<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011</id><updated>2012-02-06T06:57:46.503-08:00</updated><category term='Apenas Claudia'/><category term='Puca Maluca'/><category term='Claudia Lins'/><title type='text'>Pedacinhos de Mim</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-7618575181876861091</id><published>2012-02-06T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T06:57:46.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não precisa !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNjBfyTSj2Y/Ty_ot-CA6ZI/AAAAAAAARa8/jv_VzeDZBdc/s1600/IMG_5037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNjBfyTSj2Y/Ty_ot-CA6ZI/AAAAAAAARa8/jv_VzeDZBdc/s320/IMG_5037.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você diz que não precisa&lt;br /&gt;Viver sonhando tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que vivo a fazer&lt;br /&gt;Demais, por você&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diz que não precisa&lt;br /&gt;A cada vez que canto&lt;br /&gt;Uma canção a mais, pra você&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas tem que ser assim&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser de coração&lt;br /&gt;Não diga não precisa&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ah Ahh&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ser assim&lt;br /&gt;É seu meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Não diga não precisa&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ah Ahh&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu já sonhei com a vida&lt;br /&gt;Agora vivo um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Mas viver ou sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Com você, tanto faz&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não diga não precisa&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo que é preciso&lt;br /&gt;A gente se amar demais&lt;br /&gt;Nada a mais&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas tem que ser assim&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser de coração&lt;br /&gt;Não diga não precisa&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ah Ahh&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ser assim&lt;br /&gt;É seu meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Não diga não precisa&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ah Ahh&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-7618575181876861091?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/7618575181876861091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=7618575181876861091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7618575181876861091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7618575181876861091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2012/02/voce-diz-que-nao-precisa-viver-sonhando.html' title='Não precisa !'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNjBfyTSj2Y/Ty_ot-CA6ZI/AAAAAAAARa8/jv_VzeDZBdc/s72-c/IMG_5037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-8532000763991145262</id><published>2012-02-03T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T09:25:31.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim, com certeza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKqE8tebrlc/TywX8HswxPI/AAAAAAAARa0/RHkw-YA8PcQ/s1600/arco-iris+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKqE8tebrlc/TywX8HswxPI/AAAAAAAARa0/RHkw-YA8PcQ/s320/arco-iris+(1).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Todo o dia a gente tem um ao outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Manhã cedo agora é bom de levantar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Toda a dor que me aparece eu te conto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você me cura sem sequer notar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-8532000763991145262?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/8532000763991145262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=8532000763991145262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/8532000763991145262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/8532000763991145262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2012/02/sim-com-certeza.html' title='Sim, com certeza...'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKqE8tebrlc/TywX8HswxPI/AAAAAAAARa0/RHkw-YA8PcQ/s72-c/arco-iris+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-2444918239353830963</id><published>2012-01-23T06:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T06:04:51.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borboletas</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Borboletas&lt;br /&gt;(Mário Quintana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Quando depositamos muita confiança ou expectativas em uma pessoa, o risco de se decepcionar é grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As pessoas não estão neste mundo para satisfazer as nossas expectativas, assim como não estamos aqui, para satisfazer as dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Temos que nos bastar... nos bastar sempre, e quando procuramos estar com alguém, temos que nos conscientizar de que estamos juntos porque gostamos, porque queremos e nos sentimos bem, nunca por precisar de alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As pessoas não se precisam, elas se completam... não por serem metades, mas por serem inteiras, dispostas a dividir objetivos comuns, alegrias e vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com o tempo, você vai percebendo que para ser feliz com a outra pessoa, você precisa em primeiro lugar, não precisar dela. Percebe também que aquela pessoa que você ama (ou acha que ama) e que não quer nada com você, definitivamente, não é o homem ou a mulher de sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você aprende a gostar de você, a cuidar de você, e principalmente a gostar de quem gosta de você.&lt;br /&gt;O segredo é não cuidar das borboletas e sim cuidar do jardim para que elas venham até você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q3B1tIPnyXM/Tx1oc5VP8fI/AAAAAAAARaI/4cDrDFh77Pg/s1600/borboletas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q3B1tIPnyXM/Tx1oc5VP8fI/AAAAAAAARaI/4cDrDFh77Pg/s1600/borboletas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white;"&gt;No final das contas, você vai achar não quem você estava procurando, mas quem estava procurando por você!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-2444918239353830963?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/2444918239353830963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=2444918239353830963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2444918239353830963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2444918239353830963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2012/01/borboletas-mario-quintana-quando.html' title='Borboletas'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q3B1tIPnyXM/Tx1oc5VP8fI/AAAAAAAARaI/4cDrDFh77Pg/s72-c/borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-597622272445185035</id><published>2012-01-23T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T04:31:03.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensações</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"As vezes é preciso diminuir a barulheira,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;parar de fazer perguntas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;parar de imaginar respostas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;aquietar um pouco a vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;para simplesmente deixar o coração nos contar o que sabe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E ele conta. Com a calma e a clareza que tem."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QoDkw7k54w/Tx1R3zEF10I/AAAAAAAARaA/S_IOPdVQTio/s1600/DSC09480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QoDkw7k54w/Tx1R3zEF10I/AAAAAAAARaA/S_IOPdVQTio/s320/DSC09480.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-597622272445185035?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/597622272445185035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=597622272445185035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/597622272445185035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/597622272445185035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2012/01/sensacoes.html' title='Sensações'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QoDkw7k54w/Tx1R3zEF10I/AAAAAAAARaA/S_IOPdVQTio/s72-c/DSC09480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-7623171346753540671</id><published>2012-01-10T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:56:33.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O prazer é meu...</title><content type='html'>"O prazer, esta palavra comentada, amada, buscada nas pequenas e grandes rodas de amigos, é aquilo que poucos definem, mas a grande maioria busca. Felicidade é ter prazer e não há nada de errado nisso. Equivocam-se os que julgam a busca pelo prazer como um ato de egoísmo. Não é. Madre Teresa de Calcutá buscava prazer ao consolar e abraçar os órfãos de Calcutá. São Francisco de Assis encontrou sua fonte de prazer na caridade e amor ao próximo. Hitler deu sentido ao próprio prazer nutrindo a ilusão da raça ariana e pura. Prazer é característica neutra, podendo ter infinitas significações e encaminhamentos. Acima de tudo, importante é notar que prazer é aquilo que eu determino.O prazer é meu. Frase emblemática, é também dotada de sabedoria. Eu gozo. Eventualmente, encontram-se os amigos, os familiares, os grupos sociais e desfruta-se conjuntamente de algo. Mas o prazer, o gozo é e sempre será individual.Não há nada mais solitário do que um momento de dor. Um dente dói, a cabeça lateja e pronto, somos sozinhos no mundo, pois julgamos que ninguém seja capaz de compreender o que sentimos. Do mesmo modo, o prazer inicia-se na solidão. Eu direciono tudo aquilo que me satisfaz e encontro pessoas capazes de me acompanhar. O gozo, tal qual a dor, sempre será um espaço solitário. Portanto, equivocam-se os que dizem: meu namorado terminou comigo, não sei o que será de minha vida. Meu filho morreu, perdeu o sentido a minha existência. Ledo engano. O prazer sempre será algo nosso, capaz de transmutar-se em gêneros e características as mais diversas e nos surpreender sempre.A vida é bela, sobretudo, porque o prazer sempre será todo meu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/10/1571.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/10/s_1571.jpg' border='0' width='273' height='185' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia Lins- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-7623171346753540671?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/7623171346753540671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=7623171346753540671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7623171346753540671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7623171346753540671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-prazer-e-meu.html' title='O prazer é meu...'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-7937635300470928208</id><published>2012-01-10T10:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:13:20.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pela luz dos teus olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela luz dos teus olhos, o sol brilha um pouco mais forte no dia de hoje. A alegria do mar ao encontrar a areia torna-se um pouquinho mais evidente. Pela luz dos teus olhos, eu volto a enxergar o amor que havia em mim. E os pássaros no céu saúdam um novo horizonte que está por vir. É pelos teus olhos que hoje o dia promete a noite enluarada, e o anoitecer saúda um novo despertar. Pelos teus olhos, eu brinco, canto, pulo de alegria e de louvor. Os pássaros cantam, os cavalos pastam o alimento de mais um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é enxergar os teus olhos e compreender que nada no mundo será, algum dia, mais bonito do que eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-t0yxriVxWMU/Twx_vwugrVI/AAAAAAAARYs/riWMROptxbU/s640/blogger-image-3794563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-t0yxriVxWMU/Twx_vwugrVI/AAAAAAAARYs/riWMROptxbU/s640/blogger-image-3794563.jpg" /&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/400829394129103011-7937635300470928208?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/7937635300470928208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=7937635300470928208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7937635300470928208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7937635300470928208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2012/01/pela-luz-dos-teus-olhos.html' title='Pela luz dos teus olhos'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-t0yxriVxWMU/Twx_vwugrVI/AAAAAAAARYs/riWMROptxbU/s72-c/blogger-image-3794563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-7266773001911107974</id><published>2011-12-18T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T03:09:41.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Fazer Renascer o Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZTUCTGkeI8/Tu3Hql9bj4I/AAAAAAAARVs/tBhI-prNQSs/s1600/NATAL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZTUCTGkeI8/Tu3Hql9bj4I/AAAAAAAARVs/tBhI-prNQSs/s320/NATAL.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"O melhor da festa é esperar por ela, diz o provérbio. O melhor do Natal é ter passado por ele, sentem muito sem dizer. É insuportável a fissura, a loucura e o desequilíbrio desencadeados pelas festas de fim de ano. O consumo e compras compulsórias de produtos, o apetite compulsivo de comilanças, a máscara da alegria estampada no rosto para encobrir o bolso furado, a corrida aos espaços de lazer, as estradas engarrafadas com mortes no trânsito e pedágios caríssimos, as filas intermináveis nos supermercados, os sinos de papel envoltos nas fitas vermelhas dos shoppings centers, aquela mesma musiquinha marota, tudo satura o espírito.     Seria este anticlima um castigo divino à nossa reverência à figura de Papai Noel?Natal é pouco verso e muito reverso. Em pleno trópico e no verão, nossa imitação enfeita de neve de algodão a árvore de luzinhas intermitentes. O estômago devora castanhas, nozes, avelãs e amêndoas, quando a saúde pede saladas, legumes e principalmente jejuns e purificações.     Já que o espírito arde de sede daquela Água Viva do poço de Jacó (João 4), afoga-se o corpo em álcool e gorduras buscando, em vão, alimentar o vazio existencial. A gula de Deus busca, em vão, saciar-se no ato de se empanturrar na mesa.     Talvez seja no Natal que nossas carências fiquem mais expostas. Damos presentes sem nos dar, sem cuidarmos de nós, recebemos sem acolher, brindamos sem perdoar, abraçamos sem afeto, damos a mercadoria um valor que nem sempre reconhecemos nas pessoas. No íntimo, os verdadeiros buscadores, estão inclinados à simplicidade da manjedoura. O mal estar decorre do fato de nos sentirmos mais próximos dos salões de Herodes, de nossas ilusões, medo e de sonhos que desistimos      No Brasil, este Natal é de Reis “magros”. A nação, condenada a sustentar todo tipo de parasitas, corruptos, governantes e economistas que sacrificam o povo, dá as costas às alegrias do presépio para trilhar, com recessão, salários diminutos e tributos aumentados; instituições incompetentes e falidas que cuidam de legislar a seu favor, o caminho do Calvário.     Sem que fôssemos consultados, o Brasil foi vendido ao capital da pirataria especulativa, que saqueia nossas bolsas, quebra nossas pequenas e médias empresas, leiloa nosso patrimônio público, dilapida nosso sistema de ensino e gangrena o da saúde, segurança e "justiça". E ainda nos insistem em nos convencer de que esta é a melhor rota para o futuro e que devemos votar naqueles que seqüestram nossos anseios de felicidade.     Mudemos nós o Natal. Abaixo o Papai Noel, viva o Menino Jesus! Em vez de presentes, presença – junto à família, aos que sofrem, aos enfermos, aos soropositivos, às famílias das vitimas de crimes, às crianças de rua, aos dependentes de drogas, aos deficientes físicos e mentais, aos excluídos.     Façamos da ceia, cesta a quem padece de fome e do abraço laço de solidariedade a quem clama por justiça. Instalemos o presépio no próprio coração e deixemos germinar Áquele que se fez pão e vinho para que todos tivessem vida com a fartura e a alegria.     