeito que eu te amo,&lt;br /&gt;Cuida do que é teu, no fundo eu sei que eu, sou parte dos teus planos&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te amou assim, do jeito que eu te amo,&lt;br /&gt;Não deixa eu te deixar, não dá pra separar o azul do Oceano.&lt;br /&gt;Se você quer brincar, posso ser a chuva,&lt;br /&gt;Molhando os teus cabelos, sentir teu coração, sentir o teu apelo,&lt;br /&gt;E se quiser amar, vou ser teu namorado,&lt;br /&gt;E se quiser chover, faço em papel marchê, um céu enluarado,&lt;br /&gt;Invento um mundo só pra gente, tudo diferente, nosso paraíso,&lt;br /&gt;Vento que ventou saudade, trás felicidade, meu primeiro amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOSSA MÚSICA! OBRIGADA MEU AMOR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-9176443242738058571?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/9176443242738058571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/05/ninguem-te-amou-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/9176443242738058571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/9176443242738058571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/05/ninguem-te-amou-assim.html' title='NINGUÉM TE AMOU ASSIM!!!'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhkhPKqxJjU/Tb1jEFFv0tI/AAAAAAAABJM/bEdUxKD4MrI/s72-c/DSC08047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-1823691599453450639</id><published>2011-03-26T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:11:04.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U2 - Stay (Far away, so close)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/005rY5A-iPw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-1823691599453450639?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/1823691599453450639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/03/u2-stay-far-away-so-close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/1823691599453450639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/1823691599453450639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/03/u2-stay-far-away-so-close.html' title='U2 - 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One - Anton Corbjin Version'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ftjEcrrf7r0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-2567391311769977016</id><published>2011-03-26T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T20:24:18.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UyvXeR36u3Q/TY6twnauNpI/AAAAAAAABGM/Ii70PI4EXhw/s1600/130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588595238339753618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UyvXeR36u3Q/TY6twnauNpI/AAAAAAAABGM/Ii70PI4EXhw/s320/130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louvor a Ti, ó Tu que inclinas Teus ouvidos aos suspiros dos que de todo apego se livraram, exceto de Ti, e escutas a voz da lamentação daqueles que só a Ti se dedicam! Vês tudo o que lhes sobreveio nas mãos daquelas criaturas Tuas que transgrediram e se rebelaram contra Ti. Tua grandeza dá-me testemunho, ó Tu que és o Rei dos domínios da justiça e o Governante das cidades da mercê! Tais foram as tribulações por eles sofridas, que nenhuma pena em toda a criação as pode contar. Fosse alguém tentar mencioná-las, ele se acharia incapaz de as descrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que essas tribulações, entretanto, foram suportadas em Teu caminho e por amor a Ti, os assim afligidos Te agradecem sob todas as condições, dizendo: “Ó Tu, que és o Deleite dos nossos corações, Aquele a Quem adoramos! Se as nuvens do Teu decreto chovessem sobre nós os dardos da tribulação, recusaríamos, em nosso amor por Ti, ser impacientes. Dar-te-íamos louvor e graças, pois reconhecemos e nos persuadimos de que Tu ordenaste somente o que nos fosse o melhor. Se sobre nossos corpos pesam algumas vezes os desgostos, nossas almas, no entanto, se regozijam com grande alegria. Tua grandeza nos dá testemunho, ó Tu que és o Desejo de nossos corações e o Júbilo de nossas almas! Todo desgosto que nos atinge em nosso amor por Ti evidencia Tua mercê; toda provação de fogo é sinal do esplendor da Tua Luz; cada tribulação penosa, um alívio; cada faina, um repouso deleitável; cada angústia, uma fonte de contentamento.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem se impacienta nas tribulações que lhes atingem em Teu caminho, ó meu Senhor, não sorveu da taça do Teu amor, nem saboreou a doçura da Tua lembrança. Imploro-Te por Aquele que é o Rei de todos os Nomes e seu Soberano, o Revelador de todos os atributos e seu Criador, e por aqueles que se elevaram e se aproximaram de Ti, alçando vôo para o recinto da Tua Presença, e que suportaram as cadeias esfoladoras por Tua Causa imploro-Te que concedas Tua graça a todo o Teu povo, para que reconheça Aquele que é o Manifestante de Ti próprio, Aquele que sofreu exílio e prisão por -haver convocado para Ti o gênero humano… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-2567391311769977016?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/2567391311769977016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/03/louvor-ti-o-tu-que-inclinas-teus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/2567391311769977016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/2567391311769977016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/03/louvor-ti-o-tu-que-inclinas-teus.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UyvXeR36u3Q/TY6twnauNpI/AAAAAAAABGM/Ii70PI4EXhw/s72-c/130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-7262550866268639301</id><published>2011-03-26T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T20:11:26.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cd4UkTtMwDQ/TY6p9NG_yjI/AAAAAAAABGA/N9qVhfzLcQM/s1600/biblia-e-dinheiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588591056569485874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cd4UkTtMwDQ/TY6p9NG_yjI/AAAAAAAABGA/N9qVhfzLcQM/s320/biblia-e-dinheiro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para ganhar dinheiro na igreja é necessário um número elevado de fiéis, mas para a conquista desses fiéis é de fundamental importância algumas técnicas de convencimento. Atualmente uma das atividades mais lucrativas é a prática de atividades religiosas, por isso é constante a presença de muito dinheiro nas igrejas.&lt;br /&gt;As organizações religiosas não possuem fins lucrativos, mas infelizmente a sua finalidade está sendo desvirtuada e é utilizada para aquisição de lucro na igreja.&lt;br /&gt;Com o discurso de cobrir despesas e contribuição para ajudar o próximo que não possui condições financeiras, as instituições religiosas pedem dinheiro dos fiéis.&lt;br /&gt;A maioria dos pastores e padres possuem maior renda econômica que os verdadeiros fiéis, mas aqueles passam a idéia de que possuem aquele status por terem mais fé do que os outros e que Deus já o ajudou de maneira satisfatória. Na verdade a riqueza dos pastores ou padres são provenientes da contribuição dos fiéis e participantes das religiões, pois os pastores e padres não desempenham outras atividades econômicas e nem possuem emprego fixo ou eventual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infelizmente é o que acontece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-7262550866268639301?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/7262550866268639301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/03/para-ganhar-dinheiro-na-igreja-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/7262550866268639301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/7262550866268639301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/03/para-ganhar-dinheiro-na-igreja-e.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cd4UkTtMwDQ/TY6p9NG_yjI/AAAAAAAABGA/N9qVhfzLcQM/s72-c/biblia-e-dinheiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-4497630779165268100</id><published>2011-03-26T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T19:57:59.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qFgY0HxKz74/TY6my-RxtKI/AAAAAAAABF0/AI9L0LWtkqw/s1600/PINOQUIO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588587582254593186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qFgY0HxKz74/TY6my-RxtKI/AAAAAAAABF0/AI9L0LWtkqw/s320/PINOQUIO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENTIRA X OMISSÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mentira:&lt;br /&gt;men.ti.ra&lt;br /&gt;sf (lat mentita, com dissimilação) 1 Ato de mentir; afirmação contrária à verdade, engano propositado. 2 Hábito de mentir. 3 Engano da alma, engano dos sentidos, falsa persuasão, juízo falso. 4 Erro, ilusão, vaidade. 5 Fábula, ficção. 6 O mesmo que leuconiquia. Antôn (acepções 1, 3 e 4): verdade; (acepção 5): realidade. M. de rabo e cabeça: grande mentira. M. inocente: dita sem o propósito de prejudicar. M. oficiosa: dita a alguém, sem prejuízo de terceiro, e só para lhe causar prazer ou utilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omitir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.mi.tir&lt;br /&gt;(lat omittere) vtd 1 Deixar de fazer ou dizer alguma coisa; não mencionar, deixar no esquecimento, de propósito ou não: “…os inimigos de Pombal omitem sistematicamente D. José” (Afrânio Peixoto). 2 Descuidar, desleixar, negligenciar: Deprimido, omitia até atos de asseio e de higiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que os diversos dicionários pesquisados mostrem diferenças entre Mentira e Omissão, eu continuo a dizer e creio de coração que Omissão é um nome Chique que deram para Mentira!&lt;br /&gt;Pense, se você vai omitir, vai omitir algo que alguém não pode saber pois poderia até causar brigas, então você está “omitindo” de caso pensado, então não deixa de ser uma mentira! não existe omissão sem mentira e nem mentira sem omissão, uma não vive sem a outra, são “casadas”, portanto nenhuma das duas é bom saber de outras pessoas! Como diz o meu livro preferido ” A verdade liberta”!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-4497630779165268100?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/4497630779165268100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/03/mentira-x-omissao-mentira-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/4497630779165268100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/4497630779165268100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/03/mentira-x-omissao-mentira-men.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qFgY0HxKz74/TY6my-RxtKI/AAAAAAAABF0/AI9L0LWtkqw/s72-c/PINOQUIO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-1044881120334916911</id><published>2011-03-26T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T19:42:34.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wd3WLO9IbHc/TY6j5f_28PI/AAAAAAAABFg/fH3fFk8p7no/s1600/mentira7_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588584395850576114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wd3WLO9IbHc/TY6j5f_28PI/AAAAAAAABFg/fH3fFk8p7no/s320/mentira7_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mentira: Por que as pessoas mentem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fábio Augusto Caló Publicado em: 26/4/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras-chave: Mentira, mentira patológica, mentirosos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com o dicionário Howaiss, mentira significa “dizer, afirmar ser verdadeiro (aquilo que se sabe falso); dar informação falsa (a alguém) a fim de induzir ao erro, não corresponder a (aquilo que se espera); falhar, faltar, errar, causar ilusão a; dissimular a verdade; enganar, iludir, não revelar; esconder, ocultar. Tais definições, no entanto, pouco dizem sobre os porquês da mentira. Por isso, vamos apresentar uma definição relacional (que leve em consideração o seu contexto), a partir do conceito de comportamento verbal. Beckert (2004) propõe que mentiras, promessas não cumpridas e omissões podem ser compreendidas quando se investiga a relação entre o comportamento verbal – o que se diz – e o comportamento não-verbal – o que se faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o comportamento verbal, habilidade altamente desenvolvida, que nos distingue de outras espécies animais, permite solução mais rápida para problemas comuns à espécie ou ao grupo e possibilita transmissão de práticas culturais. Por comportamento verbal, entendemos todo comportamento (ação) de uma pessoa que produz efeitos noutra pessoa antes de produzir efeitos no meio. Por exemplo, uma pessoa que sinta calor pode pedir a outra que ligue o aparelho de ar-condicionado, no lugar dela mesma ligar. Seu comportamento (verbal), ou seja, sua solicitação agiu sobre outra pessoa e esta pessoa modificou o meio em que ambas se encontravam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas tendem a descrever o mundo e construir afirmações sobre o funcionamento das coisas, sobre os seus próprios comportamentos ou comportamentos de outras pessoas, além de acontecimentos de uma forma geral. Essas descrições e afirmações são produtos da interação com o mundo e passam a fazer parte do cotidiano quando aproximam pessoas, geram “assunto” e possibilitam a comunicação. Quando uma descrição ou afirmação é formulada e emitida, o outro pode se utilizar dela para nortear/ balizar seu comportamento. Por exemplo, quando digo a um amigo que o litoral cearense é maravilhoso, pela beleza e imensidão, estou afirmando algo a partir de uma experiência própria, seja ela através da exposição às praias do estado do Ceará ou através de imagens e informações obtidas a partir de uma revista. No primeiro caso, diz-se que a experiência é mais intensa, mais completa e geradora de emoções. O segundo caso, onde estamos expostos à afirmação (informação) formulada por alguém, pode trazer parcialidade, subjetividade e não teria a mesma capacidade de gerar afirmação precisa sobre o litoral cearense. De qualquer forma, as duas situações possibilitam a formulação de descrições ou regras, sejam elas precisas, imprecisas, coerentes ou incoerentes. O amigo pode tomar a decisão para onde ir durante as férias após essa nossa interação. Ao voltar da viagem, ele faz contato e demonstra ter ficado extremamente satisfeito com o litoral cearense. O fato de descrever um lugar e isso ter orientado a escolha de um colega e tê-lo feito feliz se mostra gratificante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observa-se, então, que descrições ou regras formuladas por uma pessoa afetam o comportamento do outro. O exemplo citado trata de descrição coerente com fatos. Mas, e se um marido infiel disser algo como: "Eu juro que não te traí. Você é a única mulher da minha vida!" Essa descrição não se mostra coerente com os fatos. Por quê? É quase irresistível dar respostas como “porque ele é um mentiroso” ou “porque ele é um canalha”. Mas dizer que alguém é mentiroso ou canalha não diz muito sobre os motivos da mentira. Não conheço uma só pessoa que tenha nascido mentirosa, então, seria interessante entender porque algumas pessoas mentem em alta freqüência (os mentirosos) e porque outras mentem pouco ou não mentem. O exemplo em questão trata de alguém que teria condições de descrever a traição, ou seja, os fatos tais como ocorreram, pois ele vivenciou a experiência e, muito provavelmente, recorda-se dela. Mas, por que o relato “verdadeiro” não ocorreu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que as pessoas mentem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma área de pesquisa em psicologia que se chama “correspondência entre o fazer e o dizer”, que investiga as variáveis relacionadas ao que se pode chamar de “dizer a verdade” ou “contar mentira”. Estudos (Paniagua, 1989; Lima, 2004) têm investigado situações geradoras da apresentação de relato coerente (verdade) ou relato incoerente (mentira). Os parágrafos a seguir estão baseados numa interpretação dos achados desses autores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode-se dizer que há uma dicotomia, que seria falar a verdade, ou seja, descrever de forma coerente fatos acontecimentos comportamentos ou contar mentira, que seria apresentar uma afirmação pouco adequada ou incompatível com o que, de fato, ocorreu. Tanto falar a verdade quanto contar uma mentira, são comportamentos verbais aprendidos e mantidos pelas conseqüências que produzem, em primeiro lugar, para aquele que fala. Assim, se alguém é beneficiado por contar uma mentira, tal comportamento pode ser aprendido. Se mentir mais vezes trouxer “vantagens”, ele será mantido em alta freqüência. É importante, ainda, considerar que o comportamento de mentir pode afastar ou adiar conseqüências desagradáveis, como no exemplo do marido infiel que insiste em dizer à sua mulher que não cometeu traição. Assim sendo, mentir também seria aprendido e mantido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As crianças mentem com freqüência para seus pais quando estes costumam repreendê-las pelo que fazem, quando punem deliberadamente seus relatos sobre o que consideram ser errado ou quando limitam muito as possibilidades sobre o que as crianças podem fazer. Então, elas mentiriam para ter a oportunidade de brincar com um coleguinha que não é benquisto pela sua família, mentiriam sobre ter realizado a tarefa de casa para assistir ao seu desenho favorito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É necessário diferenciar o comportamento de mentir enquanto relato em desacordo com acontecimentos/ fatos do relato impreciso sobre algo pela falta de habilidade em descrever. Na mentira, uma pessoa tem consciência de que (sabe que) sua descrição não é coerente com o que fez. Por outro lado, uma secretária pode relatar (incoerentemente) ao chefe que entrou na primeira sala à direita do corredor da empresa e não atendeu à solicitação dele porque a sala estava fechada. Ela apresenta este relato (que não é verdadeiro) por não ter aprendido a diferença entre esquerda e direita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você quer que as pessoas digam a verdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os psicoterapeutas procuram ter, na relação com seus clientes, uma audiência não-punitiva. Isso significa ouvir e não julgar, ouvir e não criticar, ouvir e não punir. Tal contexto é que torna possível o relato do cliente sobre coisas que não seriam ditas nem para os bons amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como foi afirmado anteriormente, pode-se mentir para ter acesso a alguma vantagem ou evitar “mal maior”. Assim sendo, as pessoas têm maior probabilidade de dizer a verdade diante de contextos em que o que elas dizem não é julgado, não é criticado, nem punido. Se um pai pune o filho quando ele relata que assistiu TV quando deveria estudar, é importante observar que ele puniu o comportamento do filho ter feito o que não devia, mas, puniu principalmente o comportamento de dizer a verdade. Pense, após ter sido punido por dizer a verdade, você a diria novamente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É claro que nem sempre se pode aceitar a verdade sem que algum tipo de sanção seja administrada. Mas, se todo relato de alguém sobre o que fez ou como agiu diante de uma situação passa a ser criticado, julgado ou o relato passa a ser motivo para uma discussão, é provável que esse relato não ocorra mais ou que passe a ser um relato que apresente algo diferente do que ocorreu. Isso vale para qualquer relação interpessoal. Um amigo continuará dizendo a verdade sobre o que pensa sobre você se ele sentir-se ouvido. Por isso, dar espaço para as pessoas dizerem o que pensam, relatarem o que fizeram é um bom caminho seja para um pai ou uma esposa continuar ouvindo a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra forma de aumentar a probabilidade do dizer a verdade em crianças ou adultos é valorizar, enaltecer e gratificar os momentos em que a verdade é dita. No caso das crianças, pode-se ensiná-las a dizer a verdade, expondo-as a algumas situações em que sejam acompanhadas e solicitando que elas relatem o que experienciaram. Elogiar, enaltecer e gratificar relatos mais próximos da experiência estabelece condição para a aprendizagem do “dizer a verdade”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-1044881120334916911?