<?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-4489832354148689296</id><updated>2011-09-30T15:22:42.077-03:00</updated><category term='poesias'/><category term='sentido'/><category term='obrigado'/><category term='lembranças'/><category term='agora'/><category term='perdidos'/><category term='Recomeço-www.mensagemfraterna.blogspot.com'/><category term='Primavera'/><category term='Felicidade'/><category term='sincero'/><category term='degrau'/><category term='existir'/><category term='mae'/><category term='inseguro'/><category term='certo'/><category term='flores'/><category term='você'/><category term='caminhos.história'/><category 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term='idéias'/><category term='Vida'/><category term='viagem'/><category term='Conhecer'/><category term='lágrimas'/><category term='inveja'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='retornar'/><category term='lembrar'/><category term='errar faz parte'/><category term='ir'/><category term='amor'/><category term='inspiração'/><category term='vazio'/><category term='distante'/><category term='inspirações'/><category term='intensidade'/><category term='chama'/><category term='ressurgir'/><category term='hora'/><category term='orvalho'/><category term='frustrações'/><category term='viver'/><category term='dia a dia'/><category term='folha'/><category term='Aprendendo a ser forte'/><category term='pássaros'/><category term='shakespeare'/><category term='estação de inspirações'/><category term='mistério'/><category term='olhar'/><category term='Liberdade'/><category term='futuro'/><category term='nuvens'/><title type='text'>Livre Pra Pensar...</title><subtitle type='html'>Poesias, Pensamentos, Músicas, Reflexões, Inspirações...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-2364857591298267562</id><published>2011-09-30T15:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T15:22:42.087-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irmãs'/><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>Sentimento de alegria, de amor,de confiança...&lt;br /&gt;Muitos acham que ser amigo é estar ao lado, ou ouvir um problema, identificar uma solução.&lt;br /&gt;Amizade é mais,&lt;br /&gt;É poder dizer que além disso tudo, o respeito acontece,&lt;br /&gt;O bem querer está a nossa volta.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu pedi pra nascer,&lt;br /&gt;Escolhi minha família,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque essa,mas...&lt;br /&gt;É a minha.&lt;br /&gt;Meus pais hoje são avós, enfeitam nossas casas de alegrias e palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Minhas irmãs,não sei quem são.&lt;br /&gt;Estão por aí, não ligam,não gostam,não valorizam...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu pedi a Deus irmãos amigos,&lt;br /&gt;E não sei por que me fazem chorar de tanta tristeza e decepção,&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho.. não faz parte da minha vida como são irmãs de verdade,uma em especial, não percebe que a amizade,o respeito, fazem o elo de uma familia...tristeza que não entendo o porque de existir.&lt;br /&gt;Escolhi assim,quem sabe na outra vida,minhas irmãs sejam como poucas pessoas que conheci,&lt;br /&gt;Presentes na &amp;nbsp;minha vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-2364857591298267562?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2364857591298267562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-3742283071365184526</id><published>2011-07-10T18:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T08:21:45.531-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vazio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ressurgir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inseguro'/><title type='text'>Não sei</title><content type='html'>Não sofra pelo vazio do seu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Aqui não estamos salvos para deduzir tudo que acontece &amp;nbsp;com ele,&lt;br /&gt;As flores caem, os galhos secam,&lt;br /&gt;A noite cai lentamente todos os dias e nem sempre vemos a beleza do pôr do sol,&lt;br /&gt;Correria da vida que o homem não consegue parar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada pode ser mais intenso que &amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;ar que respiramos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Que sozinho, todos os dias, entra e sai dos nossos pulmões,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Renovando a vida e a esperança de muitas provas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Somente o seu coração pode ressurgir desse vazio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Com o um beijo do ser amado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ou do filho(a) esperado(a),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Através de um toque em poder construir o mundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Mesmo que seja ,o mundo de cada um de nós,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Nos afastando desse sentimento sem sentido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Um pensamento infortúnio,como um tiro certo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;No próprio coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-3742283071365184526?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3742283071365184526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-3062175778627157218</id><published>2011-07-06T08:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T08:52:55.986-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morrer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvidas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avó -03-07-11'/><title type='text'>A Morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXqXRXbaub4/ThRMBKJlnhI/AAAAAAAAA2s/0amqlpGzLj4/s1600/Lindas+imagens+de+flores+%25289%2529%255B2%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXqXRXbaub4/ThRMBKJlnhI/AAAAAAAAA2s/0amqlpGzLj4/s320/Lindas+imagens+de+flores+%25289%2529%255B2%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imagem retirada do site www.fotologando.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrer, faz parte da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Renascer, pode ser a palavra mais completa para entender esse feito,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, o único acalentar para nossos corações,&lt;br /&gt;Para poder sentir saudades de forma singela &amp;nbsp;e sempre lenta,&lt;br /&gt;E poder tentar esquecer a dor que abriga nosso olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Morrer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;São lembranças &amp;nbsp;passadas,&lt;br /&gt;Páginas viradas,&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas sem rumo,&lt;br /&gt;Desabafo do bater de nossos corações,&lt;br /&gt;Para dizer que é &amp;nbsp;o final de uma história,&lt;br /&gt;E o início de uma nova caminhada no tempo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-3062175778627157218?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3062175778627157218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2011/07/morte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/3062175778627157218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/3062175778627157218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2011/07/morte.html' title='A Morte'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXqXRXbaub4/ThRMBKJlnhI/AAAAAAAAA2s/0amqlpGzLj4/s72-c/Lindas+imagens+de+flores+%25289%2529%255B2%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-3877584605175390870</id><published>2011-05-21T02:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T02:44:06.182-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horas'/><title type='text'>Momento de Apredizado</title><content type='html'>Agora estou acordada,&lt;br /&gt;Não importa a hora,&lt;br /&gt;Não importa se os olhos cansados pedem pra dormir,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o sonho, vejo a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Penso e repenso nos porquês ao longo das imensas horas que já vi passar,&lt;br /&gt;Muitas nem vivi direito,&lt;br /&gt;Outras, relembro como o bater do coração,&lt;br /&gt;Sem esquecer que não posso ouví-lo de vez enquando,&lt;br /&gt;Para entender e&amp;nbsp;poder acordar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-3877584605175390870?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3877584605175390870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2011/05/momento-de-apredizado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/3877584605175390870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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resumo esses números,&lt;br /&gt;Dias que são finitos,&lt;br /&gt;Para mim serão incontáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Inesquecíveis para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Ano em que o sonho se realizou,&lt;br /&gt;Ano em que pude concretizar o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Ano em que viver se tornou mais que importante.&lt;br /&gt;Para&amp;nbsp; acariciar e relembrar...&lt;br /&gt;Na vida é preciso muito pouco para vivermos momentos únicos, felizes,&lt;br /&gt;Podendo ser as vezes incompletos ,&lt;br /&gt;Porque sempre queremos perfeito,rs!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, fazem nosso coração bater num ritmo diferente e singelo.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir pra 2010 foi o que fiz,&lt;br /&gt;Apesar dos desafios,&lt;br /&gt;Apesar das dúvidas,&lt;br /&gt;Dos encantos, &lt;br /&gt;Do descobrir.&lt;br /&gt;Meses e semanas que farão parte do meu livro,&lt;br /&gt;Sem páginas repetidas,&lt;br /&gt;Com capítulos principais.&lt;br /&gt;E agradecer será uma página inteira,&lt;br /&gt;Para qualquer um ler ,&lt;br /&gt;E se emocionar com a minha história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;mando incessantemente com a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;uz maior do mundo, que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;evará meus pés para a felicidade sempre, reluzente e que possa dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; você meu filho, que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ada nessa vida ou nesse mundo é mais lindo e importante que você para mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-3427117663602785072?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3427117663602785072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/3427117663602785072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/3427117663602785072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-3608896534446004173</id><published>2010-11-04T17:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T17:10:04.206-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obrigado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.olhar'/><title type='text'>A Palavra Mãe</title><content type='html'>Olho acima das nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;E obrigado posso pedir,&lt;br /&gt;Agradecer o anjo que veio pra alegrar a minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;Pra me fazer sorrir e sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Me realizar na vida e&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que apenas não sou,&lt;br /&gt;Serei e poderei mais do que sou,&lt;br /&gt;E amar, ajudar, caminhar, brincar,&lt;br /&gt;Serão verbos que nunca &amp;nbsp;farão &amp;nbsp;o arrependimento acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;Porque a palavra mais linda que existe,&lt;br /&gt;Resume tudo... no olhar de quem se ama mais que tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Mãe. Adoro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-3608896534446004173?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3608896534446004173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/11/palavra-maee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/3608896534446004173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/3608896534446004173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/11/palavra-maee.html' title='A Palavra Mãe'/><author><name>Patricia 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left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/TJ_jNHTr3dI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ZY99Xm97dzg/s320/interrogacao2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521381482618936786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é belo para nossos olhos?