Abandonemos a um canto, a árvore morta coberta de lanjetouras e plantemos no fundo da alma uma oração que sacie nossa fome de transcendência.     Deixemo-nos, como Maria, engravidar pelo espírito de Deus. Então, algo de misteriosamente novo haverá de nascer em nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PF5z3srSJvE/Tu3HsAZVApI/AAAAAAAARV0/_Sx3RxUWs90/s1600/Menino-jesus-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PF5z3srSJvE/Tu3HsAZVApI/AAAAAAAARV0/_Sx3RxUWs90/s320/Menino-jesus-18.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZTUCTGkeI8/Tu3Hql9bj4I/AAAAAAAARVs/tBhI-prNQSs/s1600/NATAL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZTUCTGkeI8/Tu3Hql9bj4I/AAAAAAAARVs/tBhI-prNQSs/s320/NATAL.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Texto MARAVILHOSO de Frei Beto"&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-7266773001911107974?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/7266773001911107974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=7266773001911107974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7266773001911107974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7266773001911107974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2011/12/fazer-renascer-o-natal.html' title='Fazer Renascer o Natal'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZTUCTGkeI8/Tu3Hql9bj4I/AAAAAAAARVs/tBhI-prNQSs/s72-c/NATAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-1145828201955044935</id><published>2011-11-19T13:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T13:06:14.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>APRENDI... WALT DISNEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E assim, depois de muito esperar, n&lt;br /&gt;um dia como outro qualquer,&lt;br /&gt;decidi triunfar...&lt;br /&gt;Decidi não esperar as oportunidades e sim, eu mesmo buscá-las.&lt;br /&gt;Decidi ver cada problema como uma oportunidade de encontrar uma solução.&lt;br /&gt;Decidi ver cada deserto como uma possibilidade de encontrar um oásis.&lt;br /&gt;Decidi ver cada noite como um mistério a resolver.&lt;br /&gt;Decidi ver cada dia como uma nova oportunidade de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Naquele dia descobri que meu único rival não era mais que minhas próprias limitações&lt;br /&gt;e que enfrentá-las era a única e melhor forma de as superar.&lt;br /&gt;Naquele dia, descobri que eu não era o melhor e que talvez eu nunca tivesse sido.&lt;br /&gt;Deixei de me importar com quem ganha ou perde.&lt;br /&gt;Agora me importa simplesmente saber melhor o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que o difícil não é chegar lá em cima, e sim deixar de subir.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que o melhor triunfo é poder chamar alguém de"amigo".&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que o amor é mais que um simples estado de enamoramento, "o amor é uma filosofia de vida".&lt;br /&gt;Naquele dia, deixei de ser um reflexo dos meus escassos triunfos passados&lt;br /&gt;e passei a ser uma tênue luz no presente.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que de nada serve ser luz se não iluminar o caminho dos demais.&lt;br /&gt;Naquele dia, decidi trocar tantas coisas...&lt;br /&gt;Naquele dia, aprendi que os sonhos existem para tornar-se realidade.&lt;br /&gt;E desde aquele dia já não durmo para descansar...&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente durmo para sonhar."&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rTCUpv8nKyk/TsgaRcxpQcI/AAAAAAAARSM/g0Bkek2Q5Uk/s640/blogger-image--1074978960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rTCUpv8nKyk/TsgaRcxpQcI/AAAAAAAARSM/g0Bkek2Q5Uk/s640/blogger-image--1074978960.jpg" /&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/400829394129103011-1145828201955044935?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/1145828201955044935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=1145828201955044935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/1145828201955044935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/1145828201955044935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-assim-depois-de-muito-esperar-n-um.html' title='APRENDI... WALT DISNEY'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rTCUpv8nKyk/TsgaRcxpQcI/AAAAAAAARSM/g0Bkek2Q5Uk/s72-c/blogger-image--1074978960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-2589943874258189048</id><published>2011-11-13T02:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T02:39:03.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz</title><content type='html'>"Ser feliz sem motivo é a mais autêntica forma de felicidade."&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kxTKGwe7JlM/Tr-eRU9Nh6I/AAAAAAAARR8/9jAerjkhzs0/s640/blogger-image-1222209405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kxTKGwe7JlM/Tr-eRU9Nh6I/AAAAAAAARR8/9jAerjkhzs0/s640/blogger-image-1222209405.jpg" /&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/400829394129103011-2589943874258189048?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/2589943874258189048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=2589943874258189048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2589943874258189048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2589943874258189048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2011/11/feliz.html' title='Feliz'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kxTKGwe7JlM/Tr-eRU9Nh6I/AAAAAAAARR8/9jAerjkhzs0/s72-c/blogger-image-1222209405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-1579214157442438903</id><published>2011-11-06T05:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T05:40:24.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu tivesse medo de cara feia...</title><content type='html'>O FANTÁSTICO MUNDO DE WALT DISNEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoal, seriedade não é uma questão de cara feia. Nada a ver. Walt Elias Disney criou um império apostando num rato, num pato e num cachorro. Ele foi o exemplo de alguém que ousou sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouse fazer e o poder lhe será dado!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mz2CtlvcpQM/TraORHkuIjI/AAAAAAAARRs/T2s4MCvjEhA/s640/blogger-image-93026090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mz2CtlvcpQM/TraORHkuIjI/AAAAAAAARRs/T2s4MCvjEhA/s640/blogger-image-93026090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-z1ElBb8azaY/TraORvqxoGI/AAAAAAAARR0/ar4BMAznlH0/s640/blogger-image--1622963038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-z1ElBb8azaY/TraORvqxoGI/AAAAAAAARR0/ar4BMAznlH0/s640/blogger-image--1622963038.jpg" /&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/400829394129103011-1579214157442438903?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/1579214157442438903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=1579214157442438903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/1579214157442438903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/1579214157442438903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-eu-tivesse-medo-de-cara-feia.html' title='Se eu tivesse medo de cara feia...'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mz2CtlvcpQM/TraORHkuIjI/AAAAAAAARRs/T2s4MCvjEhA/s72-c/blogger-image-93026090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-8607421088472577935</id><published>2011-11-03T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:03:30.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Dentro de mim mora um anjo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quem me vê assim sorrindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kd6rJ1ikFR8/TrK6Fp8i0vI/AAAAAAAARQc/eB-IUio0Ow0/s400/Palhacinha.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670799487134782194" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não sabe nada de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3a7GF7oUML0/TrK6Fn1hVpI/AAAAAAAARQk/GcK-kAjAs8M/s1600/palhaca.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3a7GF7oUML0/TrK6Fn1hVpI/AAAAAAAARQk/GcK-kAjAs8M/s400/palhaca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670799486568453778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-8607421088472577935?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/8607421088472577935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=8607421088472577935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/8607421088472577935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/8607421088472577935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2011/11/dentro-de-mim-mora-um-anjo.html' title='Dentro de mim mora um anjo !'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kd6rJ1ikFR8/TrK6Fp8i0vI/AAAAAAAARQc/eB-IUio0Ow0/s72-c/Palhacinha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-2790564573939412495</id><published>2011-09-25T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T08:32:54.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6y1qihR0yKQ/TrKz9FnEuaI/AAAAAAAARP4/dkojNOZ1AGo/s1600/cuco.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6y1qihR0yKQ/TrKz9FnEuaI/AAAAAAAARP4/dkojNOZ1AGo/s400/cuco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670792742872332706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Olho na mente o relógio das horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E o tempo, voraz, sobre o futuro voa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Consumindo tudo, derrubando o resto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Qual Átila dos feitos que esperam vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O desespero é um grito mudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No ouvido da vida, um tédio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Um sopro na pena que cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dentre os dedos lânguidos do dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A marcha dos segundos vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Em fila sobre as matas da razão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;São os pés das horas que o relógio marca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não há tempo para olhar atento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Os feitos, os ditos e os contos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Desses que se fala em vão, à mesa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Também as botas sobre eles marcham,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Reduzindo a cinzas sonhos acordados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas, que tristeza atroz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pode-se viver melhor as horas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mesmo que os dias vão, vão e vão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sem parar o tempo, sem reparar a tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A aresta das coisas que ficaram lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-2790564573939412495?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/2790564573939412495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=2790564573939412495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2790564573939412495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2790564573939412495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2011/09/olho-na-mente-o-relogio-das-horas-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6y1qihR0yKQ/TrKz9FnEuaI/AAAAAAAARP4/dkojNOZ1AGo/s72-c/cuco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-2010210662683840783</id><published>2011-09-20T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T08:08:19.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Meu Aniversário! (20 de Setembro)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uL08zr8V-eU/TrKuPo55MqI/AAAAAAAARPs/JD5qA_Sp30s/s1600/563.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uL08zr8V-eU/TrKuPo55MqI/AAAAAAAARPs/JD5qA_Sp30s/s400/563.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670786464514388642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Feliz aniversário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento especial de renovação para sua alma e seu espírito, porque Deus, na sua infinita sabedoria, deu à natureza, a capacidade de desabrochar a cada nova estação e a nós capacidade de recomeçar a cada ano.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a você, um ano cheio de amor e de alegrias.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal fazer aniversário é ter a chance de fazer novos amigos, ajudar mais pessoas, aprender e ensinar novas lições, vivenciar outras dores e suportar velhos problemas.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir novos motivos e chorar outros, porque, amar o próximo é dar mais amparo, rezar mais preces e agradecer mais vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer Aniversário é amadurecer um pouco mais e olhar a vida como uma dádiva de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;É ser grato, reconhecido, forte, destemido.&lt;br /&gt;É ser rima, é ser verso, é ver Deus no universo;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns a você nesse dia tão grandioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-2010210662683840783?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/2010210662683840783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=2010210662683840783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2010210662683840783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2010210662683840783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2011/09/meu-aniversario-20-de-setembro.html' title='Meu Aniversário! (20 de Setembro)'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uL08zr8V-eU/TrKuPo55MqI/AAAAAAAARPs/JD5qA_Sp30s/s72-c/563.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-6501707153288249081</id><published>2010-08-18T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T12:43:14.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Dedos da mão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/TGw3qo0AIdI/AAAAAAAAQj8/uBYaY7kjTfI/s1600/11865_1180175192521_1472406127_30474760_2949253_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506837650016838098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/TGw3qo0AIdI/AAAAAAAAQj8/uBYaY7kjTfI/s400/11865_1180175192521_1472406127_30474760_2949253_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há dias em que queremos matar, matar tudo o que respira, tudo o que transpira vida, tudo o que é sorriso, tudo o que é alegria. Tudo a nossa frente, tudo o que se move, tudo o que sobe, tudo o que alegra e também o que padece. Tudo o que comove, tudo o que consome nosso sono e nosso olhar, nossos medos, nossas alegrias. A ira e a desesperança querem arrastar tudo em um imenso dilúvio a sua frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que queremos morrer, morrer mil mortes, morrer e levar junto tudo o que não temos, tudo o que queremos, tudo o que vemos . Morrer infinitamente, morrer sempre, em todos os lugares e em todos os momentos. Essa é a morte da tristeza, da entrega e do abandono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias ambiguos dentro de nossa natureza ambigua, nesses dias queremos matar mas também queremos morrer, até termos a satisfação que nada restou, tudo se dizimou, se consumiu, voltou ao pó, só então podemos morrer e descansar em paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pequenos dias de alegrias: o sorriso de alguém que se ama ou mesmo que se gosta, uma palavra, um olhar, uma companhia, um carinho, esses dias contamos nos dedos de uma mão. &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/400829394129103011-6501707153288249081?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/6501707153288249081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=6501707153288249081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/6501707153288249081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/6501707153288249081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2010/08/dedos-da-mao.html' title='Dedos da mão'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/TGw3qo0AIdI/AAAAAAAAQj8/uBYaY7kjTfI/s72-c/11865_1180175192521_1472406127_30474760_2949253_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-3731610346322338773</id><published>2010-08-15T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T06:04:03.