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/1044881120334916911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/03/mentira-por-que-as-pessoas-mentem-fabio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/1044881120334916911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/1044881120334916911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/03/mentira-por-que-as-pessoas-mentem-fabio.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wd3WLO9IbHc/TY6j5f_28PI/AAAAAAAABFg/fH3fFk8p7no/s72-c/mentira7_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-5280904286477519098</id><published>2011-03-26T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T19:31:27.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frases sobre Mentiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O que faz mal não é a mentira que passa pela mente, mas a que nela mergulha e se firma." (Francis Bacon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A mentira arruina rapidamente o mentiroso." (Marcilio Ficino)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"De tanto se repetir uma mentira, ela acaba se transformando em verdade." (Joseph Goebbels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A mentira é como a bola de neve; quanto mais rola, tanto mais aumenta." (Martinho Lutero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma mentira vem logo no encalço de outra." (Terêncio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A mentira roda meio mundo antes da verdade ter tido tempo de colocar as calças." (Winston Churchill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É impossível calcular o dano moral, se é que posso chamá-lo assim, que a mentira mental tem causado na sociedade." (Thomas Paine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma verdade dita com má intenção bate todas as mentiras que se possa inventar." (William Blake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Há calúnias contra as quais a própria inocência perde a coragem."&lt;br /&gt;(Napoleão Bonaparte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não ser descoberto em uma mentira é o mesmo que dizer a verdade."&lt;br /&gt;(Aristóteles Onassis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma garrafa de vinho meio vazia também está meio cheia; mas uma meia mentira não será nunca uma meia verdade." (Jean Cocteau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A mentira nunca sobrevive até alcançar idade avançada." (Sófocles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aquele que diz uma mentira não sabe a tarefa que assumiu, porque está obrigado a inventar vinte vezes mais para sustentar a certeza da primeira." (Alexander Pope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A mentira é uma verdade que se esqueceu de acontecer." (Mario Quintana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As mentiras mais cruéis são ditas em silêncio." (Robert Louis Stevenson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se meus inimigos pararem de dizer mentiras a meu respeito, eu paro de dizer verdades a respeito deles." (Adlai Stevenson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A mentira é sempre grave por ser a perversão de um ser que é feito para dizer a verdade." (Germain Barbier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O mentiroso faz dois esforços: mentir e segurar a mentira."&lt;br /&gt;(Júlio Camargo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A natureza não admite mentiras." (Thomas Carlyle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O mentiroso é sempre pródigo de juramentos." (Pierre Corneille)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tudo que é falso, é ruim, até mesmo a roupa emprestada. Se seu espírito não combina com a sua roupa, você está sujeito à infelicidade, porque é desta maneira que as pessoas se tornam hipócritas, perdendo o medo de agir mal e de dizer mentiras." (Ramakrishna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ama a arte. Dentre todas as mentiras é a que menos mente."&lt;br /&gt;(Gustave Flaubert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma das notáveis diferenças entre o gato e a mentira é ter o gato apenas nove vidas." (Mark Twain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O ouvido é a segunda porta da verdade, e a primeira da mentira."&lt;br /&gt;(Baltasar Gracián y Morales)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A arte é uma magia que liberta a mentira de ser verdadeira." (Theodor Adorno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Torpe fraqueza é a mentira." 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É um processo  gradativo de diversas transformações, ocorridas ao longo da existência do indivíduo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acho que o mais impressiona aos que temem a velhice não é nem no campo biológico ou psicológico, mas no campo sócio-cultural, em que, devido aos valores sociais e culturais, às crenças e aos estereótipos, o processo de envelhecimento é percepcionado como negativo. Imaginem só! Envelhecer! Perder o viço!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; O principal medo das mulheres que conheço,  está ligado à perda de seu poder de sedução. Ela teme não ser capaz de provocar a excitação, o desejo nos homens e sofre ao se perceber preterida em festas, nas ruas, nos lugares em que desejaria atrair olhares sobre si, como ocorria quando era jovem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Algumas mulheres se deprimem a cada aniversário, a cada velinha apagada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; O objetivo deste texto, no auge dos meus quase 44 anos, é mudar essa concepção de velhice e mudar a minha própria velhice. Envelhecer não é algo negativo...Antes não morrer aos 15, 20, 30 anos como alguns amigos meus...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O modelo de referência para quase tudo que se relacione ao sucesso, beleza, sensualidade e valorização da mulher em nossa sociedade é a juventude. Esse processo é particularmente difícil para a mulher bonita, acostumada a atrair olhares por sua aparência. Ao envelhecer, ela começa a ter uma sensação de invisibilidade, isto é, deixa de atrair os olhares ao passar, como se não estivesse ali... Será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Graças a Deus ainda não estou nesse precesso... Mas acredito que é por isso que muita gente tem medo de envelhecer. As mulheres principalmente...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acho que nós mulheres valorizamos demais os homens...Pôxa! Eles também envelhecem! Ficam barrigudos... carecas... Porque a mulher tem que enfrentar plásticas, "entrar na faca"? se "acabar na academia", Se manter eternamente bela?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O segredo do saber envelhecer é conservar a autoestima, continuando a ser interessante para si própria...Mater amizade com todas as faixas etárias, apaixonar-se por alguém mais novo...porque não???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"Todos envelheceremos. A única alternativa ao NÃO envelhecimento é morrer jovem, o que não é, assim, uma grande opção...rsrsrsrs essa eu PULO! &lt;p&gt;Para algumas pessoas envelhecer significa a aproximação da morte, do fim da existência, aonde tudo termina e não tem mais volta... por isso o velho sempre é o outro. O horror que sentimos pelo envelhecimento é o medo de morrer, de nos tornar tão repugnante quanto o outro que fica cego, surdo, 'gagá', etc... 'Que horror se isso acontecer!' Mas todos envelhecem, é inevitável (a não ser quem morre cedo demais... por motivos diversos), então o que fazer? Deixar o tempo passar ficar velho e receber o preconceito dos mais jovens? Não!!! Os jovens serão os velhos de amanhã...( se o mundo não se acabar antes disso...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isso se chama GERASCOFOBIA! Medo de envelhecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cabelos brancos...Todos teremos um dia também...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PRECONCEITO É PARA OS IGNORANTES!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Compactuo com a idéia de que colhemos o que plantamos. Não tem como plantar arroz e colher milho. Plantar uma vida saudavel "desde sempre" e uma mente idem,dignidade física e mental...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E SEMPRE FAZER O BEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;QUANDO EU ENVELHECER... MANDO UM POSTAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-5025427255440181552?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/5025427255440181552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/03/sem-medo-de-envelhecer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/5025427255440181552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/5025427255440181552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/03/sem-medo-de-envelhecer.html' title='SEM MEDO DE ENVELHECER'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CJ1kyvO9E/TX-qI70V5qI/AAAAAAAABFU/oy-9LXgVCXg/s72-c/ENVELHECENDO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-5922035763571412526</id><published>2011-01-14T00:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:12:18.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se For Para Ser Uma Leve Brisa...Prefiro Ser Furacão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TTAC9L0o6zI/AAAAAAAABEY/iRe0ivy0Qq8/s1600/Perfume_2_by_Raipun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TTAC9L0o6zI/AAAAAAAABEY/iRe0ivy0Qq8/s320/Perfume_2_by_Raipun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561948789971413810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pensando bem... Acho que prefiro os Dragões malvados e cuspidores de fogo, do que as fadinhas voadoras... Se vou mesmo passar por esta vida, que seja uma passagem memorável e não apática e triste...."Vida louca vida, vida breve,já que eu não posso te levar,quero que você me leve..." Já dizia Cazuza na sua intuítiva "profecia"....&lt;br /&gt;Não quero deixar ninguém viver por mim meus momentos e meus amores, ditarem regras tortas na "Santa" ilusão de que são os perfeitinhos... (Que Deus tenha MUITA pena dessas almas...)&lt;br /&gt;Quero mesmo é ser tormenta....e o resto????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-5922035763571412526?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/5922035763571412526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/01/se-for-para-ser-uma-leve-brisaprefiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/5922035763571412526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/5922035763571412526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/01/se-for-para-ser-uma-leve-brisaprefiro.html' title='Se For Para Ser Uma Leve Brisa...Prefiro Ser Furacão!'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TTAC9L0o6zI/AAAAAAAABEY/iRe0ivy0Qq8/s72-c/Perfume_2_by_Raipun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-7692256939067877</id><published>2011-01-13T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:54:15.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TTAA8ou0ZoI/AAAAAAAABEM/qC5vu1O2j1Q/s1600/Passado2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TTAA8ou0ZoI/AAAAAAAABEM/qC5vu1O2j1Q/s320/Passado2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561946581528503938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"O meu passado é tudo quanto não consegui ser. Nem as sensações de momentos idos me são saudosas: o que se sente exige o momento; passado este, há um virar de página e a história continua, mas não o texto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-7692256939067877?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/7692256939067877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-meu-passado-e-tudo-quanto-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/7692256939067877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/7692256939067877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-meu-passado-e-tudo-quanto-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TTAA8ou0ZoI/AAAAAAAABEM/qC5vu1O2j1Q/s72-c/Passado2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-8771077933942939083</id><published>2010-12-18T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T15:17:04.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;" class="Titulo-Interna-Mensagem"&gt;Amar para poder viver&lt;/h1&gt;                        &lt;div class="Miniatura"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.provasdeamor.com/fotos/mensagens/C57F1.jpg" rel="lightbox" title="Amar para poder viver"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.provasdeamor.com/thumbnail.php?imagem=painel/files/C57F1.jpg&amp;amp;l=240&amp;amp;a=240" alt="Amar para poder viver" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Amar, para poder viver,&lt;br /&gt;Para se dissipar o sem sentido de se viver  por viver.&lt;br /&gt;Amar por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Para não adoecer, para que, ao final; possa-se dizer:&lt;br /&gt;Valeu a pena, por que amar é crer.&lt;br /&gt;Por que amar?&lt;br /&gt; Para não se entristecer,&lt;br /&gt;Para não se perder a alegria de viver.&lt;br /&gt;Amar por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Para poder perdoar e esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Para voltar a sorrir, para lutar e vencer.&lt;br /&gt;Por que?&lt;br /&gt;Para se conhecer a Deus, nosso primeiro amor, Nosso maior amor, nosso Grande amor,&lt;br /&gt;Acima de todo amor, origem de todo amor,&lt;br /&gt;Fim de todo amor, eternidade de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Amar por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Para não fenecer, para não murchar,&lt;br /&gt;Para não regredir, para não desfalecer.&lt;br /&gt;Amar para se lembrar e também para esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Por que amar?&lt;br /&gt;Para chorar e sorrir, para plantar e colher.&lt;br /&gt;Amar por quê ?&lt;br /&gt;Para caminhar, para se merecer, para se enternecer.&lt;br /&gt;Amar para olhar e conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Por que amar?&lt;br /&gt;Amar para não morrer.&lt;br /&gt;Porque os que não amam já morreram, Permaneceram mortos.&lt;br /&gt;Perambularam sem saber como nem por quê.&lt;br /&gt;Amar por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Para confiar, para não se entregar, mas se integrar.&lt;br /&gt;Amar porque Deus é amor e isso basta.      &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/5332373410226139845-8771077933942939083?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/8771077933942939083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/12/amar-para-poder-viver-amar-para-poder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/8771077933942939083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/8771077933942939083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/12/amar-para-poder-viver-amar-para-poder.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-9148077177820939869</id><published>2010-12-18T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T15:12:05.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TQ0_pu77GwI/AAAAAAAABDA/7ZchTW9p_js/s1600/P1000724%2Bmodified.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TQ0_pu77GwI/AAAAAAAABDA/7ZchTW9p_js/s320/P1000724%2Bmodified.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552163901824244482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Nosso amor é forte e invensível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o nosso amor é capaz de vencer a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais cruel inveja e o mais inacreditável preconceito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nosso amor é sincero e corajoso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque ele é ÚNICO em Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-9148077177820939869?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/9148077177820939869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-nosso-amor-e-forte-e-invensivel-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/9148077177820939869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/9148077177820939869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-nosso-amor-e-forte-e-invensivel-o.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TQ0_pu77GwI/AAAAAAAABDA/7ZchTW9p_js/s72-c/P1000724%2Bmodified.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-6480670289876962528</id><published>2010-10-13T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:25:52.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada Valeria à Pena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TLZ28aMs-bI/AAAAAAAABB0/eP9dXB4jIZc/s1600/573517882014174vf8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TLZ28aMs-bI/AAAAAAAABB0/eP9dXB4jIZc/s320/573517882014174vf8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527736372840692146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De nada valeria o poema se não fosses tu&lt;br /&gt;e tua alegria,&lt;br /&gt;o amor como eterno dia&lt;br /&gt;e meu poema como bálsamo!&lt;br /&gt;De nada valeria a pena&lt;br /&gt;se tu não existisses&lt;br /&gt;com tua antipatia&lt;br /&gt;e com tua doçura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que valeria olhar pela janela&lt;br /&gt;e não ver a paisagem dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;de mar?&lt;br /&gt;De que valeria correr pelas estrofes e não&lt;br /&gt;deitar as letras no mais belo poemas&lt;br /&gt;sem tua companhia e teu amo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nada valeria soltar minha voz&lt;br /&gt;se um dia te perdesse de vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo já está escrito,&lt;br /&gt;então Deus já o sabia&lt;br /&gt;tão meu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEL MONTENEGRO&lt;br /&gt;14.10.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-6480670289876962528?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/6480670289876962528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/10/nada-valeria-pena.