&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre é o que você vê...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, eu vejo, interpreto com um piscar ou um desabafo;&lt;br /&gt;Em linhas manuscritas,&lt;br /&gt;Em poemas indiscretos,&lt;br /&gt;Com palavras e significados.&lt;br /&gt;O homem, nem sempre está preparado para ver o que é belo,&lt;br /&gt;Correndo e fugindo do valor real de sua própria sombra,&lt;br /&gt;Não enxergando seu próprio eu antes de ver o que está a sua volta.&lt;br /&gt;Formando frases, palavras, dias, linhas e vozes,&lt;br /&gt;Sem vida,&lt;br /&gt;E cheia de curvas mal entendidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem retirada do site- http://www.google.com.br&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-6780457348758585641?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6780457348758585641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/eu-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/6780457348758585641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/6780457348758585641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/eu-voce.html' title='Eu , você ...'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/TJ_jNHTr3dI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ZY99Xm97dzg/s72-c/interrogacao2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-3097689571054598305</id><published>2010-09-16T20:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:46:59.221-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retornar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;O caminho do pensamento nos leva ao silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Paz que  nos faz refletir momentos, que nem sempre  damos importância,&lt;br /&gt;Idéias levadas pelo vento,&lt;br /&gt;Guardadas pelo coração,&lt;br /&gt;Onde somente o tempo  faz prosseguir&lt;br /&gt;E entender a busca pelo perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Como uma música que leva nossos ouvidos a  sentir  uma sensação de suspirar,&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio também é o entendimento da alma&lt;br /&gt;Do amor,&lt;br /&gt;Que invade nosso peito e nos faz voltar&lt;br /&gt;Nos sonhos, no amanhã  e em tudo aquilo que invade nosso ser,&lt;br /&gt;Para poder retornar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-3097689571054598305?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3097689571054598305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/silencio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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term='dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esperança'/><title type='text'>Quando o Dia Começa</title><content type='html'>Quando o dia começa,&lt;br /&gt;Percebe-se o sol,&lt;br /&gt;Luz infinita que dá sentido a tantas vidas,&lt;br /&gt;Logo se abre os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;E o suspiro nos faz perceber o tanto que queremos mais,&lt;br /&gt;Nossas horas passam,&lt;br /&gt;Nosso corpo  levanta pronto para mais uma página,&lt;br /&gt;Linhas são escritas com o vocabulário de cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;Entende-se aquilo que você quer,&lt;br /&gt;Vive-se pra não morrer,&lt;br /&gt;O piscar dos olhos é infinitamente incontável,&lt;br /&gt;E os momentos passam.&lt;br /&gt;A vida nos enfrenta a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;E nós aprendemos com ela,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrimos para ela,&lt;br /&gt;Choramos por ela.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o dia começa,&lt;br /&gt;Você é diferente,&lt;br /&gt;A experiência faz acreditar que o pôr do sol,&lt;br /&gt;Só irá trazer uma nova palavra,&lt;br /&gt;Com a esperança de poder acordar novamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-8170864759073584407?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8170864759073584407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/quando-o-dia-comeca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8170864759073584407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8170864759073584407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/quando-o-dia-comeca.html' title='Quando o Dia 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/&gt;Tudo fazia sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Construímos mais, momentos, dias eternos,&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade que somente  nós podemos  vivê-la e&lt;br /&gt;Aprimorá-la,&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais.&lt;br /&gt;Só depende de nós&lt;br /&gt;Não acabar com o encanto,&lt;br /&gt;E saber entender o que a vida quer mostrar...&lt;br /&gt;Dia após dia,&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo o minuto como se fosse o último em nossas vidas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-3130561738540368824?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3130561738540368824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/ver-sem-enxergar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='amor'/><title type='text'>Quando eu olho pra você!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/TDdjoPIcoXI/AAAAAAAAAzo/T776a9nWjr0/s1600/SDC13084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/TDdjoPIcoXI/AAAAAAAAAzo/T776a9nWjr0/s320/SDC13084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491967813509489010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'As vezes quando olho pra você,&lt;br /&gt;Minhas lágrimas caem...&lt;br /&gt;Não por  tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Sim, por alegria, felicidade imensa, desejo realizado.&lt;br /&gt;'As  vezes quando olho pra você,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo que me entende,&lt;br /&gt;Me vê de um  jeito todo seu,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrindo de forma singela.&lt;br /&gt;Como um anjo que  ilumina minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que por tantas vezes vou te olhar e&lt;br /&gt;Você  vai entender o quanto&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo;&lt;br /&gt;Pois amor de mãe é mais que  tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Incondicional,&lt;br /&gt;E para sempre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-2403884218622296610?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2403884218622296610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-eu-olho-pra-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2403884218622296610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2403884218622296610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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term='existir'/><title type='text'>No tempo sozinho...</title><content type='html'>A vida pode te dar o equilíbrio,&lt;br /&gt;Pode fazer você alcançar o correto,&lt;br /&gt;Analisar as incertezas,&lt;br /&gt;Cumprir as metas,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, nunca sozinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho não se voa longe,&lt;br /&gt;Não se completa os passos,&lt;br /&gt;Não se sobe degraus,&lt;br /&gt;E nem se consegue sobreviver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A construção do telhado não depende de uma só mão,&lt;br /&gt;A realização de uma família não se conquista apenas com um lutando,&lt;br /&gt;O amor não sobrevive se não se diz eu te amo,&lt;br /&gt;Onde faz o coração seguir mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho não se varre o lixo que sobra,&lt;br /&gt;Não se progride na vida,&lt;br /&gt;E nem se interpreta nada,&lt;br /&gt;Não se entende os sentimentos diversos,&lt;br /&gt;Porque, só, você não existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, por mais que se sinta assim,&lt;br /&gt;Olhe ao seu redor,&lt;br /&gt;Agradeça,&lt;br /&gt;Entenda melhor o outro,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo  não vendo com os olhos deste,&lt;br /&gt;Siga seu caminho sem egoísmo,&lt;br /&gt;Apesar do existir ser intenso,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, vazio neste momento...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-5189351950545043131?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5189351950545043131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-tempo-sozinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/5189351950545043131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/5189351950545043131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-tempo-sozinho.html' title='No tempo sozinho...'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-2097849396663647911</id><published>2010-06-17T18:38:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T18:56:13.707-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nascimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu'/><title type='text'>Nascimento de um filho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/TBqYSX7-abI/AAAAAAAAAys/KAHM3q76a6I/s1600/2010-05-28+12-57-48+-+0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/TBqYSX7-abI/AAAAAAAAAys/KAHM3q76a6I/s320/2010-05-28+12-57-48+-+0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483862937707637170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando  se lembra em ser mãe,&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguimos imaginar que tal momento é único e mágico,&lt;br /&gt;Não se esquece, nem se ouve outra coisa quando a luz chega em seu rosto ,&lt;br /&gt;E você cai em prantos, quando ouve o choro de seu filho.&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas correm, porque você não consegue conter tanta emoção,&lt;br /&gt;Um filme da sua vida passa em uma única cena,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo depois de uma anestesia ou cirurgia,&lt;br /&gt;Medo de qualquer grávida!&lt;br /&gt;Momento que num piscar, transforma-se em já passou...&lt;br /&gt;Pude viver tal momento dia 19 de maio,&lt;br /&gt;E sinceramente,&lt;br /&gt;Se o dia ou a noite parassem naquele momento,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não conseguisse somar, dividir, multiplicar tanta felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Porque só quem passa, sabe!&lt;br /&gt;Só quem sente, chora&lt;br /&gt;Só quem toca, lembra,&lt;br /&gt;Que um único dia agora, &lt;br /&gt;É a eternidade de uma única vida presente na sua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-2097849396663647911?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2097849396663647911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-2274189905776661912</id><published>2010-05-06T16:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:01:57.319-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inveja'/><title type='text'>A inveja...</title><content type='html'>Felicidade incomoda? &lt;br /&gt;Começo assim...&lt;br /&gt;Incomoda os fracos de  raciocínio, &lt;br /&gt;Os pobres de espírito,&lt;br /&gt;Não enxergam que fazer o bem , não importa como, é ser feliz!, &lt;br /&gt;Entender e querer o bem é recíproco...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, tem gente que não vê desse jeito,&lt;br /&gt;Faz da vida alheira , a inveja dos passos do dia a dia,&lt;br /&gt;Os degraus que não se sobem,&lt;br /&gt;Derrapam na tristeza desapercebida,&lt;br /&gt;Porque é feio demais, pra saber o que significa o querer bem,&lt;br /&gt;Unir, amar, gostar, torcer por alguém,&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer diálogo é inatingível ao coração,&lt;br /&gt;Não se entende as palavras verdadeiras,&lt;br /&gt;Acontece com  pessoas do próprio sangue, &lt;br /&gt;Podem, viver uma vida inteira sem saber o remédio da humildade,&lt;br /&gt;Se fazendo de vítima,&lt;br /&gt;Porque não soube agarrar as oportunidades...