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Simplesmente Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/TGflO7sD4PI/AAAAAAAAQjI/WwUv_bP6WeM/s1600/20643_254671866762_143530011762_4267821_8190049_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505621114187145458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/TGflO7sD4PI/AAAAAAAAQjI/WwUv_bP6WeM/s400/20643_254671866762_143530011762_4267821_8190049_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tantas, sou só uma e sou tantas&lt;br /&gt;Sou devassa e sou santa&lt;br /&gt;Recatada e vulgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louca, tão centrada e tão louca&lt;br /&gt;Degustando em tua boca&lt;br /&gt;As delícias de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me respeita e me abusa&lt;br /&gt;Me ame como quiser&lt;br /&gt;Simples demais ou confusa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou simplesmente mulher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silvia Machete&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="205"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/lhqUVu_mA6E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/lhqUVu_mA6E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="205"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/400829394129103011-3731610346322338773?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/3731610346322338773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=3731610346322338773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/3731610346322338773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/3731610346322338773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2010/08/simplesmente-mulher.html' title='Simplesmente Mulher'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/TGflO7sD4PI/AAAAAAAAQjI/WwUv_bP6WeM/s72-c/20643_254671866762_143530011762_4267821_8190049_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-3869679634025787578</id><published>2010-07-20T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T08:00:01.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigo(a), tenha um feliz dia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/20/781.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/20/s_781.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pontos de vista de George Carlin sobre envelhecer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sabia que a única época da nossa vida em que gostamos de ficar velhos é quando somos crianças? Se Você tem menos de 10 anos, Você está tão excitado sobre envelhecer que pensa em frações. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantos anos Você tem? Tenho quatro e meio! Você nunca terá trinta e seis e meio. Você tem quatro e meio, indo para cinco! Este é o lance! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando Você chega à adolescência, ninguém mais o segura. Você pula para um número próximo, ou mesmo alguns à frente.. 'Qual é sua idade?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eu vou fazer 16!' Você pode ter 13, mas (tá ligado?) vou fazer 16 porra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí chega o maior dia da sua vida! Você completa 21! Até as palavras soam como uma cerimônia: VOCÊ ESTÁ FAZENDO 21. Uhuuuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas então Você 'se torna' 30. Ooooh, que aconteceu agora? Isso faz Você soar como leite estragado! Êle 'se tornou azedo'; tivemos que jogá-lo fora. Não tem mais graça agora, Você é apenas um bolo azedo. O que está errado? O que mudou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você COMPLETA 21, Você 'SE TORNA' 30, aí Você está 'EMPURRANDO' 40. Putz! Pise no freio, tudo está derrapando! Antes que se dê conta, Você CHEGA aos 50 e seus sonhos se foram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, espere! Você ALCANÇA os 60. Você nem achava que poderia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, Você COMPLETA 21, Você 'SE TORNA' 30, 'EMPURRA' os 40, CHEGA aos 50 e ALCANÇA os 60. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pegou tanto embalo que BATE nos 70! Depois disso, a coisa é na base do dia-a-dia; 'Estarei BATENDO aí na 4ª.. feira!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você entra nos seus 80 e cada dia é um ciclo completo; Você bate no lanche, a tarde se torna 4:30; Você alcança o horário de ir para a cama. E não termina aqui.. Entrado nos 90, V. começa a dar marcha à ré; 'Eu TINHA exatos 92.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí acontece uma coisa estranha. Se Você passa dos 100, Você se torna criança pequena outra vez. 'Eu tenho 100 e meio!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que todos Vocês cheguem a um saudável 100 e meio!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMO PERMANECER JOVEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livre-se de todos os números não-essenciais. Isto inclui idade, peso e altura. Deixe os médicos se preocupar com eles. É para isso que Você os paga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantenha apenas os amigos alegres. Os ranzinzas, os que só reclamam da vida só deprimem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue aprendendo. Aprenda mais sobre o computador, ofícios, jardinagem, seja o que for, até radio-amadorismo. Nunca deixe o cérebro inativo. 'Uma mente inativa é a oficina do diabo. Trabalhe, estude! E o nome de família do diabo é ALZHEIMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprecie as coisas simples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria sempre, alto e bom som! Ria até perder o fôlego,brinque,conte piada,reuna os amigos e familiares,os bem humorados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas fazem parte. Suporte, queixe-se e vá adiante. As únicas pessoas que estão conosco a vida inteira somos nós mesmos. Mostre estar VIVO enquanto estiver vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerque-se daquilo que ama, seja família, animais de estimação, coleções, música, plantas, hobbies, seja o que for. Seu lar é seu refúgio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuide da sua saúde: se estiver boa, preserve-a. Se estiver instável, melhore-a. Se estiver além do que Você possa fazer, peça ajuda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não 'viaje' às suas culpas. Faça uma viagem ao shopping, até o município mais próximo ou a um país no exterior, mas NÃO para onde Você tiver enterrado as suas culpas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga às pessoas a quem Você ama que Você as ama, a cada oportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E LEMBRE-SE SEMPRE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é medida pela quantidade de vezes que respiramos, mas pelos momentos que nos tiram a respiração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jornada da vida não é para se chegar ao túmulo em segurança em um corpo bem preservado, mas sim para se escorregar para dentro meio de lado, totalmente gasto, berrando: " QUE VIAGEM!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-3869679634025787578?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/3869679634025787578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=3869679634025787578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/3869679634025787578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/3869679634025787578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2010/07/amigoa-tenha-um-feliz-dia.html' title='Amigo(a), tenha um feliz dia!'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-7402202604602548050</id><published>2010-07-12T04:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T04:32:22.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pense !</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/12/388.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/12/s_388.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tinha que existir uma pintura totalmente livre da dependência da figura – o objeto – que, como a música, não ilustra coisa alguma, não conta uma história e não lança um mito. Tal pintura contenta-se em evocar os reinos incomunicáveis do espírito, onde o sonho se torna pensamento, onde o traço se torna existência”&lt;br /&gt;(Michel Seuphol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-7402202604602548050?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/7402202604602548050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=7402202604602548050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7402202604602548050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7402202604602548050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2010/07/pense.html' title='Pense !'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-3734009392951565225</id><published>2010-06-21T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T08:29:16.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver e desenhar sem borracha !</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/21/836.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/21/s_836.jpg' border='0' width='256' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando falares, cuida para que tuas palavras sejam melhores do que o teu silêncio, e lembre-se que alto deve ser o valor de suas idéias, não o volume de sua voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-3734009392951565225?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/3734009392951565225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=3734009392951565225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/3734009392951565225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/3734009392951565225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2010/06/viver-e-desenhar-sem-borracha.html' title='Viver e desenhar sem borracha !'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-9006358550929477718</id><published>2010-06-18T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:30:42.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Serginho ou Dicesar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/TBuQm4Zoo4I/AAAAAAAAQgg/Gh6b_7iKT90/s1600/91285610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484135968903046018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/TBuQm4Zoo4I/AAAAAAAAQgg/Gh6b_7iKT90/s400/91285610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recordar é viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pausa e um retorno a uma infância tão presente ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem jornalistas que se destacam por sua sensibilidade e sabedoria, adquirida por vasta experiência e enorme reflexão sobre vivências. Valeu, Pedro Bial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive a oportunidade de ver em video, pelo Youtube, seu discurso, antes de anunciar a eliminação de um participante do BBB10. No paredão estavam Serginho e Dicesar. É interessante que também no Youtube pode-se apreciar Judy Garland, no filme O Mágico de Oz, cantando "Somewhere over the Rainbow", que lhe inspirou e serviu para o, como disse, "resumo da tradução".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu, Pedro Bial!&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho como não deixar registradas suas palavras, para que não se percam ao vento, visto servir para qualquer um de nós, que carrega no peito a criança que fomos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Serginho é Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;E Peter Pan é a criança que não cresceu e sabe voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer aprender? Quer voar?&lt;br /&gt;Pense numa coisa boa,&lt;br /&gt;Pense numa coisa bem boa...&lt;br /&gt;É só pensar em coisa boa que a gente voa.&lt;br /&gt;Pense numa coisa bem linda, que você nem viu ainda,&lt;br /&gt;Num raio de luar... e você vai voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan, sombra na parede da caverna de Capitão Gancho...&lt;br /&gt;Travessura... espectro... imagem só?&lt;br /&gt;Será? Não é possível!&lt;br /&gt;É ele...Pan... Está lá?...Lá? ... Ele está?&lt;br /&gt;De que lado ele está?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só pensar em coisa boa que a gente voa...&lt;br /&gt;E se pensar em coisa ruim?&lt;br /&gt;Bom...pode até chegar ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicesar é Dorothy, do Mágico de Oz.&lt;br /&gt;Sapatinhos vermelhos, Dimmy... e brilhantes!&lt;br /&gt;Dicesar tem coração grande, que não murchou,&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tantas vezes machucado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para você Dicesar e para você Serginho,&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de cantar uma canção.&lt;br /&gt;Como eu não canto assim tão bem,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou dizer um resumo da tradução:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar, acima do arco-íris... lá em cima,&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma terra que eu ouvi falar uma vez, numa canção de ninar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar acima do arco-íris... o céu é azul,&lt;br /&gt;E os sonhos, que você ousa sonhar, se tornam realidade... verdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou fazer um pedido a uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;E acordar num lugar além das nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;Onde os problemas se derretem, como balas de limão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem para lá do topo das chaminés...&lt;br /&gt;É lá que você vai me encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Pássaros azuis voam acima do arco-íris...&lt;br /&gt;Se pássaros azuis voam, contentes, acima do arco-íris,&lt;br /&gt;Por que "eu" não posso voar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no place like home!&lt;br /&gt;Tecla SAP: Não há lugar como a casa da gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serginho, Peter Pan, está em casa, em qualquer lugar, onde estiver mamãe.&lt;br /&gt;E mãe para Serginho é o que não falta por aí...&lt;br /&gt;Não é Fernanda?&lt;br /&gt;Não é Michel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicesar, Dorothy, busca o caminho de casa.&lt;br /&gt;Quer ir para casa, ficar com a mãe;&lt;br /&gt;Segue a estrada de tijolos amarelos...&lt;br /&gt;E ainda quer arrumar coragem para o Leão,&lt;br /&gt;Um coração para o Homem de Lata,&lt;br /&gt;Um cérebro para o Espantalho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai caramba!&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan ou Dorothy...&lt;br /&gt;Serginho ou Dicesar...&lt;br /&gt;Quem sai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai Serginho! "&lt;br /&gt;( 53% )&lt;br /&gt;Que comovente anúncio de eliminação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pude deixar de buscar o video no Youtube correspondente à canção citada "Somewhere over the rainbow" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes me vi com as chiquinhas da criança interpretada por Judy Garland, seguindo o mesmo trajeto indicado na música, e elevando o olhar para o céu, buscando minha amiga estrela, para emitir um pedido, ou seguir esperançosa o caminho traçado pelo arco-íris, fascinada pelas cores que traziam paz ao meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho pendor musical, mas lá me imaginava cantando... Lembram da música? Então a coloquem mentalmente na letra abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este início é em forma de monólogo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um lugar sem problemas...&lt;br /&gt;Acha que existe um lugar assim, Totó?&lt;br /&gt;Deve existir...&lt;br /&gt;Não é um lugar aonde podemos chegar de barco ou de trem.&lt;br /&gt;É longe, bem longe...&lt;br /&gt;Atrás da lua...&lt;br /&gt;Para lá das chuvas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora transporta o sentimento para a música e usa essa forma de manifestação:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Em algum lugar, acima do arco-íris... lá em cima...&lt;br /&gt;Há um lugar de que ouvi falar... numa cantiga de ninar.&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar, acima do arco-íris... o céu é azul,&lt;br /&gt;E os sonhos... que se ousa sonhar...se tornam realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, farei um pedido às estrelas, e acordar num lugar&lt;br /&gt;Onde as nuvens estão muito atrás de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Onde os problemas derretam, como dropes de limão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem acima do alto das chaminés&lt;br /&gt;É onde vai me achar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar, acima do arco-íris, os pássaros azuis voam.