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/6480670289876962528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/6480670289876962528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/10/nada-valeria-pena.html' title='Nada Valeria à Pena'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TLZ28aMs-bI/AAAAAAAABB0/eP9dXB4jIZc/s72-c/573517882014174vf8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-2045047990819950059</id><published>2010-10-02T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T22:04:53.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OS FALSOS PASTORES</title><content type='html'>Nos três Salmos das últimas três mensagens vimos o verdadeiro Pastor, que morreu, ressuscitou e voltará. Neste capítulo 10 do evangelho de João, Jesus é o legítimo pastor, que entra pela porta do aprisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os fariseus, que resistem a ele, são chamados de ladrões e salteadores. Seu intento é manter o rebanho preso e explorá-lo para benefício próprio. Quando alguém decide seguir a Jesus, como fez o cego depois de curado, esse é expulso e perseguido pelos falsos pastores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário do Pastor verdadeiro, que vai à frente das ovelhas e é espontaneamente seguido por elas, os falsos pastores tocam suas ovelhas, como se costuma fazer com o gado. Eles as sobrecarregam com fardos de regras que eles próprios não seriam capazes de levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas ovelhas não os seguem pela gratidão de terem sido salvas e libertas de seus pecados, mas pelo medo de serem castigadas, como acontecia com os pais do cego que foi curado. Não são pessoas atraídas pela voz do verdadeiro Pastor, mas aprisionadas pelo terror das ameaças feitas pelos falsos guias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma ovelha de Jesus sabe que o seu Pastor não a levará por um caminho que ele próprio já não tenha percorrido. Sua sensação não é de aprisionamento, mas de liberdade. Afinal, Jesus promete: &lt;i&gt;"se alguém entrar por mim, salvar-se-á, e entrará, e sairá, e achará pastagens... eu vim para que tenham vida e a tenham com abundância"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma ovelha de Jesus não se torna ovelha por segui-lo. Ela o segue por ser ovelha, uma natureza que recebeu ao nascer de novo. Deus dá a ela a capacidade de discernir a voz do verdadeiro Pastor e fugir do falso. As ovelhas de Jesus &lt;i&gt;"o seguem, porque conhecem a sua voz. Mas, de modo nenhum, seguirão o estranho; antes, fugirão dele, porque não conhecem a voz dos estranhos"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A diferença entre Jesus e os falsos pastores, é que Jesus, sendo rico, se fez pobre por amor de suas ovelhas. Ele deu tudo por elas, inclusive a própria vida, sem pedir nada em troca. Os falsos pastores, por sua vez, sendo pobres, querem ficar ricos às custas das ovelhas. Por isso, neste capítulo, são chamados de mercenários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dicionário define mercenário como alguém que faz as coisas interessado apenas no dinheiro. No capítulo 3 de 2 Timóteo encontramos a condição da cristandade nos últimos dias, isto é, hoje. Ali vemos homens amantes de si mesmos e avarentos, fazendo o papel de Janes e Jambres, os magos de Faraó que imitavam os milagres que Deus fazia através de Moisés. 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/&gt;Mas de uma coisa sei&lt;br /&gt;Por toda a minha vida te adorarei&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(REFRÃO)&lt;br /&gt;Adorar é o que sei&lt;br /&gt;Adorar é o que sou&lt;br /&gt;Nada pode calar um adorador&lt;br /&gt;Não existem prisões&lt;br /&gt;Que contenham a voz de quem te adora, oh Senhor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Se eu vencer&lt;br /&gt;Se eu perder&lt;br /&gt;Se eu subir&lt;br /&gt;Se eu descer&lt;br /&gt;Te adorar é o meu prazer&lt;br /&gt;Minha força vem do Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Nada pode calar um adorador&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-2049700050602051969?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/2049700050602051969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Deus É Fiel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nani Azevedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sim, Deus é fiel para cumprir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Toda palavra dita a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Deus é fiel, Deus é fiel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sim, Deus é fiel, para cumprir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Toda promessa feita a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Deus é fiel, Deus é fiel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Eu não morrerei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Que ele mesmo sonhou pra ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Então viverás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Em santidade e adoração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Pois é só dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Somente dele o teu coração!&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/5332373410226139845-3413951002946911002?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/3413951002946911002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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pouco de si,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;levam um pouco de nós.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div   style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:&amp;quot;;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-6695333038209382301</id><published>2010-08-21T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T23:23:29.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WESLEY</title><content type='html'>Hoje amo-te mais que ontem&lt;br /&gt;e tua lembrança me tira o sono&lt;br /&gt;e me dá pensamentos bons!&lt;br /&gt;Estamos unidos no trabalho edificante&lt;br /&gt;de DEUS e isso anima nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;e entrelaça nossos destinos...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje admiro-te mais que ontem&lt;br /&gt;porque sei que contigo posso&lt;br /&gt;contar em todos os momentos&lt;br /&gt;e em todas as horas&lt;br /&gt;e nada e nem a cronologia&lt;br /&gt;pode nos separar!&lt;br /&gt;Arquiteto desse AMOR é DEUS!&lt;br /&gt;Arquitetos desse caminho&lt;br /&gt;somos nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reinodosgifs.net" title="Reino dos Gifs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/THDAptMaFgI/AAAAAAAABAo/MJuKxUotCBs/s320/LG+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508114167012922882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(180, 95, 6); font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recomeça.....se puderes,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(180, 95, 6); font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sem angústia e sem pressa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(180, 95, 6); font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e, os passos que deres,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(180, 95, 6); font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nesse caminho duro do futuro,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(180, 95, 6); font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dá-os em liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(180, 95, 6); font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enquanto não alcances&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(180, 95, 6); font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;não descanses, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(180, 95, 6); font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;de nenhum fruto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(180, 95, 6); font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;queiras só a metade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(180, 95, 6); font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Miguel Torga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-3993970550374483748</id><published>2010-08-21T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T22:26:51.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROCURA-SE UM AMIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/THC07pNO-5I/AAAAAAAABAU/ppo8lrIZ1Ls/s1600/amigo_amiga_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/THC07pNO-5I/AAAAAAAABAU/ppo8lrIZ1Ls/s320/amigo_amiga_014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508101281040759698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procura-se um amigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Não precisa ser homem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;basta ser humano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;basta ter sentimentos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;basta ter coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Precisa saber falar e calar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;sobretudo saber ouvir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Deve ter amor ou então &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;sentir falta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;de não ter esse amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Deve amar o próximo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;e respeitar a dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;que os passantes levam consigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/span&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/5332373410226139845-3993970550374483748?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/3993970550374483748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/08/procura-se-um-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-2519820032247530375</id><published>2010-08-21T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T22:05:59.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEFINIÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/THCwD6azyII/AAAAAAAABAI/0_g6b4h7K_w/s1600/result.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/THCwD6azyII/AAAAAAAABAI/0_g6b4h7K_w/s320/result.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508095925541914754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me prendo a nada que me defina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sou companhia, mas posso ser  solidão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tranquilidade e inconstância. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Pedra e coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sou abraços,  sorrisos, ânimo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;bom humor, sarcasmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;preguiça e sono! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Música alta e  silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Serei o que você quiser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;mas só quando eu quiser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Não me  limito, não sou cruel comigo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Serei sempre apego pelo que vale a  pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; e desapego pelo que não quer valer…  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;“Suponho que me entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; não é uma questão de inteligência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;e sim de sentir, de entrar em  contato... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ou toca, ou não toca."     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-2519820032247530375?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/2519820032247530375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/08/definicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/2519820032247530375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/2519820032247530375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/08/definicao.html' title='DEFINIÇÃO'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/THCwD6azyII/AAAAAAAABAI/0_g6b4h7K_w/s72-c/result.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-6258230454200595838</id><published>2010-08-21T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T21:59:13.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/THCr0PRAkrI/AAAAAAAAA_0/rdVfklTHcsw/s1600/secret+garden+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/THCr0PRAkrI/AAAAAAAAA_0/rdVfklTHcsw/s320/secret+garden+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508091258213536434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Adeline/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tab_original sideBySide lyricArea "&gt; &lt;strong class="editable_area"&gt; Secret Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a id="info_url_artist" href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/bruce-springsteen/"&gt;Bruce Springsteen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt; She'll let you in her house&lt;br /&gt;If you come knockin' late at night&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you in her mouth&lt;br /&gt;If the words you say are right&lt;br /&gt;If you pay the price&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But there's a secret garden she hides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you in her car&lt;br /&gt;To go drivin' 'round&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you into the parts of herself&lt;br /&gt;That'll bring you down&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you in her heart&lt;br /&gt;If you got a hammer and a vise&lt;br /&gt;But into her secret garden, don't think twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gone a million miles&lt;br /&gt;How far'd you get&lt;br /&gt;To that place where you can't remember&lt;br /&gt;And you can't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll lead you down a path&lt;br /&gt;There'll be tenderness in the air&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you come just far enough&lt;br /&gt;So you know she's really there&lt;br /&gt;She'll look at you and smile&lt;br /&gt;And her eyes will say&lt;br /&gt;She's got a secret garden&lt;br /&gt;Where everything you want&lt;br /&gt;Where everything you need&lt;br /&gt;Will always stay&lt;br /&gt;A million miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="tab_traducao sideBySide lyricArea tab_tra_pt"&gt; &lt;strong class="editable_area"&gt;secret garden (tradução)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="info_url_artist_traducao" href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/bruce-springsteen/"&gt;Bruce Springsteen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="reviewBox-review" href="javascript:%20void(0)" onclick="vagalume.lyrics.correction.add('tab_traducao')"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt; Secret Garden (Jardim Secreto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela deixará você entrar em sua casa&lt;br /&gt;Se você chegar batendo tarde da noite&lt;br /&gt;Ela te levará até sua boca&lt;br /&gt;Se as palavras que você disser estiverem certas&lt;br /&gt;Se você pagar o preço&lt;br /&gt;Ela irá te deixar lá dentro&lt;br /&gt;Mas lá tem um jardim secreto que ela esconde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela deixará você entrar em seu carro&lt;br /&gt;Para dirigir por aí&lt;br /&gt;Ela levará às partes de seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Que vão te deixar pra baixo&lt;br /&gt;Ela te levará ao seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Se você conseguir um martelo e um torno&lt;br /&gt;Mas pelo seu jardim secreto, não pense duas vezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você foi a milhões de milhas&lt;br /&gt;Quão longe você chegou&lt;br /&gt;Para aquele lugar que você não consegue lembrar&lt;br /&gt;E você não pode esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela irá te guiar pra baixo do trajeto&lt;br /&gt;Lá existirá ternura no ar&lt;br /&gt;Ela irá te deixar ir longe o suficiente&lt;br /&gt;Então você sabe que ela realmente está lá&lt;br /&gt;Ela irá olhar pra você e sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E seus olhos irão dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que ela tem um jardim secreto&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo que você quer&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo que você precisa&lt;br /&gt;Sempre irá ficar&lt;br /&gt;A milhões de milhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="playphoneAd"&gt;&lt;table style="width: 61px; height: 24px;" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-6258230454200595838?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/6258230454200595838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/08/secret-garden-bruce-springsteen-shell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/6258230454200595838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-7358190101230608821</id><published>2010-08-21T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T21:28:45.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SÓ MÃE SABERIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu tinha uns dois anos e meio. Alguém tinha me dado um "jogo de chá" de presente e era um dos meus brinquedos favoritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papai estava na sala vendo o noticiário na TV, quando eu trouxe para ele uma "xícara de chá", que na realidade era apenas água. Após várias xícaras de chá, e com eu recebendo elogios entusiasmados do papai a cada xícara servida, minha mãe chegou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu pai a fez se sentar na sala para me ver trazendo a ele uma xícara de chá, porque era "a coisa mais fofa do mundo!" Minha mãe esperou, e então, lá vinha eu pelo corredor com uma xícara de chá para o papai e ela o viu beber todo o chá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então ela disse (apenas uma mãe saberia);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Passou pela sua mente que o único lugar onde ela alcança água é na privada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os pais não pensam igual às mães.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;img id="ecx_x0000_i1025" src="http://65.55.40.215/att/GetInline.aspx?messageid=90a35161-ad31-11df-84d2-002264c19752&amp;amp;attindex=0&amp;amp;cp=-1&amp;amp;attdepth=0&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a025F9C01029D43AF9ACBDAD03DB5C226%40corpvs.com.br&amp;amp;shared=1&amp;amp;hm__login=del_67&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.12.164.8&amp;amp;d=d1082&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Sun%2c%2022%20Aug%202010%2004%3a23%3a21%20GMT&amp;amp;st=del_67&amp;amp;hm__ha=01_f063a0f896bbc34f3ec4d0fb5ff953cdc659ed04929e829be1558b091c045656&amp;amp;oneredir=1" border="0" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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/5332373410226139845-7358190101230608821?