&lt;br /&gt;Ou teve sempre alguém pra apagar seus erros e conflitos,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo pessoas, omissas , pessoas que não sabem valorizar o verdadeiro elo,&lt;br /&gt;Entre ser amigos, irmãos, família. &lt;br /&gt;Verdade cega,&lt;br /&gt;Inatingível,&lt;br /&gt;Incorrigível,&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que não acreditam em si mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Que não torcem pela felicidade de pessoas que estão aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Pra evoluir e serem evoluídos também,&lt;br /&gt;Coisa que esses seres, terão que buscar por muito tempo,&lt;br /&gt; A sabedoria do verdadeiro sentido de existir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-2274189905776661912?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2274189905776661912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/05/inveja.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2274189905776661912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2274189905776661912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/05/inveja.html' title='A inveja...'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-6006288634525791653</id><published>2010-04-24T12:05:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:16:58.953-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gravidez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mãe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Estar grávida.. Dádiva de Deus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/S9MKgihDfsI/AAAAAAAAAxo/pOFqynuRvnM/s1600/03abr2010_0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/S9MKgihDfsI/AAAAAAAAAxo/pOFqynuRvnM/s320/03abr2010_0365.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463722327068081858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez pairam em nossas cabeças muitas dúvidas,&lt;br /&gt;Mas , o fato de existir um serzinho dentro de nós nos faça pensar no daqui pra frente , &lt;br /&gt;E no quanto a nossa vida pode mudar!!&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia uma mudança,&lt;br /&gt;Cada semana um tamanho diferente,&lt;br /&gt;Cada mês uma transformação...&lt;br /&gt;Ser mãe, é esperar 9 meses a ansiedade de ver alguém que já conheça tanto,&lt;br /&gt;porém, sem ver , sem tocar, só sentir..&lt;br /&gt;Já começa aí, a dádiva do poder gerar alguém,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que somente as mulheres podem sentir com todo sentimento de ternura, amor e proteçao.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se descobre esse sentimento, você fica com mil dúvidas, mas com uma certeza de que depois de 40 semanas, alguém mais que seu amigo(a), ficará ao seu lado pelo resto da vida!&lt;br /&gt;Inimaginável!rs, mas, real...&lt;br /&gt;É uma sensação única, mesmo perante ao enjôos, calores, posições desconfortáveis, fome, sono, coisas certas de que alguém cresce dentro de você, certo de qualquer gravidez.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso as palavras somem, voltam, não se sabe  direito o que estar por vir ou  o que vai acontecer. &lt;br /&gt;Mas, é aqui  comigo que posso sentir o verdadeiro elo entre mãe e filho,&lt;br /&gt;A cada mexida de seus pézinhos ou mãozinhas,&lt;br /&gt;Que entendo e reconheço,&lt;br /&gt;A verdadeira página da minha vida!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-6006288634525791653?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6006288634525791653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/04/estar-gravida-dadiva-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/6006288634525791653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/6006288634525791653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/04/estar-gravida-dadiva-de-deus.html' title='Estar grávida.. 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/S7YBhvMjxsI/AAAAAAAAAxY/tkAbQXvUrRg/s1600/25mar2010_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/S7YBhvMjxsI/AAAAAAAAAxY/tkAbQXvUrRg/s320/25mar2010_0331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455549677722388162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia inesquecível,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia mais que esperado,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que reviva , uma, duas, tantas vezes, é um dia único!&lt;br /&gt;Um recomeço,&lt;br /&gt;Uma esperança,&lt;br /&gt;O amor bate em cada segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Toca nossos dedos,&lt;br /&gt;Beija nossos lábios,&lt;br /&gt;Relembramos o passado e como tudo começou,&lt;br /&gt;Almejamos o futuro e como tudo será...&lt;br /&gt;Não importa em qual religião, país, lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Se o coração forma o momento em um inteiro,&lt;br /&gt;Unindo dois em um só,&lt;br /&gt;Formando palavras que se vão, &lt;br /&gt;Mas, que não se esquece jamais!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-1361468976061613162?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1361468976061613162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/04/casamento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1361468976061613162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1361468976061613162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/04/casamento.html' title='Casamento'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/S7YBhvMjxsI/AAAAAAAAAxY/tkAbQXvUrRg/s72-c/25mar2010_0331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-8012756529779325602</id><published>2010-02-19T13:09:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:19:49.464-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vazio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entender'/><title type='text'>Porque?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/S36rqMOaUeI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ZuBSVmcHGu0/s1600-h/estrela3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/S36rqMOaUeI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ZuBSVmcHGu0/s320/estrela3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439974141234663906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagem retirada do site- www.google.com.br&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes a vida nos prega infortúnios, &lt;br /&gt;Presentes num dia ao acordar, &lt;br /&gt;E realmente , entende - se que a  vida é uma incógnita,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, estamos bem, alegres, felizes,&lt;br /&gt;É importante saber e viver esses momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade é ter pouco e ser totalmente,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrindo com os olhos e com qualquer momento que nos faça bem,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, é dificil entender, o porque das coisas estarem perfeitas e algo que não se espera acontece, não sei se ruim!&lt;br /&gt;Nos levando as lágrimas, a saudade, ao vazio...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não sei,&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe um dia, eu entenda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-8012756529779325602?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8012756529779325602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/porque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8012756529779325602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8012756529779325602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/porque.html' title='Porque?'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/S36rqMOaUeI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ZuBSVmcHGu0/s72-c/estrela3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-5489957963547600553</id><published>2010-02-17T12:21:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:06:39.821-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loly- 30/09/2009 -  17/02/2010'/><title type='text'>Ter fé ( Loly )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/S3v8WdS6wlI/AAAAAAAAAxI/bm3hzrycHg4/s1600-h/09fev2010_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/S3v8WdS6wlI/AAAAAAAAAxI/bm3hzrycHg4/s320/09fev2010_0200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439218437731304018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento forte e intenso,&lt;br /&gt;Que nos protege e nos guia,&lt;br /&gt;Nos faz ter esperança e ser cada vez mais otimistas,&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o momento  em que ela esteja,&lt;br /&gt;Como agora, peço e penso para que não só salve um ser vivo que amo,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, que a proteja por toda vida!&lt;br /&gt;Ou que lhe dê conforto,&lt;br /&gt;E se possível for,&lt;br /&gt;Que ela volte pra minha vida .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindinha, um dia te vi&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi seu latido de &lt;br /&gt;Longe e foi amor por &lt;br /&gt;You a primeira vista!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-5489957963547600553?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5489957963547600553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/ter-fe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/5489957963547600553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/5489957963547600553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/ter-fe.html' title='Ter fé ( Loly )'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/S3v8WdS6wlI/AAAAAAAAAxI/bm3hzrycHg4/s72-c/09fev2010_0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-4646574699553553788</id><published>2010-02-02T20:23:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:31:31.604-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intensidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busca'/><title type='text'>Ser intenso</title><content type='html'>A intensidade no ser humano é observar ao redor e entender que nem sempre tudo aquilo que ele espera é realmente o que se quer.&lt;br /&gt;É pensar no objetivo e seguir em frente,&lt;br /&gt;É chorar com intuito de que toda mágoa, tristeza ou alegria vai passar e amanhã será um novo dia,&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais que caminhar, usar passos em direção ao horizonte, &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não se chegue nunca até ele,&lt;br /&gt;Porém, com a esperança que a busca continua, e que &lt;br /&gt;A vida é sempre uma idéia infinita,&lt;br /&gt;De intensidade presente em cada um de nós...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-4646574699553553788?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4646574699553553788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/ser-intenso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4646574699553553788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4646574699553553788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/ser-intenso.html' title='Ser intenso'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-1873610661490484244</id><published>2009-12-22T10:49:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:13:22.887-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feliz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Amor Incondicional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SzDCcr3jLzI/AAAAAAAAAxA/TWGvctK5u5I/s1600-h/natal-e-ano-novo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SzDCcr3jLzI/AAAAAAAAAxA/TWGvctK5u5I/s320/natal-e-ano-novo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418044149794549554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagem retirada do site- google.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor supera qualquer dificuldade,&lt;br /&gt;Energiza nossa vida,&lt;br /&gt;Nos faz gerar outra vida...&lt;br /&gt;O amor é mais que tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Mais que um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Mais que uma noite,&lt;br /&gt;É ver o sorriso incessante nos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o coração bater,&lt;br /&gt;Que é amar sem condição.