&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros azuis voam acima do arco-íris...&lt;br /&gt;Por que, então, eu não posso?&lt;br /&gt;Se os felizes passarinhos azuis voam, além do arco-íris,&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu não posso? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí baixava meu olhar e ficava contemplando uma fileira de formiguinhas, cada uma carregando um pedaço de folha nas costas, contribuindo para o sustento e proteção do grupo... De repente, maravilhada, voltava minha visão para os respingos de chuva em meio aos raios de sol, ou raios de sol em meio aos respingos de chuva, com o arco-íris já se formando... Levantava correndo para pisar na terra, que já ía se tranformando em barro, me permitindo fazer parte da Natureza... E me punha a pensar... por que não eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como posso retornar a esse tempo e tornar tudo tão presente ainda?&lt;br /&gt;Eis a Física Quântica caminhando para possibilitar a resposta a essa inquietude.&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/400829394129103011-9006358550929477718?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/9006358550929477718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=9006358550929477718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/9006358550929477718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/9006358550929477718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2010/06/serginho-ou-dicesar.html' title='Serginho ou Dicesar?'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/TBuQm4Zoo4I/AAAAAAAAQgg/Gh6b_7iKT90/s72-c/91285610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-7361304359133766089</id><published>2010-06-18T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:23:18.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>O Arco-Iris ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/TBuPQzWPxhI/AAAAAAAAQgY/YxJgv4AreBc/s1600/moinho-de-vento-e-tulipas-na-holanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Uma só.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais sofisticado o restaurante, menor a porção da sobremesa.&lt;br /&gt;Aí a vontade que dá é de passar numa loja de conveniência, comprar um litro de sorvete bem cremoso e saborear em casa com direito a repetir quantas vezes a gente quiser, sem pensar em calorias, boas maneiras ou moderação.&lt;br /&gt;O sorvete é só um exemplo do que tem sido nosso cotidiano.A vida anda cheia de meias porções, de prazeres meia-boca, de aventuras pela metade.&lt;br /&gt;A gente sai pra jantar, mas come pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Vai à festa de casamento, mas resiste aos bombons.&lt;br /&gt;Conquista a chamada liberdade sexual, mas tem que fingir que é difícil (a imensa maioria das mulheres continua com pavor de ser rotulada de 'fácil').&lt;br /&gt;Adora tomar um banho demorado, mas se contém pra não desperdiçar os recursos do planeta.&lt;br /&gt;Quer beijar aquele cara 20 anos mais novo, mas tem medo de fazer papel ridículo.&lt;br /&gt;Tem vontade de ficar em casa vendo um DVD, esparramada no sofá, mas se obriga a ir malhar.&lt;br /&gt;E por aí vai.Tantos deveres, tanta preocupação em 'acertar', tanto empenho em passar na vida sem pegar recuperação...Aí a vida vai ficando sem tempero, politicamente correta e existencialmente sem-graça, enquanto a gente vai ficando melancolicamente sem tesão...Às vezes dá vontade de fazer tudo 'errado'. Deixar de lado a régua, o compasso, a bússola, a balança e os 10 mandamentos.Ser ridícula, inadequada, incoerente e não estar nem aí pro que dizem e o que pensam a nosso respeito. Recusar prazeres incompletos e meias porções.&lt;br /&gt;Até Santo Agostinho, que foi santo, uma vez se rebelou e disse uma frase mais ou menos assim: 'Deus, dai-me continência e castidade, mas não agora'...Nós, que não aspiramos à santidade e estamos aqui de passagem, podemos (devemos?) desejar várias bolas de sorvete, bombons de muitos sabores, vários beijos bem dados, a água batendo sem pressa no corpo, o coração saciado.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a gente cria juízo.Um dia.Não tem que ser agora.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, garçom, por favor, me traga: cinco bolas de sorvete de chocolate, um sofá pra eu ver 10 episódios do 'Law and Order', uma caixa de trufas bem macias e o Richard Gere, nu, embrulhado pra presente.OK? Não necessariamente nessa ordem.Depois a gente vê como é que faz pra consertar o estrago . . ."Você nasce sem pedir e morre sem querer. Aproveite o intervalo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-4661417518183317689?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/4661417518183317689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=4661417518183317689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/4661417518183317689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/4661417518183317689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470001178368266530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/S-lZFyWb0SI/AAAAAAAAQZ8/Ufc3KhNwqGU/s400/91285610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deixo o corpo cansado&lt;br /&gt;e um fardo de emoções&lt;br /&gt;já um tanto pesado de carregar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixo sonhos por sonhar&lt;br /&gt;abraços por dar&lt;br /&gt;e palavras ao vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixo sementes por plantar&lt;br /&gt;pedras por lapidar&lt;br /&gt;e amanhãs por inventar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixo um caminho pela metade&lt;br /&gt;paixões mal resolvidas&lt;br /&gt;e pontes por atravessar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixo poemas incompletos,&lt;br /&gt;um arco-íris no olhar&lt;br /&gt;e tantas lágrimas ainda por chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barco longe do cais,&lt;br /&gt;deixo o vento me levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Ademir Antonio Bacca&lt;br /&gt;in “Poesia do Brasil – volume 10”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-2967405057309737796?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/2967405057309737796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=2967405057309737796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2967405057309737796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2967405057309737796'/><link 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Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-8957503296551263410</id><published>2010-03-08T04:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T04:05:25.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/S5TheZoeDvI/AAAAAAAAQSY/tQEjy8dqm5U/s1600-h/cart%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446225761790725874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/S5TheZoeDvI/AAAAAAAAQSY/tQEjy8dqm5U/s400/cart%C3%A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todo o esforço e a luta do  seu dia a dia jamais serão suficientes&lt;br /&gt;para poder enfraquecer-te, mas sim e tão somentepara dia após dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;exaltar com mais nobreza ainda a grandiosidade do teu lindo ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para você mulher tão especial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ DIA INTERNACIONAL DA MULHER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-8957503296551263410?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/S5TheZoeDvI/AAAAAAAAQSY/tQEjy8dqm5U/s72-c/cart%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-6745873472371044354</id><published>2010-01-08T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:28:03.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Aproveite o dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/S0cWs0DaeTI/AAAAAAAAQMM/Cv416USjpzU/s1600-h/por+do+sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424329235334068530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/S0cWs0DaeTI/AAAAAAAAQMM/Cv416USjpzU/s400/por+do+sol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não leve a faxina ou o trabalho tão a sério!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense que a camada de pó vai proteger a madeira que está por baixo dela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma casa só vai virar um lar quando você for capaz de escrever "Eu te amo"&lt;br /&gt;sobre os móveis !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antigamente eu gastava no mínimo 8 horas por semana para manter tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;limpo, caso "alguém aparecesse para visitar" - mas depois descobri que ninguém&lt;br /&gt;passa "por acaso" para visitar- todos estão muito ocupados passeando, se&lt;br /&gt;divertindo e aproveitando a vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora, se alguém aparecer de repente?&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho que explicar a situação da minha casa a ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... as pessoas não estão interessadas em saber o que eu fiquei fazendo o&lt;br /&gt;dia todo enquanto elas passeavam, se divertiam e aproveitavam a vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso você ainda não tenha percebido: A VIDA É CURTA ... APROVEITE-A!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tire o pó ... se precisar...&lt;br /&gt;mas não seria melhor pintar um quadro ou escrever uma carta, dar um passeio&lt;br /&gt;ou visitar um amigo, assar um bolo e lamber a colher suja de massa, plantar e&lt;br /&gt;regar umas sementinhas?&lt;br /&gt;Pese muito bem a diferença entre QUERER e PRECISAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tire o pó... se precisar...&lt;br /&gt;...mas você não terá muito tempo livre...&lt;br /&gt;...para festejar, nadar, escalar montanhas, brincar com os cachorros, ouvir&lt;br /&gt;música, ler livros, cultivar os amigos, fazer tudo o que gosta e aproveitar&lt;br /&gt;a vida!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tire o pó... se precisar...&lt;br /&gt;...mas a vida continua lá fora, o sol iluminando os olhos, o vento agitando&lt;br /&gt;os cabelos, um floco de neve (quem sabe?...), as gotas da chuva caindo&lt;br /&gt;mansamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense bem, este dia não voltará jamais!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tire o pó... se precisar....&lt;br /&gt;...mas não se esqueça que você vai envelhecer e muita coisa não será mais&lt;br /&gt;tão fácil de fazer como agora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando você partir, como todos nós partiremos um dia, também vai virar&lt;br /&gt;pó!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nínguém vai se lembrar de quantas contas você pagou, nem de sua casa tão&lt;br /&gt;limpinha, mas vão se lembrar de sua amizade, de sua alegria e do que você&lt;br /&gt;ensinou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFINAL:&lt;br /&gt;Não é o que você "juntou", e sim o que você "espalhou" que reflete como&lt;br /&gt;você viveu a sua vida!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Claudia Lins&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;" Nasce uma flor quando você é cordial."&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/400829394129103011-6745873472371044354?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/6745873472371044354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=6745873472371044354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/6745873472371044354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/6745873472371044354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2010/01/aproveite-o-dia.html' title='Aproveite o dia'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/S0cWs0DaeTI/AAAAAAAAQMM/Cv416USjpzU/s72-c/por+do+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-5429678416868868004</id><published>2009-12-28T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T11:50:28.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>One Love  Feliz 2010 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesta época do ano em que as caixas postais ficam entupidas com mensagens repletas de intermináveis e chatas apresentações em power point, vou recorrer mais uma vez ao pessoal da fundação Playing for Change. Eles se definem como "um movimento multimídia criado para inspirar, conectar e trazer a paz para o mundo através da música", uma bela idéia sem dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço as visitas e comentários de todos os amigos que passaram por aqui durante o ano de 2009 e desejo um ótimo 2010 com muitos e belos textos, romances, contos, poemas, músicas e tudo aquilo que ainda pode fazer da raça humana uma coisa melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/4xjPODksI08&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/4xjPODksI08&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-5429678416868868004?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/5429678416868868004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=5429678416868868004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/5429678416868868004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/5429678416868868004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-love-feliz-2010.html' title='One Love  Feliz 2010 !'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-353153764857307247</id><published>2009-09-09T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:36:15.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Eu, ontem e hoje ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/Sqe9Rilx2nI/AAAAAAAAP6E/8V2-gPZJc0w/s1600-h/ontem+e+hoje2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379476388958034546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/Sqe9Rilx2nI/AAAAAAAAP6E/8V2-gPZJc0w/s400/ontem+e+hoje2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As coisas que tenho, deixo-as livres.&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia forem e não voltarem&lt;br /&gt;é porque nunca as tive...&lt;br /&gt;Porém se um dia forem e voltarem,&lt;br /&gt;é porque eu não só as tive&lt;br /&gt;COMO AS CONQUISTEI!! &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/400829394129103011-353153764857307247?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/353153764857307247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=353153764857307247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/353153764857307247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/353153764857307247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-ontem-e-hoje.html' title='Eu, ontem e hoje ...'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/Sqe9Rilx2nI/AAAAAAAAP6E/8V2-gPZJc0w/s72-c/ontem+e+hoje2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-160837395741877636</id><published>2009-08-27T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:01:51.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>As vezes ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SpatzkkPJTI/AAAAAAAAP3s/n00SwPlNAyQ/s1600-h/1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374674306813863218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SpatzkkPJTI/AAAAAAAAP3s/n00SwPlNAyQ/s400/1c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"As vezes o silêncio grita tão alto,&lt;br /&gt;que nossas almas se recolhem..." &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/400829394129103011-160837395741877636?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/160837395741877636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=160837395741877636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/160837395741877636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/160837395741877636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-vezes.html' title='As vezes ...'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SpatzkkPJTI/AAAAAAAAP3s/n00SwPlNAyQ/s72-c/1c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-5121707591228977771</id><published>2009-06-28T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T05:35:32.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Meu Decreto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SdPLeuBhbcI/AAAAAAAANao/rbmPxfRLMjs/s1600-h/girasol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319819313465617858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SdPLeuBhbcI/AAAAAAAANao/rbmPxfRLMjs/s400/girasol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fica decretado que, a partir deste instante, haverá girassóis em todas as janelas, que os girassóis terão direito a abrir-se dentro da sombra; e que as janelas devem permanecer, o dia inteiro, abertas para o verde onde cresce a esperança.