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/7358190101230608821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-mae-saberia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/7358190101230608821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/7358190101230608821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-mae-saberia.html' title='SÓ MÃE SABERIA'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-6452311365598872692</id><published>2010-08-21T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T21:16:18.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/THCkaF6rCHI/AAAAAAAAA_o/eTZ3HiD3bhA/s1600/velhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/THCkaF6rCHI/AAAAAAAAA_o/eTZ3HiD3bhA/s320/velhos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508083112445937778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando eu estiver velhinha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estiver velhinha, vou morar um pouco com cada filho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e dar tantas alegrias. . . Do jeito que eles me deram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero retribuir tudo o que recebi deles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fazendo as mesmas coisas! Oh, eles vão adorar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escreverei nas paredes com lápis de cores diversas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pularei nos sofás de sapatos e tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberei das garrafas e as deixarei fora da geladeira,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entupirei de papel as privadas e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como Eles Ficarão Bravos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estiverem no telefone e não puderem me alcançar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou aproveitar para brincar com açúcar ou água sanitária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles vão balançar suas cabeças e correr atrás de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas eu estarei escondida embaixo da cama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me chamarem para o jantar que  fizeram,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não vou comer as verduras, as saladas ou a carne,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou engasgar com o quiabo e derramar leite na mesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando se zangarem, corro - se for capaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentarei bem perto da TV e vou mudar de canal o tempo todo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tirarei as meias e perderei sempre um pé,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e vou brincar na lama até o final do dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mais tarde já deitada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou agradecer a Deus por tudo e fechar meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e meus filhos vão olhar para mim com um meio sorriso e vão dizer,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é tão doce quando está dormindo!"Será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AUTOR DESCONHECIDO)&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/5332373410226139845-6452311365598872692?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/6452311365598872692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/08/quando-eu-estiver-velhinha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/6452311365598872692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/6452311365598872692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/08/quando-eu-estiver-velhinha.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/THCkaF6rCHI/AAAAAAAAA_o/eTZ3HiD3bhA/s72-c/velhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-7649395453216137407</id><published>2010-08-08T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:59:54.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.ebuddy.com/widgets/loginbox/custom_login.html?version=large&amp;amp;language=pt-BR" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="width: 300px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TF0Cvx9mPYI/AAAAAAAAA_U/4qICyGUXlWQ/s320/thumbnail.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502557339605417346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr class="Linha"&gt;             &lt;div&gt;        &lt;h2 class="Titulo2"&gt;Ayrton Senna da Silva&lt;/h2&gt;        Deus é forte, Ele é grande, e quando Ele quer não tem quem não queira.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;hr class="Linha"&gt;             &lt;div&gt;        &lt;h2 class="Titulo2"&gt;B. Baruch&lt;/h2&gt;        Vote no homem que menos promete. Ele te desapontará menos.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;hr class="Linha"&gt;             &lt;div&gt;        &lt;h2 class="Titulo2"&gt;Bertrand Russell&lt;/h2&gt;        Muitos homens cometem o erro de substituir o conhecimento pela afirmação de que é verdade aquilo que desejam.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;hr class="Linha"&gt;             &lt;div&gt;        &lt;h2 class="Titulo2"&gt;Bill Eardley&lt;/h2&gt;        Ambição é o caminho para o sucesso. Persistência é o veículo no qual se chega lá.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;hr class="Linha"&gt;             &lt;div&gt;        &lt;h2 class="Titulo2"&gt;Billy Wilder&lt;/h2&gt;        Lembre-se de que és tão bom como o que de melhor tiveres feito na vida.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;hr class="Linha"&gt;             &lt;div&gt;        &lt;h2 class="Titulo2"&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/h2&gt;        Quando não se tem nada, não há nada a perder.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;hr class="Linha"&gt;             &lt;div&gt;        &lt;h2 class="Titulo2"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/h2&gt; Os ventos que as vezes tiram algo que amamos, são os mesmos que trazem algo que aprendemos a amar.. Por isso não devemos chorar pelo que nos foi tirado e sim, aprender a amar o que nos foi dado. Pois tudo aquilo que é realmente nosso, nunca se vai para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;hr class="Linha"&gt;                     &lt;h2 class="Titulo2"&gt;Bud Wilkinson&lt;/h2&gt;        Aquele que tentou e não conseguiu, é superior àquele que não tentou.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;        &lt;h2 class="Titulo2"&gt;Autor: Acyr Salgarello&lt;/h2&gt;        Faça tudo com entusiasmo. Faça tudo da melhor maneira possível. Faça tudo com grandeza e dignidade.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;hr class="Linha"&gt;             &lt;span&gt;        &lt;h2 class="Titulo2"&gt;Autor: Albert Einstein&lt;/h2&gt;        O homem que acha a própria vida sem sentido não é apenas um infeliz, mas é quase indigno de viver.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;hr class="Linha"&gt;             &lt;span&gt;        &lt;h2 class="Titulo2"&gt;Autor: Albert Einstein&lt;/h2&gt;        Eu nunca ensino aos meus alunos. Somente tento criar condições nas quais eles possam aprender.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;hr class="Linha"&gt;             &lt;span&gt;        &lt;h2 class="Titulo2"&gt;Autor: Albert Einstein&lt;/h2&gt;        É mais fácil mudar a natureza do plutônio do que mudar a natureza maldosa do homem.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;hr class="Linha"&gt;             &lt;span&gt;        &lt;h2 class="Titulo2"&gt;Autor: Albert Einstein&lt;/h2&gt;        A imaginação é mais importante do que o conhecimento.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;hr class="Linha"&gt;             &lt;span&gt;        &lt;h2 class="Titulo2"&gt;Autor: Albert Einstein&lt;/h2&gt;        Deus é hábil, mas nunca enganador.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;hr class="Linha"&gt;             &lt;span&gt;        &lt;h2 class="Titulo2"&gt;Autor: Alexandre Pope&lt;/h2&gt;        Algumas pessoas nunca aprendem nada porque entendem tudo muito depressa.       &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/5332373410226139845-440267027441873759?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/440267027441873759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/08/ayrton-senna-da-silva-deus-e-forte-ele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/440267027441873759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/440267027441873759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/08/ayrton-senna-da-silva-deus-e-forte-ele.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TF0Cvx9mPYI/AAAAAAAAA_U/4qICyGUXlWQ/s72-c/thumbnail.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-1677439241090777711</id><published>2010-07-24T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:10:34.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFEIÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TEvGAmXUHnI/AAAAAAAAA-k/BxxPSdPzQ_M/s1600/abertura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TEvGAmXUHnI/AAAAAAAAA-k/BxxPSdPzQ_M/s320/abertura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497705483736456818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu busco a perfeição&lt;br /&gt;e a imaginação no coração do tempo&lt;br /&gt;voa...&lt;br /&gt;Resoa a lenta tarde de setembro,&lt;br /&gt;onde a lágrima não caiu...&lt;br /&gt;O rio dos meus olhos clamando&lt;br /&gt;por estar tão amargo o doce do tema,&lt;br /&gt;envolto na pintura fúnebre&lt;br /&gt;da minha dor no teu poema...&lt;br /&gt;Assim como&lt;br /&gt;a noiva árabe como obra de arte,&lt;br /&gt;não arde mais o dilema&lt;br /&gt;mas a lembrança&lt;br /&gt;vive na sorte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEL MONTENEGRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-1677439241090777711?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/1677439241090777711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/07/perfeicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/1677439241090777711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/1677439241090777711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/07/perfeicao.html' title='PERFEIÇÃO'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TEvGAmXUHnI/AAAAAAAAA-k/BxxPSdPzQ_M/s72-c/abertura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-8437216693689414729</id><published>2010-07-24T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:49:44.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AO MEU AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TFz52aEEraI/AAAAAAAAA_I/vTRydFoe6dQ/s1600/IMG_6731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TFz52aEEraI/AAAAAAAAA_I/vTRydFoe6dQ/s320/IMG_6731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502547557844561314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TEvFckv6LeI/AAAAAAAAA-U/NQgYug9wCII/s1600/catleyad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se eu procurasse as palavras mais belas do&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; jamais conseguiria expressar o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chamasdapaixao.com/paixao/a_minha_primeira_paixao.html#" onclick="'hwClick(" style="border-bottom: 1px dotted; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" onmouseover="'hwShow(event," cursor="hand" textdecoration="underline" borderbottom="solid" onmouseout="'hideMaybe(this," cursor="hand" textdecoration="underline" borderbottom="dotted 1px" oncontextmenu="return false;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;amor que sinto por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;taghw style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; É algo além da razão e da imaginação que só um coração &lt;a href="http://www.chamasdapaixao.com/paixao/a_minha_primeira_paixao.html#" onclick="'hwClick(" style="border-bottom: 1px dotted; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-decoration: underline;" onmouseover="'hwShow(event," cursor="hand" textdecoration="underline" borderbottom="solid" onmouseout="'hideMaybe(this," cursor="hand" textdecoration="underline" borderbottom="dotted 1px" oncontextmenu="return false;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;apaixonado é capaz de sentir.&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Eu te amo pela sensibilidade que lhe torna especial em um mundo tão comum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Existem pessoas que convivem anos e anos com a gente e pouco acrescentam, outras pelo contrário surgem em nossas vidas e sem que a gente perceba gravam o nosso nome em sua existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Há pessoas que marcam nossas vidas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Você é uma delas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Eu preciso tanto de você, não sei se da pra entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Nem a distância,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; nem a saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; nem a ausência pode tirar de nossas vidas o que se torna especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Quantas e quantas vezes o destino nos coloca em situações complicadas, parece que ele gosta de brincar com a gente, pois em nossos corações quase nunca se apresenta em caminhos retos e lisos mais sim cheios de obstáculos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Se tudo fosse claro e de fácil entendimento os relacionamentos amorosos seriam como contos de fadas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; As pessoas não se tornam especiais pela maneira de ser ou agir…, mas simples profundidade com que atingem os nossos corações e nos leva a viver e sonhar intensamente mas entre todas as duvidas guarde sempre essa verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Você é especial!                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/TBfMzUyKoyI/AAAAAAAAA3g/pWb27UOBdF8/s320/tristeza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483076253471384354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Foi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dado o pontapé inicial, tocou o Hino Nacional, Galvão Bueno gritou empolgado e os fogos de artifício perfuraram estrondosamente a minha dor de saudade...Minha mãe não está mais aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela que toda vaidosa, se sentava de verde e amarelo de frente pra TV e se entusiasmava com cada jogada, sorria com a boca, com os olhos, com toda sua doçura... Levantava na hora que o Hino Nacional tocava e demonstrava um amor e um respeito que não vejo em mais ninguém...Todo mundo junto assistindo ao jogo, todos alegres e eu aqui tão só... Minha mãe não está mais aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo que queria agora, era ver sua cadeirinha de balanço com ela sentadinha toda impaciente e sempre cheia de fé na nossa seleção; Umas vezes orando, outras vezes tomando a vez do técnico e imaginariamente trocando jogadores de lugar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A saudade está aqui comigo e minha mãe não mais está...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-1837220695352111395?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/1837220695352111395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para uma amor assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada dia de minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para um amor assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada sonho que eu tiver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para um amor assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada plano que eu realizar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para um amor assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada lágrima que eu NÃO chorar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para um amor assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada poema que eu fizer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para um amor assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada dia que nascer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para um amor assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada alegria que eu tiver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para um amor assim como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o teu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada gota de meu suor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para um amor assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como o teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada música que eu cantar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para um amor assim como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o nosso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada um novo acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para um amor assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como o nosso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada obstáculo que passarmos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para um amor assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cada oração para proteger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para um amor assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada dia de viver!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04.05.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S-DCxdB7sRI/AAAAAAAAAvc/xIdWDEEIX2c/s72-c/0109_IMG_7205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-1599635692007900776</id><published>2010-04-19T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:02:41.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOSPEL GRÁTIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gospelgratis.k6.com.br/" target="_blank" title="Download de músicas gospel grátis"&gt;&lt;img alt="Baixe músicas gospel grátis!!!" 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez a mais rica, forte e profunda experiência da caminhada humana seja a de ter um filho. Plena de emoções, por vezes angustiantes, serem pai ou mãe é provar os limites que constituem o sal e o mel do ato de amar alguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Quando nascem, os filhos comovem por sua fragilidade, seus imensos olhos, sua inocência e graça. Basta vê-los para que o coração se alargue em riso e cor. Um sorriso é capaz de abrir as portas de um paraíso. Eles chegam à nossa vida com promessas de amor incondicional. Dependem de nosso amor, dos cuidados que temos. E retribuem com gestos que enternecem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas os anos passam e os filhos crescem. Escolhem seus próprios caminhos, parceiros e profissões. Trilham novos rumos, afastam-se da matriz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;O tempo se encarrega da formação de novas famílias. Os netos nascem. Envelhecemos. E, então, algo começa a mudar. Os filhos já não têm pelos pais aquela atitude de antes. Parece que agora só os ouvem para fazer críticas, reclamar, apontar falhas . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Já não brilha mais nos olhos deles aquela admiração da infância e isso é uma dor imensa para os pais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Por mais que disfarcem, todo pai e mãe percebem as mínimas faíscas no olho de um filho. É quando pais, idosos, dizem para si mesmos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Que fiz eu? Por que o encanto acabou? Por que meu filho já não me tem como seu herói particular? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Apenas passaram-se alguns anos e parece que foram esquecidos os cuidados e a sabedoria que antes era referência para tudo na vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Aos poucos, a atitude dos filhos se torna cada vez, mas impertinente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Praticamente não ouvem mais os conselhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;A cada dia demonstram mais impaciência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Acham que os pais têm opiniões superadas, antigas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Pior é quando implicam com as manias, os hábitos antigos, as velhas músicas. E tenta fazer os velhos pais se adaptarem aos novos tempos, aos novos costumes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Quanto mais envelhecem os pais, mais os filhos assumem o controle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Quando eles estão bem idosos, já não decidem o que querem fazer ou o que desejam comer e beber. Raramente são ouvidos, quando tentam fazer algo diferente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Passeios, comida, roupas, médicos - tudo passa a ser decidido pelos filhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;E, no entanto, os pais estão apenas idosos. Mas continuam em plena posse da mente. Por que então desrespeitá-los? Por que tratá-los como se fossem inúteis ou crianças sem discernimento? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Sim, é o que a maioria dos filhos faz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Dá ordens aos pais, trata-os como se não tivessem opinião ou capacidade de decisão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;E, no entanto, no fundo daqueles olhos cercados de rugas, há tanto amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Naquelas mãos trêmulas, há sempre um gesto que abençoa, acaricia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;A cada dia que nasce, lembre-se, está mais perto o dia da separação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; Um dia, o velho pai já não estará aqui. O cheiro familiar da mãe estará ausente. As roupas favoritas para sempre dobradas sobre a cama, os chinelos em um canto qualquer da casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Então, valorize o tempo de agora com os pais idosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;. Paciência com eles quando se recusam a tomar os remédios, quando falam interminavelmente sobre doenças, quando se queixam de tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Abrace-os apenas, enxugue suas lágrimas ouça suas histórias (mesmo que sejam repetidas) e dê-lhes atenção, afeto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Acredite: dentro daquele velho coração brotarão todas as flores da esperança e da alegria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;A felicidade não é uma ausência de problemas; mas a capacidade de lidar com eles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; margin-left: 7.62cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; margin-left: 7.62cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; margin-left: 7.62cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;H. Jackson Brown Jr. &lt;/span&gt;&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/5332373410226139845-5911889989434520540?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/5911889989434520540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/03/os-pais-envelhecem-talvez-mais-rica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/5911889989434520540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/5911889989434520540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/03/os-pais-envelhecem-talvez-mais-rica.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S6V43BnBkMI/AAAAAAAAAu8/KHhibb2gJaU/s72-c/idosos51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-5353410682249515359</id><published>2010-03-14T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T05:29:37.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S5zVtCLTkhI/AAAAAAAAAu0/-ESIMFTsUcg/s1600-h/9754flores2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S5zVtCLTkhI/AAAAAAAAAu0/-ESIMFTsUcg/s320/9754flores2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448464618866577938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Um dia o sol vai se pôr&lt;br /&gt;e eu não estarei nem aqui,&lt;br /&gt;nem aí e nem tão pouco&lt;br /&gt;lá...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia meu violão terá outros&lt;br /&gt;acordes,&lt;br /&gt;o de não te lembrar!&lt;br /&gt;Um dia o poema só será&lt;br /&gt;letra na lápide fria e tão branca&lt;br /&gt;como a nossa lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;adormecida no leito da singela&lt;br /&gt;caligrafia,&lt;br /&gt;para marcar na tua memória,&lt;br /&gt;aquele tempo que eu te amava&lt;br /&gt;e que ainda te queria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.03.2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-5353410682249515359?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/5353410682249515359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-dia-o-sol-vai-se-por-e-eu-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/5353410682249515359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/5353410682249515359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-dia-o-sol-vai-se-por-e-eu-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S5zVtCLTkhI/AAAAAAAAAu0/-ESIMFTsUcg/s72-c/9754flores2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-5403725788392875084</id><published>2010-03-07T00:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:29:34.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PORQUE SERÁ QUE VC NUNCA ME DEU UMA CHANCE? TC</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Chance????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Del7"&gt;PERGUNTE-ME QUE TE RESPONDO!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-5403725788392875084?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/5403725788392875084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/03/porque-sera-que-vc-nunca-me-deu-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/5403725788392875084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/5403725788392875084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/03/porque-sera-que-vc-nunca-me-deu-uma.html' title='PORQUE SERÁ QUE VC NUNCA ME DEU UMA CHANCE? TC'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-6934602730697541925</id><published>2010-03-02T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:34:08.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EU TE AMO MÃE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-6934602730697541925?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/6934602730697541925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-te-amo-mae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/6934602730697541925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/6934602730697541925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-te-amo-mae.html' title=''/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-3526735592707972485</id><published>2010-02-10T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:49:12.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Arnaldo Jabor e mais uma dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;table style="width: 100%;" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 99.68%;" valign="top" width="99%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;"&gt;Estamos com fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;me de amor... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(JORNAL O DIA! Arnaldo Jabor) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que temos visto por ai ???&lt;br /&gt;Baladas recheadas de garotas lindas, com roupas cada vez mais micros e transparentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com suas danças e poses em closes ginecológicos, cada vez mais siliconadas, corpos esculpidos por cirurgias plasticas, como se fossem ao supermercado e pedissem o corte como se quer... mas???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegam sozinhas e saem sozinhas...&lt;br /&gt;Empresários, advogados, engenheiros, analistas, e outros mais que estudaram, estudaram, trabalharam, alcançaram sucesso profissional e, sozinhos...&lt;br /&gt;Tem mulher contratando homem para dançar com elas em bailes, os novíssimos "personal dancer", incrível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não é só sexo não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse, era resolvido fácil, alguém dúvida?&lt;br /&gt;Sexo se encontra nos classificados, nas esquinas, em qualquer lugar, mas apenas sexo!&lt;br /&gt;Estamos é com carência de passear de mãos dadas, dar e receber carinho, sem necessariamente, ter que depois mostrar performances dignas de um atleta olímpico na cama ... sexo de academia . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer um jantar pra quem você gosta e depois saber que vão "apenas" dormir abraçadinhos,&lt;br /&gt;sem se preocuparem com as posições cabalisticas...&lt;br /&gt;Sabe essas coisas simples, que perdemos nessa marcha de uma evolução cega.&lt;br /&gt;Pode fazer tudo, desde que não interrompa a carreira, a produção...&lt;br /&gt;Tornamo-nos máquinas, e agora estamos desesperados por não saber como voltar a "sentir", só isso, algo tão simples que a cada dia fica tão distante de nós...&lt;br /&gt;Quem duvida do que estou dizendo, dá uma olhada nos sites de relacionamentos "ORKUT", "PAR-PERFEITO" e tantos outros, veja o número de comunidades como: "Quero um amor pra vida toda!", "Eu sou pra casar!" até a desesperançada "Nasci pra viver sozinho!"&lt;br /&gt;Unindo milhares, ou melhor, milhões de solitários, em meio a uma multidão de rostos cada vez mais estranhos, plásticos, quase etéreos e inacessíveis, se olharmos as fotos de antigamente, pode ter certeza de que não são as mesmas pessoas, mulheres lindas se plastificando, se mutilando em nome da tal "beleza"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos cada vez mais tempo, retardamos o envelhecimento, e percebemos a cada dia mulheres e homens  com cara de bonecas, sem rugas, sorriso preso e cada vez  mais sozinhos...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que estou parecendo o solteirão infeliz, mas pelo contrário...&lt;br /&gt;Pra chegar a escrever essas bobagens?? (mais que verdadeiras) é preciso ter a coragem de encarar os fantasmas de frente e aceitar essa verdade de cara limpa...&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo quer ter alguém ao seu lado, mas hoje em dia isso é julgado como feio, démodê, brega, familias preconceituosas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alô gente!!! Felicidade, amor, todas essas emoções fazem-nos parecer ridículos, abobalhados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas e daí?  Seja ridículo, mas seja feliz e não seja frustrado...&lt;br /&gt;"Pague mico", saia gritando e falando o que sente, demonstre amor...&lt;br /&gt;Você vai descobrir mais cedo ou mais tarde que o tempo pra ser feliz é curto, e cada instante que vai embora não volta mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perceba aquela pessoa que passou hoje por você na rua, talvez nunca mais volte a vê-la, ou talvez a pessoa que nada tem haver com o que imaginou mas que pode ser a mulher da sua vida...&lt;br /&gt;E, quem sabe ali estivesse a oportunidade de um sorriso a dois...&lt;br /&gt;Quem disse que ser adulto é ser ranzinza ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ditado tibetano diz: "Se um problema é grande demais, não pense nele...  E, se ele é pequeno demais, pra quê pensar nele?"&lt;br /&gt;Dá pra ser um homem de negócios e tomar iogurte com o dedo, assistir desenho animado, rir de bobagens e ou ser um profissional de sucesso, que adora rir de si mesmo por ser estabanado...&lt;br /&gt;O que realmente, não dá é para continuarmos achando que viver é out... ou in...&lt;br /&gt;Que o vento não pode desmanchar o nosso cabelo, que temos que querer a nossa mulher 24 horas, maquiada, e que ela tenha que ter o corpo das frutas tão em moda, na TV, e também na playboy e nos banheiros, eu duvido que nós homens queiramos uma mulher assim para viver ao nosso lado, para ser a mãe dos nossos filhos, gostamos sim de olhar, e imaginar a gostosa, mas é só isso, as mulheres inteligentes entendem e compreendem isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queira do seu lado a mulher inteligente: "Vamos ter bons e maus momentos e uma hora ou outra, um dos dois, ou quem sabe os dois, vão querer pular fora, mas se eu não pedir que fique comigo, tenho certeza de que vou me arrepender pelo resto da vida"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque ter medo de dizer isso, porque ter medo de dizer: "amo você", "fica comigo", então não se importe com a opinião dos outros, seja feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes ser idiota para as pessoas que infeliz para si mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;Para ler, divulgar e . . . praticar !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-8063899343966811827</id><published>2010-02-03T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:05:44.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S2lmhsuW-_I/AAAAAAAAAuo/Z-J-YcZHKUw/s1600-h/y1pjGNdugnovvFJsy1ZR9cf0Ehecn6l62yZ4niR9juXF5QOhzbw5i0ggxpkTL_a5Tfw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-2504118037000937667</id><published>2010-01-10T22:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:03:49.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ETERNIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S0q_RL62XJI/AAAAAAAAAuY/vVipCHs2Qm4/s1600-h/A%252BIMAGEM%252BDO%252BCASAL%252BABRA%25C3%2587ADOS,%252BAMOR%252BE%252BAFETO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S0q_RL62XJI/AAAAAAAAAuY/vVipCHs2Qm4/s320/A%252BIMAGEM%252BDO%252BCASAL%252BABRA%25C3%2587ADOS,%252BAMOR%252BE%252BAFETO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425359003099487378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você adoçou minhas lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bem sei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas ainda deixastes o amargor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;da tua saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O tempo é testemunha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de todo amor quero te dar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 ano é muito pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por toda a eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que sonhei em te encontrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;br /&gt;11.01.2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-2504118037000937667?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/2504118037000937667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/01/eternidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/2504118037000937667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/2504118037000937667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/01/eternidade.html' title='ETERNIDADE'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S0q_RL62XJI/AAAAAAAAAuY/vVipCHs2Qm4/s72-c/A%252BIMAGEM%252BDO%252BCASAL%252BABRA%25C3%2587ADOS,%252BAMOR%252BE%252BAFETO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-5606242603476942820</id><published>2010-01-10T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:52:07.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S0q8QOggtzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tOsViaj9oFM/s1600-h/1224386908_solidao_ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S0q8QOggtzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tOsViaj9oFM/s320/1224386908_solidao_ii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425355688079570738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando não há palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="cabecalho" class="cor_2"&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a id="identificador_artista" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/voices/"&gt;Voices&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não há palavras&lt;br /&gt; Que possam expressar&lt;br /&gt; A intensidade do amor&lt;br /&gt; Que sinto por você...&lt;br /&gt; Queria inventar&lt;br /&gt; Uma palavra inédita e especial,&lt;br /&gt; Que eu pudesse recitar pra você,&lt;br /&gt; Em meio a poesias apaixonadas...&lt;br /&gt; Enquanto eu não invento essa palavra...&lt;br /&gt; Olhe nos meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt; Você vai encontrar um amor inédito só pra você...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu te amo, mesmo quando não há palavras&lt;br /&gt; Eu te amo, mesmo quando não há sorrisos&lt;br /&gt; Eu te amo, te amo...&lt;br /&gt; Eu preciso te dizer: eu te amo!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-5606242603476942820?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/5606242603476942820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/01/quando-nao-ha-palavras-voices-nao-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-6683996705798353777</id><published>2010-01-06T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:52:22.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor Romântico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S0WEdixLHyI/AAAAAAAAAuI/S1X5MiYEsIQ/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S0WEdixLHyI/AAAAAAAAAuI/S1X5MiYEsIQ/s320/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423886969321758498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt" name="HOTWordsTxt"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O amor romântico é como um traje, que, como não é eterno, dura tanto quanto dura; e, em breve, sob a veste do ideal que formámos, que se esfacela, surge o corpo real da pessoa humana, em que o vestimos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O amor romântico, portanto, é um caminho de desilusão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Só o não é quando a desilusão, aceite desde o príncipio, decide variar de ideal constantemente, tecer constantemente, nas oficinas da alma, novos trajes, com que constantemente se renove o aspecto da criatura, por eles vestida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-6683996705798353777?