&lt;br /&gt;É olhar para trás e ver que tudo é tão pequeno,&lt;br /&gt;Que a imensidão está em nossas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo só pode ser mais lindo quando se entende o significado,&lt;br /&gt;Seja por amor por alguém, &lt;br /&gt;Amor por si mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Amor por um filho,&lt;br /&gt;Só se entende tudo isso,&lt;br /&gt;Se você é humilde e sensível, &lt;br /&gt;Capaz, de ver que o amor só parte de nós, &lt;br /&gt;Quando entende-se o verdadeiro significado de existir e &lt;br /&gt;De tornar realidade nossos sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Natal e feliz 2010 para todos aqueles que me acompanharam por aqui!!! Patricia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-1873610661490484244?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1873610661490484244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/12/amor-incondicional.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1873610661490484244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1873610661490484244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/12/amor-incondicional.html' title='Amor Incondicional'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SzDCcr3jLzI/AAAAAAAAAxA/TWGvctK5u5I/s72-c/natal-e-ano-novo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-546911225859341632</id><published>2009-12-04T17:20:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:41:01.198-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nova'/><title type='text'>Pensar no Tempo...</title><content type='html'>Parei para pensar no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Nas entrelinhas da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Que comunicam o passado  e o presente,&lt;br /&gt;Flechando o futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Ouço as ondas do mar trazendo a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Levando a inexperiência,&lt;br /&gt;Desenvolvendo nosso verbo.&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais como olhar e sentir os segundos ao Luar, &lt;br /&gt;Que se sobressaem com uma luz divina,&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo da nossa vida, nova, iluminada a cada instante.&lt;br /&gt;Brisa que toca nossa face,&lt;br /&gt;Levando o cheiro de chuva,&lt;br /&gt;Que somente nossos sentidos relembram;&lt;br /&gt;O olhar de cada dia vivido,&lt;br /&gt;Sabedoria que aumenta a cada instante e traz&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos que somente o coração interpreta e entende,&lt;br /&gt;E deixa passar ou se faz relembrar,&lt;br /&gt;Como agora.&lt;br /&gt;Vida essa que carregamos com os passos,&lt;br /&gt;Que somente nós podemos marcar na areia,&lt;br /&gt;Relembrando momentos que não são perdidos,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com essa brisa apagando tudo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-546911225859341632?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/546911225859341632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/12/pensar-no-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/546911225859341632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/546911225859341632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/12/pensar-no-tempo.html' title='Pensar no Tempo...'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-6843582019367880419</id><published>2009-11-12T21:19:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:31:28.162-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mãe'/><title type='text'>Esperar um Bebê</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SvyaXn-fMVI/AAAAAAAAAw0/YOMJqbX7etQ/s1600-h/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SvyaXn-fMVI/AAAAAAAAAw0/YOMJqbX7etQ/s320/coracao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403363383596495186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto retirada do site- www.google.com.br&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É olhar o resultado positivo várias vezes e não acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir  que existe alguem dentro da gente e se emocionar,&lt;br /&gt;Ficar ansiosa pra ouvir os primeiros batimentos do coraçãozinho,&lt;br /&gt;Tentar ver como ele é numa imagem tridimensinal,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar todos os dias com seu sorriso e se sentir importante,&lt;br /&gt;Chorar de alegria a cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;E entender que ser feliz é preciso muito pouco,&lt;br /&gt;É Poder imaginar que uma única palavra pode ser o sentido de uma vida...&lt;br /&gt;E o amor é incondicional quando se pensa em ser, &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo ainda que não completamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-6843582019367880419?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6843582019367880419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/11/esperar-um-bebe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/6843582019367880419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/6843582019367880419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/11/esperar-um-bebe.html' title='Esperar um Bebê'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SvyaXn-fMVI/AAAAAAAAAw0/YOMJqbX7etQ/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-2988695765606632848</id><published>2009-10-19T13:59:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:09:50.273-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoje'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paciência'/><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>Às vezes, não entendemos o verdadeiro porque de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;A vida nos prega peças em que nem sempre se tem respostas,&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos cada instante, esperando sempre um outro melhor,&lt;br /&gt;E cabe a nós, apenas esperar,&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo tem sempre um limite, uma explicação, o seu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Não devemos nos arrepender de nada que façamos,&lt;br /&gt;Nem do que poderimos ter aproveitado mais,&lt;br /&gt;O passado sempre irá enriquecer nosso presente,&lt;br /&gt;E o futuro só irá acontecer se a vida vencer cada obstáculo que vivemos!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, sei que poderia ter sido mais feliz no passado,&lt;br /&gt;Ter aproveitado mais e entendido mais o que os minutos queriam dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, hoje, graças a Deus sou melhor porque aprendi a ter mais paciência , a viver cada minuto como se fosse o último e a entender que tudo tem a sua hora, só assim, podemos ser felizes, entendendo que a vida pode nos dar o infinito, se soubermos esperar! e a felicidade plena , se soubermos fazer destes um aprendizado em nossas vidas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-2988695765606632848?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2988695765606632848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2988695765606632848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2988695765606632848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-2618093249093385071</id><published>2009-10-07T21:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:42:58.311-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='significado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiração'/><title type='text'>Inspiração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Ss01bDuwcPI/AAAAAAAAAwc/130_sJhD64Y/s1600-h/2009-10-03+10-25-36+-+0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Ss01bDuwcPI/AAAAAAAAAwc/130_sJhD64Y/s320/2009-10-03+10-25-36+-+0046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390023068006510834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Foto tirada por Alexandre Renato H. Costa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiração é algo que cativa,&lt;br /&gt;Que aparece e vai embora,&lt;br /&gt;Segura o suspiro por uns segundos,&lt;br /&gt;Até que se entenda seu significado,&lt;br /&gt;Onde nem sempre pode ser interpretado,&lt;br /&gt;É como se fosse a passagem do tempo em sua mente,&lt;br /&gt;A imagem de alguém que te leva ao desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Um momento único, &lt;br /&gt;Que não se esquece,&lt;br /&gt;Se escreve, mesmo em uma folha de caderno,&lt;br /&gt;Os minutos são únicos, &lt;br /&gt;Exatos e inesquecíveis, como cada palavra,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vazia,&lt;br /&gt;E sempre guardada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-2618093249093385071?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2618093249093385071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/10/inspiracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2618093249093385071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2618093249093385071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/10/inspiracao.html' title='Inspiração'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Ss01bDuwcPI/AAAAAAAAAwc/130_sJhD64Y/s72-c/2009-10-03+10-25-36+-+0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-1411351266968610240</id><published>2009-09-21T16:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:06:21.191-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primavera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relógio'/><title type='text'>A Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SrfcZgdI2SI/AAAAAAAAAwU/vfL2q0WE9UY/s1600-h/flores+primavera.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SrfcZgdI2SI/AAAAAAAAAwU/vfL2q0WE9UY/s320/flores+primavera.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384014210311706914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagem retirada do site  http://www.digitalphoto.pl/pt/fotografias/2219/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primavera começa,&lt;br /&gt;Enxergam-se pássaros, folhas não caem mais,&lt;br /&gt;O vento sopra de forma singela,&lt;br /&gt;Animais se encontram,&lt;br /&gt;A chuva cai fina e gelada,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo muda a cada instante,&lt;br /&gt;Um termômetro para nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;O vento corre sem bater, porque todo dia ele volta e é igual,&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos desabrocham e se fortalecem ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Da janela, o colorido das flores encanta nossos corações,&lt;br /&gt;A vida é representada pela beleza da natureza a cada instante,&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros cantam,&lt;br /&gt;A lua é mais brilhante aos olhares de quem a vê,&lt;br /&gt;As vozes são como um sussurro,&lt;br /&gt;O amor pode ser visto a cada esquina,&lt;br /&gt;Esquentando corações  com os flertes de olhares,&lt;br /&gt;A vida segue,&lt;br /&gt;Em todo lugar e instante, &lt;br /&gt;Rodando como um relógio, &lt;br /&gt;Que só pára quando falta sua essência,&lt;br /&gt;O que move a nossa vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-1411351266968610240?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1411351266968610240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/09/primavera.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1411351266968610240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1411351266968610240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/09/primavera.html' title='A Primavera'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SrfcZgdI2SI/AAAAAAAAAwU/vfL2q0WE9UY/s72-c/flores+primavera.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-7748598548247937357</id><published>2009-09-14T16:21:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:36:16.703-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sussurros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijar'/><title type='text'>Amar de coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Sq6aJvj61cI/AAAAAAAAAwM/-8Wf-G3MALg/s1600-h/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Sq6aJvj61cI/AAAAAAAAAwM/-8Wf-G3MALg/s320/coracao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381408096930944450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagem retirada do site-http://www.juventudehospitaleira.org/ngest/fotos/coracao.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que palavras, se sussurras em meu ouvido,&lt;br /&gt;Para que tocar, se seu olhar penetra minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;Para que beijar, se o pensamento diz tudo.