&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/400829394129103011-5121707591228977771?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/5121707591228977771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=5121707591228977771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/5121707591228977771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/5121707591228977771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2009/06/meu-decreto.html' title='Meu Decreto'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SdPLeuBhbcI/AAAAAAAANao/rbmPxfRLMjs/s72-c/girasol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-6981944894969344023</id><published>2009-06-19T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:02:28.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>O Louco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/Sjuza2IzxTI/AAAAAAAAN0c/nbFOT3554wU/s1600-h/louco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349066256223028530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/Sjuza2IzxTI/AAAAAAAAN0c/nbFOT3554wU/s400/louco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perguntais-me como me tornei louco. Aconteceu assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, muito tempo antes de muitos deuses terem nascido, despertei de um sono profundo e notei que todas as minhas máscaras tinham sido roubadas – as sete máscaras que eu havia confeccionado e usado em sete vidas – e corri sem máscara pelas ruas cheias de gente gritando: “Ladrões, ladrões, malditos ladrões!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homens e mulheres riram de mim e alguns correram para casa, com medo de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando cheguei à praça do mercado, um garoto trepado no telhado de uma casa gritou: “É um louco!” Olhei para cima, para vê-lo. O sol beijou pela primeira vez minha face nua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez, o sol beijava minha face nua, e minha alma inflamou-se de amor pelo sol, e não desejei mais minhas máscaras. E, como num transe, gritei: “Benditos, benditos os ladrões que roubaram minhas máscaras!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim me tornei louco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E encontrei tanto liberdade como segurança em minha loucura: a liberdade da solidão e a segurança de não ser compreendido, pois aquele que nos compreende escraviza alguma coisa em nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kalil Gibran)&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/400829394129103011-6981944894969344023?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/6981944894969344023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=6981944894969344023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-2730381602489059048</id><published>2009-03-23T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:08:14.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Isabelle</title><content type='html'>ISABELLE (Charles Aznavour) eu adoro estas músicas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/an8FHGJRLIs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/an8FHGJRLIs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depuis longtemps mon cœur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Etait à la retraite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Et ne pensait jamais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Devoir se réveiller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mais au son de ta voix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;J'ai relevé la tête&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Et l'amour m'a reprisAvant que d'y penserIsabelle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isabelle Isabelle IsabelleIsabelle Isabelle Isabelle mon amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Comme on passe le doigt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entre l'arbre et l'écorceL'amour s'est infiltré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S'est glissé sous ma peau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Avec tant d'insistance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Et avec tant de force&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que je n'ai plus depuis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ni calme ni repos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isabelle Isabelle Isabelle IsabelleIsabelle Isabelle Isabelle mon amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Les heures près de toi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fuient comme des secondes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Les journées loin de toi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ressemblent à des années&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qui donnent à mon amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Un goût de fin du monde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elles troublent mon corps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Autant que ma pensée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isabelle Isabelle Isabelle IsabelleIsabelle Isabelle Isabelle mon amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu vis dans la lumière&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Et moi dans les coins sombres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Car tu te meurs de vivre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Et je me meurs d'amourJe me contenterais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De caresser ton ombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Si tu voulais m'offrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ton destin pour toujours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isabelle Isabelle Isabelle IsabelleIsabelle Isabelle Isabelle mon amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/o8Ge0Voytx8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/o8Ge0Voytx8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-2730381602489059048?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/2730381602489059048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=2730381602489059048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2730381602489059048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2730381602489059048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2009/03/isabelle.html' title='Isabelle'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-2834282328411944569</id><published>2009-03-16T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:33:45.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Charme e Estilo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/Sb5VLBDNelI/AAAAAAAANPQ/j0A5v4JfnXg/s1600-h/coco_chanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313778258092587602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/Sb5VLBDNelI/AAAAAAAANPQ/j0A5v4JfnXg/s400/coco_chanel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Apagar-me&lt;br /&gt;diluir-me&lt;br /&gt;desmanchar-me&lt;br /&gt;até que depois&lt;br /&gt;de mim&lt;br /&gt;de nós&lt;br /&gt;de tudo&lt;br /&gt;não reste mais&lt;br /&gt;que o charme. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Paulo Leminsk)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-2834282328411944569?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/2834282328411944569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=2834282328411944569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2834282328411944569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2834282328411944569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2009/03/charme-e-estilo.html' title='Charme e Estilo'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/Sb5VLBDNelI/AAAAAAAANPQ/j0A5v4JfnXg/s72-c/coco_chanel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-7505034869452271007</id><published>2009-02-12T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T05:53:15.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Carta</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;No rodapé da carta, um beijo ardente,&lt;br /&gt;Traduzindo, no batom, divina jura&lt;br /&gt;As delícias do amor que se procura&lt;br /&gt;As volúpias de um desejo permanente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraçado àquela carta, docemente,&lt;br /&gt;Do desejo, do prazer, pela gravura,&lt;br /&gt;Eu beijei o papel com tal ternura&lt;br /&gt;Que a senti, por instantes, em minha frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dos lábios, no elan delicioso,&lt;br /&gt;Um murmúrio de afeto venturoso,&lt;br /&gt;Eu ouvi quando suguei divino mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saciado pela seiva da distância,&lt;br /&gt;O instante envolveu a minha ânsia,&lt;br /&gt;Que senti beijando a boca no papel&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/400829394129103011-7505034869452271007?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/7505034869452271007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=7505034869452271007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7505034869452271007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7505034869452271007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2009/02/carta.html' title='A Carta'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-9082281229584170777</id><published>2009-01-26T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:27:57.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puca Maluca'/><title type='text'>Minha Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_39Hy0jnXLjQ/SX3Jq98HVUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ecpqB_P-2IU/s1600-h/sombra+de+uma+arvore.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295610476875961666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_39Hy0jnXLjQ/SX3Jq98HVUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ecpqB_P-2IU/s400/sombra+de+uma+arvore.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Minha alma tem o peso da luz.&lt;br /&gt;Tem o peso da música.&lt;br /&gt;Tem o peso da palavra nunca dita, prestes quem sabe a ser dita.&lt;br /&gt;Tem o peso de uma lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;Tem o peso de uma saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Tem o peso de um olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Pesa como pesa uma ausência.&lt;br /&gt;E a lágrima que não se chorou.&lt;br /&gt;Tem o imaterial peso da solidão no meio de outros."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-9082281229584170777?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/9082281229584170777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=9082281229584170777&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/9082281229584170777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/9082281229584170777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2009/01/minha-alma.html' title='Minha Alma'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_39Hy0jnXLjQ/SX3Jq98HVUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ecpqB_P-2IU/s72-c/sombra+de+uma+arvore.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-3236186888858331422</id><published>2009-01-23T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:27:57.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puca Maluca'/><title type='text'>por ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_39Hy0jnXLjQ/SXoKfMtZhpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Mu2u76qr4d4/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294555843031303826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_39Hy0jnXLjQ/SXoKfMtZhpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Mu2u76qr4d4/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;posso-te escrever&lt;br /&gt;um nome&lt;br /&gt;uma história&lt;br /&gt;uma vida&lt;br /&gt;posso-te mostrar&lt;br /&gt;um sonho&lt;br /&gt;uma esperança&lt;br /&gt;uma incerteza&lt;br /&gt;posso-te acolher&lt;br /&gt;em mim&lt;br /&gt;no bater do coração&lt;br /&gt;sorrir-te cumplicidades&lt;br /&gt;posso-te contar&lt;br /&gt;poemas&lt;br /&gt;ao sabor de uma lareira&lt;br /&gt;em horas surpreendentes&lt;br /&gt;também posso&lt;br /&gt;dar-te a mão&lt;br /&gt;ou um abraço forte&lt;br /&gt;nos dias sós&lt;br /&gt;bipolares&lt;br /&gt;afirmo-te&lt;br /&gt;que estarei cá&lt;br /&gt;sempre&lt;br /&gt;por ti &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/400829394129103011-3236186888858331422?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/3236186888858331422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=3236186888858331422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/3236186888858331422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/3236186888858331422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2009/01/por-ti.html' title='por ti'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_39Hy0jnXLjQ/SXoKfMtZhpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Mu2u76qr4d4/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-7058148113129335110</id><published>2009-01-23T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T05:51:27.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puca Maluca'/><title type='text'>Quanto vale a liberdade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Quanto vale a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não quer saber&lt;br /&gt;Do Sol nem da sociedade&lt;br /&gt;E sonha em também poder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual o preço da revolta&lt;br /&gt;Para quem só pensa em si&lt;br /&gt;E se entregando nem nota&lt;br /&gt;Como foi pra conseguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que vale libertar&lt;br /&gt;Quem não sabe dar valor&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem livre nada sente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem irá novamente&lt;br /&gt;Por vontade se entregar&lt;br /&gt;E zombar do salvador &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-7058148113129335110?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/7058148113129335110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=7058148113129335110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7058148113129335110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7058148113129335110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2009/01/quanto-vale-liberdade.html' title='Quanto vale a liberdade?'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-3532718653348087879</id><published>2009-01-23T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:27:57.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puca Maluca'/><title type='text'>A Rua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_39Hy0jnXLjQ/SXoC5bgr8XI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CxuMI-WoYyg/s1600-h/ruas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294547497588093298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_39Hy0jnXLjQ/SXoC5bgr8XI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CxuMI-WoYyg/s400/ruas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O cheiro da minha rua ao meio dia&lt;br /&gt;É irresistivelmente feijão no fogo&lt;br /&gt;A confusão da minha rua à tardinha&lt;br /&gt;É incansavelmente, menino, bola, bicicleta&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio da minha rua no cair da noite&lt;br /&gt;É sussurradamente o dia amanhecendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Talita do Monte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-3532718653348087879?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/3532718653348087879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=3532718653348087879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/3532718653348087879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/3532718653348087879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2009/01/rua.html' title='A Rua'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_39Hy0jnXLjQ/SXoC5bgr8XI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CxuMI-WoYyg/s72-c/ruas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-4111109163677176654</id><published>2009-01-23T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:27:57.