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/6683996705798353777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-amor-romantico.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/6683996705798353777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/6683996705798353777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-amor-romantico.html' title='O Amor Romântico'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S0WEdixLHyI/AAAAAAAAAuI/S1X5MiYEsIQ/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-2151441482901290552</id><published>2010-01-06T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:05:19.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOS  MEUS POROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S0UV09IYehI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Psfpnj3GBBc/s1600-h/TATOO11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S0UV09IYehI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Psfpnj3GBBc/s320/TATOO11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423765325744732690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Está empregnada em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;os sons,melodias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e letras das músicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que tatuastes na minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pele com tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;língua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinto falta da tua respiração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no meu umbigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;da tua voz suave ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ouvido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mesmo que me chamando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a atenção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Está marcado nos meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada gotícula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do suor teu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;embevecendo minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheia de saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEL MONTENEGRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06.01.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-2151441482901290552?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/2151441482901290552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/01/nos-meus-poros.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/2151441482901290552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/2151441482901290552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2010/01/nos-meus-poros.html' title='NOS  MEUS POROS'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S0UV09IYehI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Psfpnj3GBBc/s72-c/TATOO11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-8270746006737376407</id><published>2010-01-05T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:24:22.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTOU SÓ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S0QOXg9Y8gI/AAAAAAAAAto/o1fjRrM_GP8/s1600-h/solid%C3%A3oo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S0QOXg9Y8gI/AAAAAAAAAto/o1fjRrM_GP8/s320/solid%C3%A3oo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423475648408121858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESTOU SÓ COM MEUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PENSAMENTOS,ESTROFES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E CANÇÕES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLHANDO A CHUVA LÁ FORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMBALAR AO VENTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A REDE QUE ANTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMBALAVA NOSSO AMOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LUA ESTÁ CHEIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAS VOCÊ EM OUTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMPANHIA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OS RISOS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OS SARCASMOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E AS IRONIAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NÃO ESTÃO MAIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONTIDAS NA TUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOITE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TÃO FAMILIAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E TÃO CORTANTE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESTOU SÓ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAS ACOMPANHADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESSE INSTANTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONDE A BRISA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEITA NA TINTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRETA DO CARRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E FAZ LÁGRIMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESCEREM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LENTAMENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DE CIMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABAIXO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESTOU VERDADEIRAMENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SÓ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAS CURIOSAMENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NÃO ESTOU INFELIZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEL MONTENEGRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06.01.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-8270746006737376407?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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amizade,&lt;br /&gt;se não houver o amigo que chore junto,&lt;br /&gt;que ouça os desabafos e afague a mão,&lt;br /&gt;e que tudo faça para o sorriso aflorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo não se espere que sempre sejam,&lt;br /&gt;as intempéries a fazer gritar o poeta,&lt;br /&gt;senão a sua alma que precisa ser ouvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como nem sempre o bom amigo,&lt;br /&gt;estará fortalecido e com tempo certo,&lt;br /&gt;para estender as mãos e nos dar guarida.&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/5332373410226139845-2962537991895345701?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/2962537991895345701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;A Partir Deste Momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu simplesmente juro que sempre estarei lá pra você.&lt;br /&gt;Eu daria qualquer coisa&lt;br /&gt;E eu sempre vou te cuidar.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo passando por fraqueza ou tendo força&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade e tristeza, pro melhor ou pro pior,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te amar com cada batida do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir desse momento a vida começou&lt;br /&gt;A partir desse momento você é o único&lt;br /&gt;Bem ao seu lado, é onde eu pertenço&lt;br /&gt;A partir desse momento &lt;st1:personname productid="em diante￼￼A" st="on"&gt;em  diante&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em diante￼￼A" st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em diante￼￼A" st="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em diante￼￼A" st="on"&gt;  A&lt;/st1:personname&gt; partir deste momento eu fui abençoada&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo somente para sua felicidade&lt;br /&gt;E pelo seu amor eu daria meu último suspiro&lt;br /&gt;A partir desse momento &lt;st1:personname productid="em diante￼￼Eu" st="on"&gt;em  diante&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em diante￼￼Eu" st="on"&gt;  &lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em diante￼￼Eu" st="on"&gt;  Eu&lt;/st1:personname&gt; dou minha felicidade com todo o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso esperar para viver minha vida com você,&lt;br /&gt;Não posso esperar para começar&lt;br /&gt;Você e eu nunca nos separaremos&lt;br /&gt;Meus sonhos se tornaram realidade por sua causa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir deste momento, enquanto eu viver&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te amar, eu te prometo.&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/5332373410226139845-807522572897799893?l=delmontenegro.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/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/S0GvD9iRN5I/AAAAAAAAAtY/UssgM-zA6Fc/s72-c/Romances+Amor+Seduc%C3%A3o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-1357070928742099303</id><published>2009-12-22T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:38:00.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SzG6eQ_XrwI/AAAAAAAAAsw/jBe9t_yzpTo/s1600-h/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SzG6eQ_XrwI/AAAAAAAAAsw/jBe9t_yzpTo/s320/saudade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418316855823019778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRECISA DE POEMA???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-1357070928742099303?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/1357070928742099303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/12/saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-9212442130063346414</id><published>2009-12-22T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:34:30.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TE AGRADEÇO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SzG4LF9EawI/AAAAAAAAAso/oUxcXPxIIP8/s1600-h/mulher_livre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SzG4LF9EawI/AAAAAAAAAso/oUxcXPxIIP8/s320/mulher_livre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418314327419808514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como agradecer-te senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por tudo que me dás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pelos dons da voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;da vida e da vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como não achar-te Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dentro desse meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meio retorcido de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e de beleza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Livre estou presa à alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos passos de quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quase não vejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu guardo meu desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de estar mais além...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como não te ter Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos meus poemas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escritos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;naqueles olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que fito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que não enjôo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;palavra dura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que corta o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;da poeta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e minha esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aguarda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com a porta bem aberta&lt;br /&gt;a hora do meu poema&lt;br /&gt;chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-9212442130063346414?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/9212442130063346414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/12/te-agradeco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/9212442130063346414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-4908869179465650680</id><published>2009-12-22T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T07:35:50.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ÚNICA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SzDkyc9ZmSI/AAAAAAAAAsg/YKHucGj3RVI/s1600-h/bouquet.rosas.roxas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SzDkyc9ZmSI/AAAAAAAAAsg/YKHucGj3RVI/s320/bouquet.rosas.roxas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418081907145021730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janelas celestias abriram-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e deixaram passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as cores,os tons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me fazendo ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que ainda existem os bons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e os apaixonados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pelo amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um olhar se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para dar lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a um olho de Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ver a vida de forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onde o amor pra toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seja igual,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com o mesmo valor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre vielas de dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e de saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de alguém perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e longe na verdade me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tornando mais profunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nesse sentimento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por onde andas agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onde passeia teu pensamento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espero que no tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que o tempo mude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seja eu em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que brote a todo momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deus estará conosco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estará com todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e até no poema que escrevo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por mais torto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que seja o destino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me torna um TUDO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um TODO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEL MONTENEGRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-4908869179465650680?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/4908869179465650680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/12/unica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/4908869179465650680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/4908869179465650680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/12/unica.html' title='ÚNICA...'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SzDkyc9ZmSI/AAAAAAAAAsg/YKHucGj3RVI/s72-c/bouquet.rosas.roxas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-3249152330793905367</id><published>2009-12-20T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:22:13.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOBRE ANJOS E POETAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sy5b1eLED9I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/zmVoaGiek9A/s1600-h/SuperStock_263-460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sy5b1eLED9I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/zmVoaGiek9A/s320/SuperStock_263-460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417368375963946962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre nuvens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e poemas tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;viestes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com todas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essas lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e histórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de uma vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reenviada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e de um amor que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a poetisa não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consegue traduzir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vistes com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com toda tua luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de olhos melados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;irradiando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a felicidade de ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e de estar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre letra e canções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o amor de DEUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;correndo em nossas veias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a paisagem dos teus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dias nos meus pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEL MONTENEGRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-3249152330793905367?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/3249152330793905367/comments/default' title='Postar 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415753088673570226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Então encontrei você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;em meio a tantos chamados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e tanta revolução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apelando carinho e atenção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parei na entrada dos teus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;duas lanternas acesas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me apontando um caminho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que não posso seguir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;facho de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de uma noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que amanhece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Declaro que desculpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todas tuas agruras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e todas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cortantes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas me deixe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olhar mais uma vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diamantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e sentir a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pulsar...