&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio às vezes convida,&lt;br /&gt;Invade o coração e se pode ouví-lo bater.&lt;br /&gt;Criar caminhos no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Viver no instante,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o vazio da solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Um momento sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo com sentimento de &lt;br /&gt;Alegria em reencontar e&lt;br /&gt;Acelerar suspiros de exatidão,&lt;br /&gt;Como palavras doces, &lt;br /&gt;Saindo de coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-7748598548247937357?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7748598548247937357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/09/amar-de-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-1147125267196796477</id><published>2009-09-13T19:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:17:01.405-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sofremos muito com o pouco que nos falta e gozamos pouco o muito que temos.&lt;br /&gt;( Willian Shakespeare)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-1147125267196796477?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1147125267196796477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/09/sofremos-muito-com-o-pouco-que-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1147125267196796477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1147125267196796477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/09/sofremos-muito-com-o-pouco-que-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-4613595037785968891</id><published>2009-09-13T19:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:19:20.302-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esperar'/><title type='text'>Esperar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Sq1vm4NQ6bI/AAAAAAAAAwE/NYonik43qfY/s1600-h/sardegna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Sq1vm4NQ6bI/AAAAAAAAAwE/NYonik43qfY/s320/sardegna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381079843491342770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagem retirada do blog-http://www.google.com.br/imgres?imgurl=http://ipt.olhares.com/data/big/123/1236687.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://olhares.aeiou.pt/sardegna_foto1236687.html&amp;h=750&amp;w=502&amp;sz=100&amp;tbnid=4b798-qXNNDDCM:&amp;tbnh=141&amp;tbnw=94&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dfotos%2Bda%2Bsardegna&amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;usg=__H57Xn0Gh30k2Es0W_d9yNF5XXtk=&amp;ei=qGytStK0Bo6EtgfCz-HzBw&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=image_result&amp;resnum=5&amp;ct=image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes pensamos demais, viajamos num tempo que não sabemos onde dará,&lt;br /&gt;Imagens aparecem em nossa mente,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos deixam de acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;A vida fica mais sutil,&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá...&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa acontece e nem sabemos porque!&lt;br /&gt;Esperar acontecer nem sempre é a razão,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, talvez a solução para muitas vidas!&lt;br /&gt;O passado retorna aos nossos olhos, como um retrato guardado sem importância,&lt;br /&gt;Um instante acontece como dejavour,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, não se sabe porque!!&lt;br /&gt;O que nos resta é esperar...&lt;br /&gt;Levar a vida como o céu refletindo nas águas,&lt;br /&gt;Ser azul como um sorriso que acontece quando os vê.&lt;br /&gt;Vida, repentina e serena,&lt;br /&gt;Que retrata a juventude em um presente qualquer,&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo saudades e palavras soltas ao vento.&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo os momentos como os olhares, soltos no tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-4613595037785968891?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4613595037785968891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/09/esperar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4613595037785968891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4613595037785968891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/09/esperar.html' title='Esperar'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Sq1vm4NQ6bI/AAAAAAAAAwE/NYonik43qfY/s72-c/sardegna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-7832305404615696554</id><published>2009-08-31T17:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:57:46.769-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>Pensamentos não são idéias,&lt;br /&gt;São momentos em que se fecham os olhos e &lt;br /&gt;Percebe - se o momento sem dizer adeus ,&lt;br /&gt;Podem ser sonhos, podem ser tudo ao redor.&lt;br /&gt;São musicas, flores, verdade ou mentira,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que pode ou não se ver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-7832305404615696554?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7832305404615696554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/08/pensamentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/7832305404615696554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/7832305404615696554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/08/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-1533451329386593149</id><published>2009-08-19T19:55:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:20:56.554-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pegadas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>O verdadeiro amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SoyGd0oO9LI/AAAAAAAAAv8/1qlSrM5oPDU/s1600-h/ir_amor_eterno_amor_lp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SoyGd0oO9LI/AAAAAAAAAv8/1qlSrM5oPDU/s320/ir_amor_eterno_amor_lp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371816302447883442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagem retirada do sitehttp://www.rosangela_luggeri.blogger.com.br/ir_amor_eterno_amor_lp.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é como o sereno num sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Alerta nosso coração,&lt;br /&gt;Não consegue rejeitar o presente,&lt;br /&gt;Faz a estrada curta para o destino,&lt;br /&gt;Poesias para nossos ouvidos,&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos são mares intensos,&lt;br /&gt;De repleta alegria em lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;De pensamentos ao luar,&lt;br /&gt;É o verdadeiro elo de duas vidas,&lt;br /&gt;De construção e pegadas sobre pedras,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o destino nasce, com cada história,&lt;br /&gt;Transformada em histórias de amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-1533451329386593149?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1533451329386593149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-verdadeiro-amor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1533451329386593149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1533451329386593149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-verdadeiro-amor.html' title='O verdadeiro amor'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SoyGd0oO9LI/AAAAAAAAAv8/1qlSrM5oPDU/s72-c/ir_amor_eterno_amor_lp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-3482702918543495586</id><published>2009-08-19T19:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:54:26.296-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrações'/><title type='text'>A hora certa</title><content type='html'>Nem sempre as frustrações são aceitas,&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre tudo que se quer acontece,&lt;br /&gt;Só o tempo mostra o correto e o sentido de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes é difícil aceitar o que se pode esperar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, nem sempre nosso coração se conforma.&lt;br /&gt;Atitudes são demonstradas&lt;br /&gt;E o nosso próprio desejo intenso faz querer tudo mais rápido.&lt;br /&gt;O segredo é não pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Não querer,&lt;br /&gt;Abster-se, pra que na hora certa aconteça.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-3482702918543495586?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3482702918543495586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/08/hora-certa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/3482702918543495586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/3482702918543495586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/08/hora-certa.html' title='A hora certa'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-1556135802039403747</id><published>2009-08-14T17:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:49:27.239-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intensamente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encanto'/><title type='text'>Ser você</title><content type='html'>O encanto da vida ,&lt;br /&gt;Não é apenas enxergar o que é belo,&lt;br /&gt;É viver cada momento como se fosse o último,&lt;br /&gt;Agradecer por respirar,&lt;br /&gt;Por poder andar,&lt;br /&gt;Por poder ajudar, trabalhar, amar e educar;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade está em pequenos gestos,&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas sensações,&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas conquistas,&lt;br /&gt;Que se tornam grandes e inesquecíveis com o passar do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz é a idéia de poder pensar e colocar entrelinhas,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que se possa sentir ou sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;Que se possa viver,&lt;br /&gt;Intensamente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-1556135802039403747?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1556135802039403747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/08/ser-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1556135802039403747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1556135802039403747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/08/ser-voce.html' title='Ser você'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-1932748900747266710</id><published>2009-08-14T14:02:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:51:21.102-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='histórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pegadas'/><title type='text'>Com o tempo</title><content type='html'>Com o tempo as cores são histórias,&lt;br /&gt;Alegres, tristes, infantis,imaturas...&lt;br /&gt;Que fazem esse tempo, passar mais rápido ou não,&lt;br /&gt;Entregam nossos traços de expressão,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o sorriso não é vazio,&lt;br /&gt;Nem as palavras  são jogadas ao vento.&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo os olhares são fraternais,&lt;br /&gt;Direcionam a vida de forma mais simples,&lt;br /&gt;Levam a formação de horas em dias, &lt;br /&gt;Como as pegadas na areia da praia,&lt;br /&gt;Que somem, mas, nunca são esquecidas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-1932748900747266710?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1932748900747266710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/08/com-o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1932748900747266710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1932748900747266710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/08/com-o-tempo.html' title='Com o tempo'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-7179612595550725359</id><published>2009-07-28T17:36:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:55:36.711-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lua'/><title type='text'>Dia e Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Sm9kFW5IKdI/AAAAAAAAAv0/0og6SjL6_3I/s1600-h/solelua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Sm9kFW5IKdI/AAAAAAAAAv0/0og6SjL6_3I/s320/solelua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363615724428863954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem reirada do site- http://api.ning.com/files/4mZPGavQ33Gb3S*az27rnfVudXxqnXsYqW*z8O8zpowrEVmzCFeJ7j1aUNUs23ipodDBQdvJXVKEepT3kSzY8neN9jT1TuX-/solelua.