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puca Maluca'/><title type='text'>A "minha" Puca Maluca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_39Hy0jnXLjQ/SXn5ouM7y6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/0EcFrf_IPbw/s1600-h/pucaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294537314943093666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_39Hy0jnXLjQ/SXn5ouM7y6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/0EcFrf_IPbw/s400/pucaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pucca ou Pucca Funny Love (coreano) é uma série de animação produzida em flash pela companhia Vooz da Coréia do Sul, em associação com a marca Jetix (marca da Disney anteriormente conhecida como Fox Kids).A personagem principal é Pucca (Puc-Ka), filha mais nova de um proprietário de um restaurante chinês de noodles. Pucca está apaixonada por um ninja cujo o nome é Garu (Gaa-roo), que tenta desesperadamente evitar os avanços de Pucca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora o enredo das histórias sugira que Pucca e Garu namoram, parece que as manifestações amorosas de Pucca são demasiadas para o gosto de Garu, que tenta evitar toda esta afeição “desnecessária”, mas frequentemente falha.Muitos cartões de cumprimento e episódios em flash centram-se em torno das tentativas cômicas de Pucca para roubar um beijo de Garu e a competição entre as duas personagens. Há pouco a nenhum diálogo nestes episódios em flash de modo que os surdos pelo mundo inteiro possam os apreciar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lugar mais popular para que os fãs alcancem a série Pucca Funny Love é o Puccaclub.com. As personagens são muito populares na Europa e na Ásia, como animações na tevê e nas vinhetas de cartoon na Europa e na América do Sul. Estas animações estão em DVD, disponível na Alemanha. Um Publisher do livro das crianças BRITÂNICAS (Hodder) publicou também uma série de livros de Pucca. Em Israel, um “Pucca Snack” foi lançado em maio, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há também umas séries on-going do manhwa em coreano, e traduzido em chinês e em alemão, de Pucca e Garu que viajando em torno do mundo. As séries animadas têm chegado recentemente nos Estados Unidos e são mostradas agora no Jetix.&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/400829394129103011-4111109163677176654?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/4111109163677176654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=4111109163677176654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/4111109163677176654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/4111109163677176654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2009/01/puca-maluca.html' title='A &amp;quot;minha&amp;quot; Puca Maluca...'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_39Hy0jnXLjQ/SXn5ouM7y6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/0EcFrf_IPbw/s72-c/pucaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-5430348346509074892</id><published>2009-01-23T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T05:50:45.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puca Maluca'/><title type='text'>Amêndoas Secretas</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;amêndoas secretas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soletra amêndoas secretas&lt;br /&gt;para que eu me deite em tua boca&lt;br /&gt;onde películas incendiadas&lt;br /&gt;e âmbaro meu fulgor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soletra&lt;br /&gt;que desmaiam orquídeas&lt;br /&gt;avançam vazantes no corpo&lt;br /&gt;levam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soletra&lt;br /&gt;para que eu descubra aonde&lt;br /&gt;e beba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sebastião Edson Macedo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SXhWnhA6OHI/AAAAAAAAND0/1panSuqmPIE/s400/grav_mae_e_filha_linda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Dizem que o que procuramos é um sentido para a vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Penso que o que procuramos são experiências &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que nos façam sentir que estamos vivos.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(J.Campbell)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-5710501292578278723?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/5710501292578278723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=5710501292578278723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/5710501292578278723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/5710501292578278723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2009/01/dizem.html' title='Dizem...'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SXhWnhA6OHI/AAAAAAAAND0/1panSuqmPIE/s72-c/grav_mae_e_filha_linda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-196408350160847400</id><published>2009-01-07T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T03:35:54.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Cigana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SWSTi7jpWkI/AAAAAAAAM9o/8U4AvWqm94Q/s1600-h/CIGANA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288514090751842882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SWSTi7jpWkI/AAAAAAAAM9o/8U4AvWqm94Q/s400/CIGANA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma é cigana,&lt;br /&gt;não pode amar,&lt;br /&gt;e ama...&lt;br /&gt;Alma em luz,&lt;br /&gt;seduz com olhar,&lt;br /&gt;entende da sorte,&lt;br /&gt;e do destino,&lt;br /&gt;mas é só desatino..&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/400829394129103011-196408350160847400?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/196408350160847400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=196408350160847400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/196408350160847400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/196408350160847400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2009/01/cigana.html' title='Cigana'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SWSTi7jpWkI/AAAAAAAAM9o/8U4AvWqm94Q/s72-c/CIGANA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-7923313944718347494</id><published>2008-12-09T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:35:45.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Onde Deus Possa me Ouvir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/ST50JSOcXvI/AAAAAAAAMrU/FxPFwmlf3Lk/s1600-h/cdazDVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277783516184862450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/ST50JSOcXvI/AAAAAAAAMrU/FxPFwmlf3Lk/s400/cdazDVD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sabe o que eu queria agora, meu bem...?&lt;br /&gt;Sair chegar lá fora e encontrar alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que não me dissesse nada&lt;br /&gt;Não me perguntasse nada também&lt;br /&gt;Que me oferecesse um colo ou um ombro&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu desaguasse todo desengano&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vida anda louca&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas andam tristes&lt;br /&gt;Meus amigos são amigos de ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que eu mais quero agora, meu amor?&lt;br /&gt;Morar no interior do meu interior&lt;br /&gt;Pra entender porque se agridem&lt;br /&gt;Se empurram pro abismo&lt;br /&gt;Se debatem, se combatem sem saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu chorar até cansar&lt;br /&gt;Me leve pra qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;Aonde Deus possa me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Minha dor...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo compreender&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero algo pra beber&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe aqui pode sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/19OaxjeKkvo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/19OaxjeKkvo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-7923313944718347494?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/7923313944718347494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=7923313944718347494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7923313944718347494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7923313944718347494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/12/onde-deus-possa-me-ouvir.html' title='Onde Deus Possa me Ouvir'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/ST50JSOcXvI/AAAAAAAAMrU/FxPFwmlf3Lk/s72-c/cdazDVD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-3887529859342390875</id><published>2008-11-05T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:05:49.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Frase romântica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SRHgXVWbf-I/AAAAAAAAMZ4/ACHH6kqoC54/s1600-h/frase.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265236130845655010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SRHgXVWbf-I/AAAAAAAAMZ4/ACHH6kqoC54/s400/frase.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-3887529859342390875?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/3887529859342390875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=3887529859342390875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/3887529859342390875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/3887529859342390875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/11/frase-romntica.html' title='Frase romântica'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SRHgXVWbf-I/AAAAAAAAMZ4/ACHH6kqoC54/s72-c/frase.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-4574366979724049636</id><published>2008-10-28T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T05:06:01.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Românticos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SQcAE2Oq4aI/AAAAAAAAMW0/-ODH2oYxs_4/s1600-h/amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262174772882235810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SQcAE2Oq4aI/AAAAAAAAMW0/-ODH2oYxs_4/s400/amar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="324" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJKhdHn9VKg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJKhdHn9VKg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Românticos são poucos,&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são loucos, desvairados&lt;br /&gt;Que querem ser o outro,&lt;br /&gt;Que pensam que o outro,&lt;br /&gt;É o paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são lindos,&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são limpos e pirados&lt;br /&gt;Que choram com baladas,&lt;br /&gt;Que amam sem vergonha e sem juízo&lt;br /&gt;São tipos populares, que vivem pelos bares&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo certos vão pedir perdão&lt;br /&gt;E passam a noite em claro&lt;br /&gt;conhecem o gosto raro&lt;br /&gt;De amar sem medo de outra desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Romântico é uma espécie em extinção.&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são poucos,&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são loucos,&lt;br /&gt;Como eu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/400829394129103011-4574366979724049636?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/4574366979724049636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=4574366979724049636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/4574366979724049636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/4574366979724049636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/10/romnticos.html' title='Românticos'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SQcAE2Oq4aI/AAAAAAAAMW0/-ODH2oYxs_4/s72-c/amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-3117148248171690649</id><published>2008-10-27T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T05:55:40.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SQW6Kt0CqAI/AAAAAAAAMWs/9zEE6uWMnDs/s1600-h/scott_fitzgerald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261816432911624194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SQW6Kt0CqAI/AAAAAAAAMWs/9zEE6uWMnDs/s400/scott_fitzgerald.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-3117148248171690649?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/3117148248171690649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=3117148248171690649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/3117148248171690649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/3117148248171690649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/10/palavras.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SQW6Kt0CqAI/AAAAAAAAMWs/9zEE6uWMnDs/s72-c/scott_fitzgerald.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-5311448656046489711</id><published>2008-10-21T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:29:25.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudia Lins'/><title type='text'>Quem sabe somar sabe dividir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4RubsAf-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/SXT6BOH3Wco/s1600-h/1170336711_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259660904219312098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4RubsAf-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/SXT6BOH3Wco/s400/1170336711_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somar é a primeira operação matemática que se aprende, a que temos mais facilidade e que gostamos mais.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro agente gosta de somar várias vezes palitos e giz, depois brinquedos e roupas da moda, depois somar dinheiro, depois somar carros e casas, e sempre somar alegria e felicidade. Isto já é multiplicação, que também é fácil de aprender, é só somar várias vezes a mesma coisa. A Segunda operação que aprendemos é a subtração. Aí começa a ficar estranho. Principalmente quando tem que pedir emprestado na casa do vizinho, digo, casa decimal ao lado. Ninguém gosta mais de diminuir do que somar. Quando chega na divisão é quase um desespero, ainda mais quando sobra um resto. É que ninguém entende aonde ou pra quem vai ficar o resto. Até no cotidiano ninguém gosta de dividir nada. A dificuldade no aprendizado não parece à toa, o homem rejeita essa prática. Quando o homem aprender a dividir corretamente e saber onde deve ficar o resto, entenderá que é o mesmo que somar para alguns, mantendo a quantidade de outros, sem necessariamente subtrair de alguém, ou seja, é o mesmo que somar igual para todos; entenderá também que somando os restos teremos mais um inteiro divisível, fazendo outros felizes. O resultado final também é uma soma, a soma da felicidade geral. Poderíamos até chamar esta operação de soma distribuída. Com esta visão, com certeza a matemática daria mais resultados, talvez fosse dispensável aprender contas de dividir e os homens continuariam felizes a somar palitos, brinquedos, dinheiros, carros, casas e felicidade, porém não somente para si. Quem sabe?&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/400829394129103011-5311448656046489711?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/5311448656046489711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=5311448656046489711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/5311448656046489711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/5311448656046489711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/10/quem-sabe-somar-sabe-dividir.html' title='Quem sabe somar sabe dividir'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4RubsAf-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/SXT6BOH3Wco/s72-c/1170336711_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-2463288620362208766</id><published>2008-10-21T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:29:25.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudia Lins'/><title type='text'>A vida é feita de pequenos e grandes milagres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4MEX2xmeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JcJ07Bd08Sw/s1600-h/1183126302_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259654684078086626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4MEX2xmeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JcJ07Bd08Sw/s400/1183126302_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Felicidade é um estado no qual nos encontramos, quando aceitamos nossa vida, e deixamos de ambicionar mais do que temos. ela surge quando valorizamos o que somos e lutamos pelo que queremos ser, sem nos lamentar. A cada dia, o sol ilumina um mundo novo. Aquilo que chamamos de rotina está repleto de novas propostas e oportunidades. Hoje, em algum lugar, um tesouro o espera. Pode ser um pequeno sorriso, pode ser uma grande conquista... Não importa. A vida é feita de pequenos e grandes milagres. Ela está sempre nos testando, nos oferecendo combates, que nos educam e glorificam. Descubra a alegria de ser uma surpresa para você mesmo. Afinal, a melhor maneira de servir ao seu Deus é indo ao encontro de seus próprios sonhos e, assim, descobrindo o amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-2463288620362208766?