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;br /&gt;15.12.09&lt;br /&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/5332373410226139845-3267411040913038219?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/3267411040913038219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/12/lanternas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/3267411040913038219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/3267411040913038219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/12/lanternas.html' title='LANTERNAS'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SyievYGc3bI/AAAAAAAAAsI/djxtYILrQoM/s72-c/mensagens-romanticas-para-o-amor-da-sua-vida2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-7397881960639873331</id><published>2009-12-13T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:19:09.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POR VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SyUWA9wNK5I/AAAAAAAAArI/3d6COCB78XM/s1600-h/catarina-furtado-fotos-4k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SyUWA9wNK5I/AAAAAAAAArI/3d6COCB78XM/s320/catarina-furtado-fotos-4k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414758332815453074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Troco a roupa por você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mudo a cor do baton,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não faço mais outra tatuagem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desfaço as malas da viagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e perco o tempo do relógio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por você paro meu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se não tiver um jeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu invento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deixo para trás o passado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vejo com alegria o que pode ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aceito o que não compreendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e até o que nem existe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque sei que é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tudo para meu bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faço de conta que está &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tudo certo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mesmo te tendo longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te sinto bem de perto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beijo tua boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;em um simples aperto de mão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olho a chuva lá fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e lágrimas choram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no meu olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;balanço na rede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sozinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas sinto teu perfume no ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por você aceito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uma limitada felicidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque tudo na verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se transforma no teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abraçar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por você deleto depoimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passado morto aqui dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que nunhuma falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me faz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faço um mundo agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aceito toda demora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que quando me beijas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se desfaz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-7397881960639873331?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/7397881960639873331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/12/por-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/7397881960639873331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/7397881960639873331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/12/por-voce.html' title='POR VOCÊ'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SyUWA9wNK5I/AAAAAAAAArI/3d6COCB78XM/s72-c/catarina-furtado-fotos-4k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-7771095527542582586</id><published>2009-12-11T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:13:43.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIFERENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SyI05MBM17I/AAAAAAAAAqI/vWZH6IYLKsk/s1600-h/Flor-Lilas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SyI05MBM17I/AAAAAAAAAqI/vWZH6IYLKsk/s320/Flor-Lilas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413947859136206770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Não perguntes o que és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;para mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;pois a grandiosidade desse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;amor não permite tradução...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Não interrogues ao meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;peito maduramente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;juvenil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;o que espero de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;me ame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Deixe-se ser amado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Solte as amarras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;que te prendem ao passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;e aprenda comigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;que amar ainda é bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;deixa que eu te guie nesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;caminho de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;deixa que eu te ensine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;como se soletra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;desejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;uma escrita feita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;por minha boca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;nas páginas da tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lá na frente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;espere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;lembre e conte essa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;história,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;de uma mulher-poetisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;que te amou demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;e de uma forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Del Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;11.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-7771095527542582586?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/7771095527542582586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/12/diferente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/7771095527542582586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/7771095527542582586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/12/diferente.html' title='DIFERENTE'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SyI05MBM17I/AAAAAAAAAqI/vWZH6IYLKsk/s72-c/Flor-Lilas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-911193503535327576</id><published>2009-12-10T21:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:46:26.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SyHbTyj-DaI/AAAAAAAAAow/hj8yuIyqv58/s1600-h/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SyHbTyj-DaI/AAAAAAAAAow/hj8yuIyqv58/s320/felicidade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413849360112684450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como ser livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se teu olhar me prende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e tudo que me pedes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quase sempre digo sim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como ser livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se tua boca me cala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e teu beijo me enlaça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nesse sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de te ter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como ser livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se quero presa estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos teu dilemas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos mais loucos problemas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos esconderijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e propostas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como ser livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e estar embebida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;na cegueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de um futuro tão incerto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como ser livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se andar pelos teus caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é amar a mim mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e me dar felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como ser livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se é estando presa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que estou liberta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de verdade???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-911193503535327576?l=delmontenegro.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/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SyHbTyj-DaI/AAAAAAAAAow/hj8yuIyqv58/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-72987508998350760</id><published>2009-12-10T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:24:39.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESSA MULHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SyHWU8Pv2VI/AAAAAAAAAoo/gPk6gI3aXTM/s1600-h/ballet_%C3%872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SyHWU8Pv2VI/AAAAAAAAAoo/gPk6gI3aXTM/s320/ballet_%C3%872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413843882333952338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essa mulher sou eu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perdida no teu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e achada no teu olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essa mulher sou eu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feroz e meiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;na mesma medida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esperando muito mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do que se espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dessa vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;calada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;falante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;centrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e errante....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essa mulher sou eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pingando poesia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por entre tuas coxas macias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deixando a melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entranhar-se nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meus cabelos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essa mulher sou eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e nunca dancei pra você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-72987508998350760?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/72987508998350760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/12/essa-mulher.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/72987508998350760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-5348865871933083709</id><published>2009-12-10T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:08:25.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Dança Dos Nossos Dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SyHQEtFLwxI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WwdfwzqvIUM/s1600-h/www.worth1000.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SyHQEtFLwxI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WwdfwzqvIUM/s320/www.worth1000.com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413837006315438866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Não sei que passo invente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;para acompanhar teu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;e movimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;nesse constante mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;de pensar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;se sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;de ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;de não falar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Não sei como entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;nesse teu mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;sem passar pela interdição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;do meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Dançar à beira de um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;abismo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;é tentar entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;você e suas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;intenções...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Volto ao ponto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;na ponta dos pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;te envolvo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;para tentar equilibrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;à tua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;10.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-5348865871933083709?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/5348865871933083709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/12/na-danca-dos-nossos-dias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/5348865871933083709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;veio a lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dos teus beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gravados na minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alma apaixonada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pela tua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O sol banhou meu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;numa manhã sedenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de tua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suave e doce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os sonhos da poetisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mergulharam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no teu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escuro e frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pra um abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que talvez não dê mais tarde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aberta em flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exalando o cheiro do teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vou passar todo esse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;até que a lua traga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tua face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cintilando meu espaço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letras,músicas e melodias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 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saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta fechar os olhos&lt;br /&gt;pra dormir,&lt;br /&gt;meus sonhos serão povoados&lt;br /&gt;pelos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;de doce mel...&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta correr&lt;br /&gt;que teu perfume&lt;br /&gt;me alcança,&lt;br /&gt;me enlaça,&lt;br /&gt;me lança&lt;br /&gt;em um mundo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;cheio de numerações&lt;br /&gt;entalhadas...&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta pensar,&lt;br /&gt;contar o tempo&lt;br /&gt;e as horas,&lt;br /&gt;porque no final dessa&lt;br /&gt;história&lt;br /&gt;estará você&lt;br /&gt;com o epílogo nas mãos...&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta não querer&lt;br /&gt;se tua voz hipnotiza,&lt;br /&gt;se teu abraço enlouquece,&lt;br /&gt;abraza e mobiliza...&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer esboço de não,&lt;br /&gt;será sempre um sim!&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta não confiar,&lt;br /&gt;teu amor na tua verdade&lt;br /&gt;me arrebata,&lt;br /&gt;e meu coração&lt;br /&gt;se aninha ao teu,&lt;br /&gt;correndo louca de um final!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del 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style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SxqINyYa4WI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Se2YtcYOR7c/s320/keane_377865a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411787672682946914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KEANE&lt;br /&gt; FAZ PARTE DA MELHOR PARTE DE TODAS AS PARTES&lt;br /&gt;DESSA HISTÓRIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-1702426694984998470?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/1702426694984998470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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todo em&lt;br /&gt;ti,&lt;br /&gt;nos teus passos,&lt;br /&gt;nos teus laços,&lt;br /&gt;abraços e nós...&lt;br /&gt;Meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;estão em ti,&lt;br /&gt;nos teus silêncios,&lt;br /&gt;nas tuas pausas&lt;br /&gt;intermináveis,&lt;br /&gt;nas caras e bocas&lt;br /&gt;de tuas brincadeiras...&lt;br /&gt;Meus poemas estão&lt;br /&gt;no homem que habita&lt;br /&gt;nesse menino,&lt;br /&gt;nesse menino&lt;br /&gt;perdido no homem...&lt;br /&gt;Somos unos&lt;br /&gt;pelo menos nas linhas&lt;br /&gt;e estrofes,&lt;br /&gt;podemos estar&lt;br /&gt;juntos completamente!&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos estão&lt;br /&gt;em ti,&lt;br /&gt;no reflexo do espelho&lt;br /&gt;e nas ruas que passo,&lt;br /&gt;pela janela do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;escrevo você&lt;br /&gt;no espaço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;br /&gt;03.