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simples é o céu que vemos todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;Azul e límpido,&lt;br /&gt;Nebuloso ou com nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;Noites que surgem e não acabam, &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo a cada pôr do sol,&lt;br /&gt;O vento toca nosso rosto de forma intensa e rápida,&lt;br /&gt;Enxergando o amanhecer como fonte e luz de vida,&lt;br /&gt;Como mais um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite.&lt;br /&gt;O sol e a lua namoram e fazem esses apenas um,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia...&lt;br /&gt;Como o vai e vem das ondas do mar,&lt;br /&gt;Geladas e únicas,&lt;br /&gt;Dia após dia; &lt;br /&gt;No encanto da repetição,&lt;br /&gt;Rotina única e igual,&lt;br /&gt;Onde simples gestos, palavras, idéias,&lt;br /&gt;Fazem mudar a inspiração, de cada amanhecer ou entardecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-7179612595550725359?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7179612595550725359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/dia-e-noite.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/7179612595550725359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/7179612595550725359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/dia-e-noite.html' title='Dia e Noite'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Sm9kFW5IKdI/AAAAAAAAAv0/0og6SjL6_3I/s72-c/solelua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-14289015188276233</id><published>2009-07-24T15:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:03:32.905-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orvalho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Dia de chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmoDl_o55RI/AAAAAAAAAuc/NXwYdLzOhAQ/s1600-h/chuva-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmoDl_o55RI/AAAAAAAAAuc/NXwYdLzOhAQ/s320/chuva-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362102257611040018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; imagem retirada do site-http://himetenshi.zip.net/images/chuva-8.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neblina cinzenta,&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora só se vê,&lt;br /&gt;Muitos caminhos se encontram lá...&lt;br /&gt;Imagem discreta, perdida no pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;Chuva que cai, fina e intensa,&lt;br /&gt;Parece rápida, mas, nem sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Mostra o retorno ,&lt;br /&gt;Singelo amanhã;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos amores se formam,&lt;br /&gt;Muitas saudades se tornam,&lt;br /&gt;Clima de imaginação e intenso amor;&lt;br /&gt;Olfato presente de folhas com orvalho,&lt;br /&gt;Ouve-se o que quiser e ou o que faz bem ao coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-14289015188276233?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/14289015188276233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/dia-de-chuva.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/14289015188276233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/14289015188276233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/dia-de-chuva.html' title='Dia de chuva'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5129051776552900863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/acreditar-em-deus.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/5129051776552900863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/5129051776552900863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/acreditar-em-deus.html' title='Acreditar em Deus'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-2913350698305989423</id><published>2009-07-22T12:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:41:59.616-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='correr'/><title type='text'>Intensamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmcsK3ZIywI/AAAAAAAAAuM/pAp6x1NoUZk/s1600-h/Orkut_2006_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmcsK3ZIywI/AAAAAAAAAuM/pAp6x1NoUZk/s320/Orkut_2006_009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361302446587562754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor da Foto- Alexandre Renato H Costa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é um passo distante,&lt;br /&gt;É a imagem da velocidade do vento,&lt;br /&gt;A folha caindo de uma árvore...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem seu sentido e objetivo,&lt;br /&gt;Não devemos nos desesperar com o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Ele ensina, revigora cada alma,&lt;br /&gt;Faz cada ser correr para ver o fim,&lt;br /&gt;De seus ideais, seus momentos felizes, sua imagem  no espelho.&lt;br /&gt;Um passo bem dado, nos leva a vitórias, conquistas.&lt;br /&gt;Não se deve ter receio em viver, &lt;br /&gt;Se você sabe o que quer e como viver intensamente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Para minha Tia Eloísa Duarte)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-2913350698305989423?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2913350698305989423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/intensamente.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2913350698305989423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2913350698305989423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/intensamente.html' title='Intensamente'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmcsK3ZIywI/AAAAAAAAAuM/pAp6x1NoUZk/s72-c/Orkut_2006_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-2263975944107400266</id><published>2009-07-19T10:02:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:42:41.890-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='certo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Sentimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmMbSw51XSI/AAAAAAAAAuE/mgbIvfjxXlo/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmMbSw51XSI/AAAAAAAAAuE/mgbIvfjxXlo/s320/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360157990680091938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor da Foto- Alexandre Renato H. Costa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes as pessoas não entendem nossos sentimentos, nossos atos,&lt;br /&gt;Isso corresponde a falta de compreensão, egoísmo ou individualismo,&lt;br /&gt;São coisas que existem, &lt;br /&gt;Podem ser usadas para o bem quanto para o mal,&lt;br /&gt;Só nos resta discernir o certo e o errado,&lt;br /&gt;Para não confundir os verdadeiros sentimentos que estão à prova,&lt;br /&gt;Saber ceder é saber perdoar,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o erro não seja seu,&lt;br /&gt;O que vale é o amor verdadeiro e esse, &lt;br /&gt;Somente nessas horas é que sabemos,&lt;br /&gt;Se existe de verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Tornando a noite com um céu de lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Em um dia, num sorriso presente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-2263975944107400266?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2263975944107400266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/sentimentos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2263975944107400266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2263975944107400266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/sentimentos.html' title='Sentimentos'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmMbSw51XSI/AAAAAAAAAuE/mgbIvfjxXlo/s72-c/DSC00352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-4166597161960818036</id><published>2009-07-17T15:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:37:56.333-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario Quintana'/><title type='text'>BORBOLETAS</title><content type='html'>BORBOLETAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando depositamos muita confiança ou expectativas em uma pessoa, o risco de se decepcionar é grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não estão neste mundo para satisfazer as nossas expectativas, assim como não estamos aqui, para satisfazer as dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você aprende a gostar de você, a cuidar de você, e principalmente a gostar de quem gosta de você. &lt;br /&gt;&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;No final das contas, você vai achar&lt;br /&gt;não quem você estava procurando, mas quem estava procurando por você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-4166597161960818036?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4166597161960818036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/borboletas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4166597161960818036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4166597161960818036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/borboletas.html' title='BORBOLETAS'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-4499963201593040598</id><published>2009-06-22T20:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:25:27.455-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='além'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nada'/><title type='text'>Muito além do pensamento</title><content type='html'>Além da imagem podemos enxergar,&lt;br /&gt;Verificar o algo mais que se possa entender com um simples olhar.&lt;br /&gt;A vida se resume a um só,&lt;br /&gt;Quando olhamos para frente e não sabemos dizer nada agora.&lt;br /&gt;Inexistente, são as palavras no momento,&lt;br /&gt;Que nos levam além, nos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Salvando este instante com um olhar mudo,&lt;br /&gt;Um momento que só você pode explicar...&lt;br /&gt;Não diga; vá, agora,&lt;br /&gt;Corra atrás das respostas,&lt;br /&gt;Para salvar o momento,&lt;br /&gt;E não se arrepender...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-4499963201593040598?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4499963201593040598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/muito-alem-do-pensamento.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4499963201593040598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4499963201593040598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/muito-alem-do-pensamento.html' title='Muito além do pensamento'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-6459148396951846053</id><published>2009-06-20T19:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:11:20.791-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simplesmente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feliz'/><title type='text'>Ser feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Sj1eeZB-RbI/AAAAAAAAAt0/W1SJk83Vfbs/s1600-h/Hydrangeas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Sj1eeZB-RbI/AAAAAAAAAt0/W1SJk83Vfbs/s320/Hydrangeas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349535808594265522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é preciso muito pouco,&lt;br /&gt;A mente deve estar tranquila,&lt;br /&gt;Os passos largos e calmos,&lt;br /&gt;A vida é vista de forma calma e com plenitude,&lt;br /&gt;Olhar para frente significa mais,&lt;br /&gt;Respirar, significa ser do jeio que você é,&lt;br /&gt;É o Entendimento de um suspiro de cada segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Verdade que nos faz mudar a cada instante,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o simplesmene é apenas tudo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-6459148396951846053?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6459148396951846053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/ser-feliz.