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/2463288620362208766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=2463288620362208766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2463288620362208766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2463288620362208766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/10/vida-e-feita-de-pequenos-e-grandes.html' title='A vida é feita de pequenos e grandes milagres'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4MEX2xmeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JcJ07Bd08Sw/s72-c/1183126302_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-3883447503048978831</id><published>2008-10-21T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:29:25.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudia Lins'/><title type='text'>Sonhos são como deuses: se não se acreditam neles,eles deixam de existir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4LHmFvfsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1aHTrDXJp_4/s1600-h/1182448151_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259653639926939330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4LHmFvfsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1aHTrDXJp_4/s400/1182448151_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É preciso não pensar na idade, mas vive-la. Saber ser feliz é preciso antes de tudo encontrar a paciência, suprir a necessidade da mente em busca do dia-a-dia na consciência de entender que um dia você pode lutar para vencer mesmo que antes já tivesse sido derrotado,mas sem nunca perder as esperanças. Porque o comodismo é a injustiça da liberdade,que provoca o transtorno do pecado e o desamor a condição de caminhar pela paz. E a vida é todo espaço de tempo que temos para pensar no momento em que estamos consciente do que fazemos em benefício do amanhã. ESQUEÇA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça às vezes em que você foi derrotado, mas lembre-se das suas várias conquistas e vitórias.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça os erros que já não podem ser corrigidos, mas lembre-se das lições que você aprendeu.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça as infelicidades que você enfrentou, mas lembre-se de sempre ter um sonho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos são como deuses: se não se acreditam neles,eles deixam de existir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Na natureza nada se cria, nada se perde, tudo se transforma." (Louis A. Lavoisier) &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/400829394129103011-3883447503048978831?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/3883447503048978831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=3883447503048978831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/3883447503048978831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/3883447503048978831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/10/sonhos-sao-como-deuses-se-nao-se.html' title='Sonhos são como deuses: se não se acreditam neles,eles deixam de existir.'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4LHmFvfsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1aHTrDXJp_4/s72-c/1182448151_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-4251188258290582664</id><published>2008-10-21T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:29:25.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudia Lins'/><title type='text'>A Lenda do Monge e do Escorpião</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4KKd-bG7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/d-Eq6Q0c1gE/s1600-h/1180980118_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259652589776739250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4KKd-bG7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/d-Eq6Q0c1gE/s400/1180980118_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A lenda do monge e do escorpião&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monge e discípulos iam por uma estrada e, quando passavam por uma ponte, viram um escorpião sendo arrastado pelas águas. O monge correu pela margem do rio, meteu-se na água e tomou o bichinho na mão. Quando o trazia para fora, o bichinho o picou e, devido à dor, o homem deixou-o cair novamente no rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi então à margem, tomou um ramo de árvore, adiantou-se outra vez a correr pela margem, entrou no rio, colheu o escorpião e o salvou. Voltou o monge e juntou-se aos discípulos na estrada. Eles haviam assistido à cena e o receberam perplexos e penalizados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mestre, deve estar doendo muito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que foi salvar esse bicho ruim e venenoso? Que se afogasse, seria um a menos, veja como ele respondeu à sua ajuda, picou a mão que o salvaria! Não merecia a sua compaixão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O monge ouviu tranqüilamente os comentários e respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ele agiu conforme sua natureza, e eu, de acordo com a minha que é ajudar.&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/400829394129103011-4251188258290582664?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/4251188258290582664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=4251188258290582664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/4251188258290582664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/4251188258290582664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/10/lenda-do-monge-e-do-escorpiao.html' title='A Lenda do Monge e do Escorpião'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4KKd-bG7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/d-Eq6Q0c1gE/s72-c/1180980118_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-4643799087459651185</id><published>2008-10-21T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:29:25.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudia Lins'/><title type='text'>Viva o aqui e o agora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4JX1bte1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/K5GcnJTtg20/s1600-h/1183051192_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259651719900265298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4JX1bte1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/K5GcnJTtg20/s400/1183051192_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando entramos pela primeira vez no campo do auto-conhecimento, não estamos muito preocupados em servir a humanidade, mas sim em aprimorar nosso ser para que possamos ser felizes. Conforme progredimos neste caminho, nossas necessidades mudam. Pouco a pouco, começamos a deixar de lado nossos próprios interesses. Nossas sensibilidades tornam-se mais refinadas enquanto nos tornamos mais integrados dentro de nós. Reconhecemos que nossa própria felicidade não tem sentido sem a felicidade dos outros. Sentimos a urgência de partilhar. Nossa própria alegria aumenta quando vemos outra pessoa feliz e sentimos maior prazer em dar do que em receber. Amadurecemos! O despertar e a evolução caminham lado a lado, sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O prazer da força criadora é viver o aqui e agora."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-4643799087459651185?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/4643799087459651185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=4643799087459651185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/4643799087459651185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/4643799087459651185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/10/viva-o-aqui-e-o-agora.html' title='Viva o aqui e o agora'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4JX1bte1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/K5GcnJTtg20/s72-c/1183051192_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-4207436149603850113</id><published>2008-10-21T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:29:25.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudia Lins'/><title type='text'>Todos somos um</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4Hb9gnIfI/AAAAAAAAADk/pxfB4akFoi0/s1600-h/1185216401_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259649591764525554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4Hb9gnIfI/AAAAAAAAADk/pxfB4akFoi0/s400/1185216401_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Somos um. O maior desafio de nossa época é mudar nossa visão de mundo. É perceber que a interdependência é uma lei: a lei da sobrevivência do planeta, do meio ambiente, da sociedade, das organizações, até mesmo dos nossos pequenos grupos familiares. No lugar da independência, devemos reconhecer a interdependência e fazer tudo para que a parte de cada um seja cumprida de forma que o todo funcione em benefício de todos. Todos somos um, não é um sonho. É uma realidade que devemos reconhecer, estimular e proteger. Somos um indivíduo, um grupo, uma comunidade, um planeta. Estamos todos juntos com a consciência de ser um só."&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/400829394129103011-4207436149603850113?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/4207436149603850113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=4207436149603850113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/4207436149603850113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/4207436149603850113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/10/todos-somos-um.html' title='Todos somos um'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4Hb9gnIfI/AAAAAAAAADk/pxfB4akFoi0/s72-c/1185216401_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-2621921718754038215</id><published>2008-10-21T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:29:25.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudia Lins'/><title type='text'>Tudo é possível para quem só quer o bem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4EVb6yE4I/AAAAAAAAADc/Y7UUw7fmG88/s1600-h/1172770686_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259646181133390722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4EVb6yE4I/AAAAAAAAADc/Y7UUw7fmG88/s400/1172770686_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"O céu sem estrelas perde o brilho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O mar sem peixe perde o mistério &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e a vida sem amor perde o sentido!"&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/400829394129103011-2621921718754038215?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/2621921718754038215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=2621921718754038215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2621921718754038215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2621921718754038215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/10/tudo-e-possivel-para-quem-so-quer-o-bem.html' title='Tudo é possível para quem só quer o bem...'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4EVb6yE4I/AAAAAAAAADc/Y7UUw7fmG88/s72-c/1172770686_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-8172564786722965779</id><published>2008-10-21T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:29:25.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudia Lins'/><title type='text'>Só Alegria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4Cz2yhBnI/AAAAAAAAADU/iQH2ZGAm7Tc/s1600-h/1156439674_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259644504719296114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4Cz2yhBnI/AAAAAAAAADU/iQH2ZGAm7Tc/s400/1156439674_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guarde no seu olhar brilhos de alegria e nunca a ausência de brilho, aquela cheia de tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que da sua boca saiam muitas risadas contagiantes, nos seus ouvidos conserve palavras de amor e nunca de ódio. Guarde na sua face apenas as carícias e esqueça as posssíveis bofetadas da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que em suas mãos permaneçam as flores que lhe ofertaram. Assim, aproveite para se lembrar com alto-astral das vitórias que teve. Esqueça os momentos difíceis, as cicatrizes das derrrotas e olhe bem de frente o sol que existe em sua vida. O mesmo sol que brilha, pode brilhar também dentro de você hoje, amanhã e sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça isso para o seu bem!&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/400829394129103011-8172564786722965779?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/8172564786722965779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=8172564786722965779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/8172564786722965779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/8172564786722965779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-alegria.html' title='Só Alegria'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4Cz2yhBnI/AAAAAAAAADU/iQH2ZGAm7Tc/s72-c/1156439674_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-8762614763226638857</id><published>2008-10-21T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:29:25.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudia Lins'/><title type='text'>Evolução</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4CK9-pArI/AAAAAAAAADM/h_2UycAsMc8/s1600-h/1156524964_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259643802274562738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4CK9-pArI/AAAAAAAAADM/h_2UycAsMc8/s400/1156524964_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nada nos pertence, exceto as virtudes e a evolução de nossas almas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum bem material pode ser mais importante do que a evolução de nossas virtudes e correção dos nossos defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque serão esses aspectos que determinarão se faremos sucesso ou não. Uma pessoa feliz, honesta, sincera, ética, comunicativa, determinada, criativa, pura e tranquila, sua tendência é abrir portas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se colocar na frente da vida esse referencial será uma pessoa abençoada e feliz. Se procurar somente levar vantagem sobre outras pessoas, tirar proveito de situações, não terá base para sustentar o sucesso e todas as conquistas! &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/400829394129103011-8762614763226638857?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/8762614763226638857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=8762614763226638857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/8762614763226638857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/8762614763226638857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/10/evolucao.html' title='Evolução'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP4CK9-pArI/AAAAAAAAADM/h_2UycAsMc8/s72-c/1156524964_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-7342726426456187655</id><published>2008-10-21T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:29:25.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudia Lins'/><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP31JKcosnI/AAAAAAAAADE/yqSFIaMA3cU/s1600-h/1170085251_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259629477610697330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP31JKcosnI/AAAAAAAAADE/yqSFIaMA3cU/s400/1170085251_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Nosso maior problema é sonhar com um roseiral florido que se encontra além do horizonte e não admirar as rosas que desabrocham debaixo de nossas janelas. Pare de colocar sua felicidade cada dia mais distante de você. Não coloque objetivos longe demais de suas mãos. Abrace os que estão ao seu alcance HOJE."&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/400829394129103011-7342726426456187655?