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Eu me rastejo,&lt;br /&gt;me confundo,&lt;br /&gt;adormeço,&lt;br /&gt;eu me rendo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu apelo,&lt;br /&gt;eu te arranho,&lt;br /&gt;eu ,&lt;br /&gt;teu mundo,&lt;br /&gt;você,&lt;br /&gt;meu desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu na espera,&lt;br /&gt;eu no calendário,&lt;br /&gt;eu na pauta,&lt;br /&gt;você no meu horário...&lt;br /&gt;Eu,&lt;br /&gt;teu rio,&lt;br /&gt;você meu mar,&lt;br /&gt;eu,&lt;br /&gt;o beijo no teu pescoço,&lt;br /&gt;você,&lt;br /&gt;meu arrepio...&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu te espero&lt;br /&gt;e adormeço,&lt;br /&gt;eu ,&lt;br /&gt;tua roupa,&lt;br /&gt;você meu adereço...&lt;br /&gt;Eu na janela,&lt;br /&gt;você na velocidade,&lt;br /&gt;eu,&lt;br /&gt;tua sentinela,&lt;br /&gt;você meu endereço...&lt;br /&gt;Eu,&lt;br /&gt;tua rua,&lt;br /&gt;você,&lt;br /&gt;minha estrada,&lt;br /&gt;eu tua pele nua,&lt;br /&gt;você minha&lt;br /&gt;cavalgada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Mas eu te espero&lt;br /&gt;e agradeço,&lt;br /&gt;eu sou teu fim&lt;br /&gt;e você,&lt;br /&gt;só meu começo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;br /&gt;01.12.09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-4814381703129416349?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/4814381703129416349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/12/comeco-10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/4814381703129416349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>PROMESSAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SxW3YL9SbwI/AAAAAAAAAmI/FdyxQLkBtj0/s1600/le031109_strassfeld_c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/SxW3YL9SbwI/AAAAAAAAAmI/FdyxQLkBtj0/s320/le031109_strassfeld_c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410432153510113026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROMETA QUE ME AMARÁS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUE EU PROMETO QUE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NÃO SONHO MAIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROMETA QUE NÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROMETE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUE EU FICO MAIS FELIZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROMETA QUE AQUELA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUA LÁ FORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOI VOCÊ QUEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PINTOU NO CÉU PRA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;br /&gt;01.12.09&lt;br /&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/5332373410226139845-6617626558866450164?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/6617626558866450164/comments/default' 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center;"&gt;Tua companhia&lt;br /&gt;meu sol,&lt;br /&gt;tua alegria&lt;br /&gt;minha felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;teu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;minha liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;teus desejos&lt;br /&gt;minha mocidade...&lt;br /&gt;Um perfeito&lt;br /&gt;dia,&lt;br /&gt;é estar junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;um céu azul não&lt;br /&gt;há sem tua&lt;br /&gt;presença,&lt;br /&gt;o sol não brilha&lt;br /&gt;com encanto...&lt;br /&gt;Um momento mágico&lt;br /&gt;e insubstituível&lt;br /&gt;estar ao mar,&lt;br /&gt;você no meu&lt;br /&gt;mais doce poema,&lt;br /&gt;e eu...&lt;br /&gt;Contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;br /&gt;01.12.09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-6311117949257944482?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw6ypyXH-8I/AAAAAAAAAiU/WDvREFJwfFA/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+lil%C3%A1s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408456633481690050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero gritar ao mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero poder te dar a mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando ando ao teu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quero te chamar de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de amado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando estiver por aí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero te presentear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e ser eu a te entregar tal presente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amar você em luzes de neon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;espalhar você para meus amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e familiares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brilhar você em todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;os lugares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estampar nosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26.11.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-2191769602522815593?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/2191769602522815593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/11/luzes-e-neons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/2191769602522815593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/2191769602522815593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/11/luzes-e-neons.html' title='LUZES E NEONS'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw6ypyXH-8I/AAAAAAAAAiU/WDvREFJwfFA/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+lil%C3%A1s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-4068443005342221204</id><published>2009-11-26T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:51:34.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEUS POEMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw6xTBpIi-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/XBLd4a1P8Io/s1600/9bc4a49c7479t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw6xTBpIi-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/XBLd4a1P8Io/s320/9bc4a49c7479t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408455142935137250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Todo poema que faço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bem sabes que é pra ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;se te perguntas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mais óbvio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;é porque o óbvio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;não está em ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A cada estrofe escrita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;com o sangue da minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;da minha angústia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;de ter você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mais aflita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fica a poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que insiste em te escrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quero traduzir-te meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nas linhas e estrofes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;das músicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;soltas em meus cabelos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;da meia-lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;do infinito céu que me dás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;atravez de todos os teus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;beijos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;26.11.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-4068443005342221204?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/4068443005342221204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/11/teus-poemas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/4068443005342221204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/4068443005342221204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/11/teus-poemas.html' title='TEUS POEMAS'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw6xTBpIi-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/XBLd4a1P8Io/s72-c/9bc4a49c7479t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-5245475195281983409</id><published>2009-11-26T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:20:21.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERFONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw6p7EnfFnI/AAAAAAAAAiE/thJ4uPvbGzo/s1600/31992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw6p7EnfFnI/AAAAAAAAAiE/thJ4uPvbGzo/s320/31992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408447034835277426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Está tudo certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;meu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;É você que eu quero com todas certezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e todas as dúvidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;com toda beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e toda dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;com toda fidelidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;com todo amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Está tudo certo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mesmo parecendo errado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Está tudo certo comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Não podemos viver separados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Toca então o interfone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;vai correndo te atender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;26.11.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-5245475195281983409?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/5245475195281983409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/11/esta-tudo-certo-meu-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/5245475195281983409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/5245475195281983409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/11/esta-tudo-certo-meu-amor.html' title='INTERFONE'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw6p7EnfFnI/AAAAAAAAAiE/thJ4uPvbGzo/s72-c/31992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-149455560404901530</id><published>2009-11-25T16:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:30:16.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INCERTEZAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw3J_y_J6II/AAAAAAAAAaY/pRexAwDhkgI/s1600/DSC01774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw3J_y_J6II/AAAAAAAAAaY/pRexAwDhkgI/s320/DSC01774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408200825397438594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero te dar todas as flores&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do mundo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escritas em um segundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando um beijo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for bem pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero te ofertar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todas as estrofes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais raras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e escrever-te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada dia um pouco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero viver cada minuto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como se não pudesse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vê-lo mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e acreditar em tuas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mentiras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mesmo quando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;falas a verdade...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar contigo a toda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hora,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixar-me levar por essa tua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incansável sedução&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de querer o mundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inteiro aos teus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pés,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem que exista contestação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devolvo-te a incerteza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de uma certa realidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem saber se o que também&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te prometo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é mentira&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou é verdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.11.09&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/5332373410226139845-149455560404901530?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/149455560404901530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/11/incertezas_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/149455560404901530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/149455560404901530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/11/incertezas_25.html' title='INCERTEZAS'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw3J_y_J6II/AAAAAAAAAaY/pRexAwDhkgI/s72-c/DSC01774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-7884090053782706205</id><published>2009-11-25T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:07:39.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPARAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw3D5G7OhmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DXQu8kd5RJo/s1600/del.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw3D5G7OhmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DXQu8kd5RJo/s320/del.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408194113420822114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não te esqueças amor&lt;br /&gt;dos momentos&lt;br /&gt;que se eternizam&lt;br /&gt;com teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;e abraços,&lt;br /&gt;não te esqueças&lt;br /&gt;dos poemas que te faço&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo que o tempo&lt;br /&gt;nos separe,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;não se esqueça de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Do que gosto de comer,&lt;br /&gt;da minha cor preferida,&lt;br /&gt;de como gosto do teu amor&lt;br /&gt;e até das nossas brigas...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca esqueça meu amor&lt;br /&gt;que mesmo sem comparação,&lt;br /&gt;sei que fui a única&lt;br /&gt;mulher&lt;br /&gt;que mais amou teu&lt;br /&gt;coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Montenegro&lt;br /&gt;25.11.09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-7884090053782706205?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/7884090053782706205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/11/comparacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/7884090053782706205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/7884090053782706205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/11/comparacao.html' title='COMPARAÇÃO'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw3D5G7OhmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DXQu8kd5RJo/s72-c/del.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-6645599184602767413</id><published>2009-11-25T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:06:28.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INFINITAMENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw1gv62FK2I/AAAAAAAAAZY/3dPaxThGPCg/s1600/0038.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw1gv62FK2I/AAAAAAAAAZY/3dPaxThGPCg/s320/0038.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408085103908039522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMO-TE MAIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A CADA BATIDA DE ASAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DE BORBOLETAS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332373410226139845-6645599184602767413?l=delmontenegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/feeds/6645599184602767413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/11/infinitamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/6645599184602767413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332373410226139845/posts/default/6645599184602767413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delmontenegro.blogspot.com/2009/11/infinitamente.html' title='INFINITAMENTE'/><author><name>LILÁS EM PRETO E BRANCO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00749800572142766315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlRtt04g-FQ/TfVUvv9cPpI/AAAAAAAABL0/fVV-Dn5Ma2M/s220/64f44f9f-d7e6-42d1-abd6-5b2a733a5b58_6D6052898E8767.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw1gv62FK2I/AAAAAAAAAZY/3dPaxThGPCg/s72-c/0038.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332373410226139845.post-8362303177963432377</id><published>2009-11-25T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:34:28.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JANELAS E PORTAS ABERTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw1bF662JvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/YJk2R6IFahI/s1600/_MG_8031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2G8FD4G2RQ/Sw1bF662JvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/YJk2R6IFahI/s320/_MG_8031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408078884815382258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;como sonham os poetas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;quero viver nossa poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;com janelas e portas abertas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Não ter medo das tempestades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nascidas nos pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dos preconceituosos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e obcenos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quero poemar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;no teu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sem pensar nas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;vaidades e nos ciúmes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Apenas quero-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;meu menino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;meu homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nesse lugar lilás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que criei para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nós dois...&lt;br /&gt;Esteja em meus&lt;br /&gt;poemas,&lt;br /&gt;agora e depois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; 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