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/6459148396951846053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/6459148396951846053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/ser-feliz.html' title='Ser feliz'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Sj1eeZB-RbI/AAAAAAAAAt0/W1SJk83Vfbs/s72-c/Hydrangeas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-4291686141284988417</id><published>2009-06-16T18:23:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:33:05.665-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amadurecimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='direção'/><title type='text'>O tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SjgQZgYZNAI/AAAAAAAAAts/Ght5NDfafag/s1600-h/rosas114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SjgQZgYZNAI/AAAAAAAAAts/Ght5NDfafag/s320/rosas114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348042587877487618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida, o eterno se torna um alvo inalcançável,&lt;br /&gt;Imprevisível, porém, é uma expressão de sonho...&lt;br /&gt;De poder acreditar no ser de nossa existência.&lt;br /&gt;As horas passam, vivemos as mesmas todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, os ponteiros se expressam como uma folha que cai a todo instante de uma árvore.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos, aqui, envelhecendo, amadurecendo...&lt;br /&gt;Até que um dia eu possa me desprender de onde eu vim,&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo com cada folha o sentido de não ser inerte...&lt;br /&gt;Ensinando a direção, &lt;br /&gt;O inteligente é não ser como uma folha que cai,&lt;br /&gt;É Entender que não se pode ser substituído,&lt;br /&gt;Entendimento da vida, que resurge a cada dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-4291686141284988417?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4291686141284988417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4291686141284988417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4291686141284988417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-tempo.html' title='O tempo...'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SjgQZgYZNAI/AAAAAAAAAts/Ght5NDfafag/s72-c/rosas114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-275856612390399253</id><published>2009-06-08T19:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:27:13.085-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espírito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pobreza'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Si2MD47OXdI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZvnHj_rR3og/s1600-h/Penguins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Si2MD47OXdI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZvnHj_rR3og/s320/Penguins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345082331206933970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pobreza de espírito está nos atos impensados que fazem o ser humano pequeno demais diante de tanta grandeza!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-275856612390399253?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/275856612390399253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/pobreza-de-espirito-esta-nos-atos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/275856612390399253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/275856612390399253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/pobreza-de-espirito-esta-nos-atos.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Si2MD47OXdI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZvnHj_rR3og/s72-c/Penguins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-8577253215878818705</id><published>2009-06-08T19:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:19:37.835-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='certo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clareza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvidas'/><title type='text'>Injustiça</title><content type='html'>Nem sempre encontramos as palavras certas,&lt;br /&gt;E nem sempre estamos a par de tudo que os outros sabem.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso conviver para se saber o certo,&lt;br /&gt;E aprender com o errado no sim de cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano é completo,&lt;br /&gt;Porém, não sabe responder suas dúvidas,&lt;br /&gt;E quando estão a frente da certeza, &lt;br /&gt;Interpretam com clareza,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, nem sempre são justos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-8577253215878818705?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8577253215878818705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/injustica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8577253215878818705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8577253215878818705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/injustica.html' title='Injustiça'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-8386955626200675644</id><published>2009-06-02T16:08:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:12:02.350-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interpretar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentido'/><title type='text'>Desculpa</title><content type='html'>A interpretação não está nos olhos de quem vê, ou de quem ouve, está no simples fato de sentir o significado das palavras,&lt;br /&gt;E de responder na hora certa o sentido delas,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que seja com uma,&lt;br /&gt;Que resume apenas o sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;Sem magoar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-8386955626200675644?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8386955626200675644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/desculpa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8386955626200675644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8386955626200675644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/desculpa.html' title='Desculpa'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-2533291949464977048</id><published>2009-06-02T15:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:06:11.039-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encontro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='força'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esperança'/><title type='text'>La forza della vita- A força da vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SiV4Gs9cdTI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TxlHdBlwzgk/s1600-h/Koala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SiV4Gs9cdTI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TxlHdBlwzgk/s320/Koala.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342808589488387378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não saibamos a força de tudo que vivemos e porque vivemos!&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que possa nos fazer sofrer, vencer, rir, almejar...&lt;br /&gt;Além da imaginação ou da plenitude,&lt;br /&gt;Existe algo dentro de cada um de nós que não importa onde ou quando,&lt;br /&gt;Nos faz sempre levantar,&lt;br /&gt;Imaginar sempre a esperança e o silêncio na escuta&lt;br /&gt;E com certeza nos faz pensar...&lt;br /&gt;No aqui, no agora, no avanço que o coração pode nos levar,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não se saiba onde o imenso mundo possa nos levar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, Essa é a força da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Nos fazer interpretar o hoje num instante imenso.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o sonho seja uma viagem ou apenas um encontro,&lt;br /&gt;Um encontro com apenas nós mesmos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-2533291949464977048?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2533291949464977048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-forza-della-vita-forca-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2533291949464977048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2533291949464977048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-forza-della-vita-forca-da-vida.html' title='La forza della vita- A força da vida!'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SiV4Gs9cdTI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TxlHdBlwzgk/s72-c/Koala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-2327997852746411064</id><published>2009-05-26T19:57:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:12:34.434-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voltar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginação'/><title type='text'>Ir</title><content type='html'>Ir, nem sempre significa voltar,&lt;br /&gt;Faz o destino se resumir,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo, se esconde através de segundos,&lt;br /&gt;Um verbo para relembrar, ou ajustar a certeza, &lt;br /&gt;Que nos faz caminhar talvez para longe, &lt;br /&gt;Significando viajar para onde nossa imaginação possa deixar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-2327997852746411064?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2327997852746411064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/ir.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2327997852746411064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2327997852746411064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/ir.html' title='Ir'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-5031562537877379228</id><published>2009-05-25T19:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:10:03.555-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração'/><title type='text'>Enfim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/ShskfmR2AQI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ZaxGXuOxvcw/s1600-h/Chrysanthemum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/ShskfmR2AQI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ZaxGXuOxvcw/s320/Chrysanthemum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339901908447789314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao nosso redor existem flores,&lt;br /&gt;De todas as cores,&lt;br /&gt;Umas mais belas,&lt;br /&gt;Outras mais singelas,&lt;br /&gt;Prontas para mostrar...&lt;br /&gt;Fazem a vida se tornar mais simples,&lt;br /&gt;Os minutos não serem esquecidos&lt;br /&gt;E a todo momento elas podem estar...&lt;br /&gt;Dependem da ocasião finita,&lt;br /&gt;Que se torna infindável se for prosperar em nossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;Flores são algo que temos,&lt;br /&gt;Fazem o nosso tempo inesquecível ao relembrar a vida ,&lt;br /&gt;Seja quando temos a presença do seu perfume ou a presença de um simples olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Seja com o desabrochar de uma pétala,&lt;br /&gt;Ou simplesmente quando se vive o término ou partida,&lt;br /&gt;Sumindo a cada imaginação,&lt;br /&gt;Revivendo cada sensação,&lt;br /&gt;De sonho, realidade ou tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Que some no vento a cada batida do coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-5031562537877379228?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5031562537877379228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/enfim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/5031562537877379228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/5031562537877379228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/enfim.html' title='Enfim...'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/ShskfmR2AQI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ZaxGXuOxvcw/s72-c/Chrysanthemum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-6245227532152070489</id><published>2009-05-20T18:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:49:39.568-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bobagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alerta'/><title type='text'>Nada é perfeito</title><content type='html'>Nada é perfeito nessa vida, &lt;br /&gt;As coisas acontecem sem esperarmos,&lt;br /&gt;Nos alerta e nos responde,&lt;br /&gt;A vida é como um quebra cabeça, de cabeça para baixo,&lt;br /&gt;Temos que interpretá-la às vezes de várias formas,&lt;br /&gt;Entender o sentido de tudo&lt;br /&gt;E tentar saber qual direção tomar para que não se cometa erros grandiosos.