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/7342726426456187655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=7342726426456187655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7342726426456187655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7342726426456187655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP31JKcosnI/AAAAAAAAADE/yqSFIaMA3cU/s72-c/1170085251_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-2161271147530274237</id><published>2008-10-21T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:29:25.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudia Lins'/><title type='text'>Terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP3yeI7ePWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KVykPZaiF3o/s1600-h/1185381759_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259626539445534050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP3yeI7ePWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KVykPZaiF3o/s400/1185381759_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A saúde, a felicidade e a própria sobrevivência dos nossos filhos amanhã dependerão das nossas atividades de hoje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A espécie humana sobreviverá se soubermos ensinar a criança a respeitar a natureza e a conservar o ambiente propício à vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na natureza nada se cria, nada se perde, tudo se transforma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODO DIA É DIA DA TERRA!&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/400829394129103011-2161271147530274237?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/2161271147530274237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=2161271147530274237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2161271147530274237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2161271147530274237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/10/terra.html' title='Terra'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP3yeI7ePWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KVykPZaiF3o/s72-c/1185381759_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-6808389240519061167</id><published>2008-10-21T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:29:25.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudia Lins'/><title type='text'>Somos Seres Únicos ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP3xZvuD-BI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PtCEdzIPDew/s1600-h/1185555067_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259625364447295506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP3xZvuD-BI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PtCEdzIPDew/s400/1185555067_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somos seres únicos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Este é o ponto de partida crucial esquecido pela maioria das religiões da atualidade. Partindo deste pressuposto, nossa contribuição à existência deverá também ser especial, de acordo com nossa natureza, nossa capacidade inata de ser, de criar, de celebrar o dom da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As pessoas esclarecidas que conhecem a realidade como experiência, e não como simples conhecimento, afirmam que tudo já nos foi dado e que tudo está acontecendo não no futuro, mas no aqui e agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mais uma vez o conceito de Unidade na unicidade abraça também a Espiritualidade, de forma a acolher harmoniosamente todos os Seres e os Reinos do Universo, superando preconceitos de toda ordem e raiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não somos seres humanos passando por uma experiência espiritual. Somos seres espirituais passando por uma experiência humana. &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/400829394129103011-6808389240519061167?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/6808389240519061167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=6808389240519061167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/6808389240519061167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/6808389240519061167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/10/somos-seres-unicos.html' title='Somos Seres Únicos ...'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP3xZvuD-BI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PtCEdzIPDew/s72-c/1185555067_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-2073123754644578296</id><published>2008-10-21T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:29:25.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudia Lins'/><title type='text'>Quem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP3vYDoU37I/AAAAAAAAACo/YAc1bz5u8Bg/s1600-h/1185467612_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259623136408952754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP3vYDoU37I/AAAAAAAAACo/YAc1bz5u8Bg/s400/1185467612_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O maior segredo, é que a vida não é um processo de descoberta, mas sim de criação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você não está se descobrindo, mas sim, se recriando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por isso não tente descobrir quem você é, mas busque determinar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Quem você quer ser."&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/400829394129103011-2073123754644578296?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/2073123754644578296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=2073123754644578296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2073123754644578296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2073123754644578296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/10/quem.html' title='Quem?'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP3vYDoU37I/AAAAAAAAACo/YAc1bz5u8Bg/s72-c/1185467612_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-2740627964479012613</id><published>2008-10-21T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:29:25.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudia Lins'/><title type='text'>Navegar ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP3rjHD4o5I/AAAAAAAAACg/IlcNfRE0LNg/s1600-h/1143617864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259618928261899154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP3rjHD4o5I/AAAAAAAAACg/IlcNfRE0LNg/s400/1143617864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-2740627964479012613?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/2740627964479012613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=2740627964479012613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2740627964479012613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/2740627964479012613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/10/navegar.html' title='Navegar ...'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsajNW85mrI/SP3rjHD4o5I/AAAAAAAAACg/IlcNfRE0LNg/s72-c/1143617864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-9075674509281528422</id><published>2008-09-26T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:35:33.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Don't Worry, Be Happy - Mart'nália</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="329"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aA9FfMhUKcI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aA9FfMhUKcI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="329"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tô indo pros States&lt;br /&gt;Diretamente&lt;br /&gt;Da Vila Isabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's&lt;br /&gt;A little song&lt;br /&gt;I wrote&lt;br /&gt;You might want&lt;br /&gt;To sing it&lt;br /&gt;Note for note&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every life&lt;br /&gt;We have some trouble&lt;br /&gt;But when you worry&lt;br /&gt;You make it double&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Be happy now&lt;br /&gt;Oo, ooo&lt;br /&gt;Lá, lá, lá (3x)&lt;br /&gt;Oo, ooo&lt;br /&gt;Lá, lá, lá (3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Eu falei&lt;br /&gt;Be happy (4x)&lt;br /&gt;Oo, ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no place&lt;br /&gt;To lay your head&lt;br /&gt;Somebody came&lt;br /&gt;And took your bed&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The land-lord say&lt;br /&gt;Your rent is late&lt;br /&gt;He may have&lt;br /&gt;To litigate&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Pra não&lt;br /&gt;Se estressar&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Pra se alegrar&lt;br /&gt;Relax&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo&lt;br /&gt;Fica diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress faz adoecer&lt;br /&gt;Amor rejuvenescer&lt;br /&gt;Sorria mais&lt;br /&gt;E leve a vida&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no cash&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no style&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no girl&lt;br /&gt;To make you smile&lt;br /&gt;Liga não&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when you worry&lt;br /&gt;Your face will frown&lt;br /&gt;And that will bring&lt;br /&gt;Everybody down&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Deixa pra lá&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, ooo&lt;br /&gt;Lá, lá, lá (3x)&lt;br /&gt;Olha a gentileza&lt;br /&gt;Olha a gentileza&lt;br /&gt;Oo, ooo&lt;br /&gt;Lá, lá, lá (3x)&lt;br /&gt;Simbora&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Oo, ooo&lt;br /&gt;Lá, lá, lá (3x)&lt;br /&gt;Oo, ooo&lt;br /&gt;Lá, lá, lá (3x)&lt;br /&gt;Deixa pra lá&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra cá&lt;br /&gt;O que é que tem?&lt;br /&gt;Oo, ooo&lt;br /&gt;Lá, lá, lá (3x)&lt;br /&gt;Oo, ooo&lt;br /&gt;Lá, lá, lá (3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja como estou feliz&lt;br /&gt;Não se preocupe, seja feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está meu telefone&lt;br /&gt;Me ligue quando&lt;br /&gt;Se preocupar&lt;br /&gt;Não se preocupe&lt;br /&gt;Seja feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem dinheiro e nem estilo&lt;br /&gt;Não tem garota para fazê-lo sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se preocupe, seja feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois quando você se preocupa&lt;br /&gt;Seu rosto enruga&lt;br /&gt;E isso deixará&lt;br /&gt;Todos deprimidos&lt;br /&gt;Todos deprimidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja feliz, ponha um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Em seu rosto não deprima a todos&lt;br /&gt;Não se preocupe, seja feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importando o problema&lt;br /&gt;Isso passará, não se preocupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja feliz, eu não estou preocupado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="329" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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title='Comemorando a Primavera'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SNzHE3O6GfI/AAAAAAAAJEg/_s4faZh0abc/s72-c/150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-5797305565117554904</id><published>2008-08-20T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:42:01.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Simples assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SKxXTXvkM-I/AAAAAAAAI2Q/d8Bx3L2BfOE/s1600-h/a_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236656457027695586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SKxXTXvkM-I/AAAAAAAAI2Q/d8Bx3L2BfOE/s400/a_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os amigos bondosos chamam-me Poeta.&lt;br /&gt;Poeta das coisas simples.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso! Não o sou!&lt;br /&gt;Poeta é quem cria&lt;br /&gt;quem emociona.&lt;br /&gt;De mim apenas têm o plágio.&lt;br /&gt;(Sim, o plágio!)&lt;br /&gt;Copio a natureza, a criação.&lt;br /&gt;Como posso ser autora?&lt;br /&gt;Observo tudo ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;com olhos de ver e de enxergar...&lt;br /&gt;Não fui eu quem criou o por do sol,&lt;br /&gt;o luar prateado sobre o mar,&lt;br /&gt;o vento desarrumando os cabelos e os campos de trigos...&lt;br /&gt;Não fui eu quem fez montanhas de ametistas,&lt;br /&gt;o olhar azul da paixão e o vai e vem das ondas do amor...&lt;br /&gt;Não permiti os amores, tatuagens na alma,&lt;br /&gt;as lágrimas e os sorrisos perdidos.&lt;br /&gt;O choro de criança, o cheiro de filho, a insônia de mãe...&lt;br /&gt;Não vesti a natureza em cores perfumadas e&lt;br /&gt;nem criei a canção que nos eleva...&lt;br /&gt;Nem a paz, nem a guerra...&lt;br /&gt;Decifro sonhos, invento palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mim, só cabe copiar,&lt;br /&gt;a poesia da criação... &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/400829394129103011-5797305565117554904?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/5797305565117554904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=5797305565117554904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/5797305565117554904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/5797305565117554904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/08/simples-assim.html' title='Simples assim...'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SKxXTXvkM-I/AAAAAAAAI2Q/d8Bx3L2BfOE/s72-c/a_011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-7391285807586201544</id><published>2008-08-16T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T08:12:37.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Rádio Virtual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SKbtLkkF3jI/AAAAAAAAIx8/nwS5w2IsbTM/s1600-h/radiovirtal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235132399914180146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SKbtLkkF3jI/AAAAAAAAIx8/nwS5w2IsbTM/s400/radiovirtal.jpg" border="0" /&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/400829394129103011-7391285807586201544?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/7391285807586201544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=7391285807586201544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7391285807586201544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/7391285807586201544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/08/rdio-virtual.html' title='Rádio Virtual'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SKbtLkkF3jI/AAAAAAAAIx8/nwS5w2IsbTM/s72-c/radiovirtal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-4915439464049875606</id><published>2008-08-06T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:50:31.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Metade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SJm6K4BL9jI/AAAAAAAAIww/QWMGJOtivJM/s1600-h/metade"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231417138166363698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SJm6K4BL9jI/AAAAAAAAIww/QWMGJOtivJM/s400/metade" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Metade da minha alma é feita de maresia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400829394129103011-4915439464049875606?l=pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/feeds/4915439464049875606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400829394129103011&amp;postID=4915439464049875606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/4915439464049875606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400829394129103011/posts/default/4915439464049875606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacinhosdemim3.blogspot.com/2008/08/metade.html' title='Metade'/><author><name>Claudia Lins</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114151177577907086338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O8tJ1JO3faM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/D4x84mOL8MQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SJm6K4BL9jI/AAAAAAAAIww/QWMGJOtivJM/s72-c/metade' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400829394129103011.post-4539801376233820237</id><published>2008-08-03T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:02:37.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas Claudia'/><title type='text'>Mensagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8l1cmkXD0E/SJXM3iAV6PI/AAAAAAAAIuc/c4Oza6KoJ7s/s1600-h/HJHJTH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230311796653811954" style="DISPLAY: block; 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