&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano quando se vê em situações isoladas,&lt;br /&gt;Logo se esconde ou ataca,&lt;br /&gt;E faz o momento perfeito ser esquecido por bobagens do convívio,&lt;br /&gt;Testando nossa paciência,&lt;br /&gt;E nossos sentimentos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-6245227532152070489?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6245227532152070489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/nada-e-perfeito.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/6245227532152070489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/6245227532152070489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/nada-e-perfeito.html' title='Nada é perfeito'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-1017278117102413268</id><published>2009-05-19T19:39:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:52:38.988-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imensidão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuvens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><title type='text'>Ver você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/ShM3q7rjs7I/AAAAAAAAAtM/shi6j1Ahclo/s1600-h/olho_azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/ShM3q7rjs7I/AAAAAAAAAtM/shi6j1Ahclo/s320/olho_azul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337671194078589874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com você não vejo nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo livre para pensar em qualquer coisa,&lt;br /&gt;E atrás de nós existem um só suspiro de um instante numa imensidão.&lt;br /&gt;Com você não imagino,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo agora a verdade em minha frente,&lt;br /&gt;Pronta para ser.&lt;br /&gt;Ao piscar não choro,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, vejo meu sorriso em seus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Correndo atrás do tempo perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagem retirada do site:&lt;br /&gt;http://atuleirus.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/2005/04/comversos_rimas_4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-1017278117102413268?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1017278117102413268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/imagem-retirada-do-site-httpatuleirus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1017278117102413268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1017278117102413268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/imagem-retirada-do-site-httpatuleirus.html' title='Ver você'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/ShIDBJDyhTI/AAAAAAAAAtE/QqnardMDV38/s320/Lighthouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337331826534024498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdidos no tempo se vão os pássaros,&lt;br /&gt;Voam longe e fecham os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo do tempo apenas sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos podem apenas sentir o vento nas alturas,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o sol não pode chegar,&lt;br /&gt;Pois, a todo momento existe uma janela para entrar.&lt;br /&gt;Perdidos, nunca estamos,&lt;br /&gt;Indo e voltando para algum lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Idéias sobressaem em todos os instantes,&lt;br /&gt;Ao redor de todos os tipos de pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;Dando adeus para conhecer o que ainda estar por vir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-7920825096661012142?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/ShIDBJDyhTI/AAAAAAAAAtE/QqnardMDV38/s72-c/Lighthouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-7507274033865649492</id><published>2009-05-18T21:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:26:36.281-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia a dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>FELICIDADE</title><content type='html'>Faço de você, um,&lt;br /&gt;Entendo que mesmo que esteja&lt;br /&gt;Longe, eu possa viver momentos&lt;br /&gt;Inesquecíveis ao seu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Com segundos e minutos que não passam,&lt;br /&gt;Inventando cada gesto e olhar&lt;br /&gt;Dia a dia, com&lt;br /&gt;Amor e amizade,&lt;br /&gt;Dia a dia, somente,&lt;br /&gt;Eu e você!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-7507274033865649492?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7507274033865649492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/felicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/7507274033865649492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/7507274033865649492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/felicidade.html' title='FELICIDADE'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-6880365380179838304</id><published>2009-05-18T20:58:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:27:33.347-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvidas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respirar'/><title type='text'>Dúvidas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/ShH4rkaKlhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/qCzQrCfrybo/s1600-h/rosas111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/ShH4rkaKlhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/qCzQrCfrybo/s320/rosas111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337320460802233874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, há quem diga que eu possa achar o que tanto procuro,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, alguém possa vir a dizer mais que um simples verso,&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo possa ser diferente daquilo que vivemos hoje,&lt;br /&gt;As páginas de um livro possam ser do jeito que cada um queira,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, quem sabe, olhar para frente possa não ser desespero,&lt;br /&gt;Possa andar e caminhar devagar , &lt;br /&gt;E correr atrás de algo com amadurecimento, explica não se afobar para não se arrepender,&lt;br /&gt;Tantas dúvidas..., tudo se torna tão confuso,&lt;br /&gt;Onde a certeza que temos é apenas respirar e viver um dia de cada vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-6880365380179838304?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6880365380179838304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/duvidas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/6880365380179838304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/6880365380179838304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/duvidas.html' title='Dúvidas..'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/ShH4rkaKlhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/qCzQrCfrybo/s72-c/rosas111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-4360239460810409689</id><published>2009-05-17T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:35:19.222-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shakespeare'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Há quem diga que todas as noites são de sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas há também quem garanta que nem todas, só as de verão. No fundo, isto não tem muita importância.&lt;br /&gt;O que interessa mesmo não é a noite em si, são os sonhos. Sonhos que o homem sonha sempre, em todos os lugares, em todas as épocas do ano, dormindo ou acordado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-4360239460810409689?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4360239460810409689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4360239460810409689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4360239460810409689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_17.html' title='...'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-8081232643980044686</id><published>2009-05-15T11:58:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:11:22.452-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sincero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lágrimas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alguém'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistério'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimento'/><title type='text'>Mistério de uma vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/ShH5IWK3UxI/AAAAAAAAAs8/MM2xLBKQAYA/s1600-h/rosas112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/ShH5IWK3UxI/AAAAAAAAAs8/MM2xLBKQAYA/s320/rosas112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337320955196166930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz me trouxe alguém,&lt;br /&gt;Que me fez rir e depois chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Que me fez sentir algo único em minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a interpretar o concreto e o abstrato,&lt;br /&gt;Que os olhos não vêem,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, que é possível sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas correm por um sentimento sincero,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, que conforta quando se entende o mistério,&lt;br /&gt;Mistério de uma vida, que Deus  não deixou vir agora,&lt;br /&gt;E que só me resta sorrir pra entender e esperar sem derrota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-8081232643980044686?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8081232643980044686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/misterio-de-uma-vida.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8081232643980044686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8081232643980044686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/misterio-de-uma-vida.html' title='Mistério de uma vida'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/ShH5IWK3UxI/AAAAAAAAAs8/MM2xLBKQAYA/s72-c/rosas112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-7462660491441623835</id><published>2009-05-06T20:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:49:05.316-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idéias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caminhos.história'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sozinho'/><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SgIhl7ZDShI/AAAAAAAAAsk/NrAP_vOaOl0/s1600-h/Winter+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SgIhl7ZDShI/AAAAAAAAAsk/NrAP_vOaOl0/s320/Winter+Leaves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332861844241730066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras,fazem caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Partirem ou se encontrarem,&lt;br /&gt;Acendem ao nosso redor,&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando mentes e mãos,&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo Interpretar o momento único, &lt;br /&gt;Sozinho em parte.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras,despertas aos olhares&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca voltam iguais,&lt;br /&gt;Faz a música soar inesquecível,&lt;br /&gt;Inventando sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Viajando no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Repensando na vida,&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçando ideias,&lt;br /&gt;Organizando histórias,&lt;br /&gt;Para que não caiam no esquecimento!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-7462660491441623835?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7462660491441623835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/7462660491441623835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/7462660491441623835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SgIhl7ZDShI/AAAAAAAAAsk/NrAP_vOaOl0/s72-c/Winter+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-3265392717104590234</id><published>2009-05-06T19:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:59:43.941-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomeço-www.mensagemfraterna.blogspot.com'/><title type='text'>Recomeço</title><content type='html'>Nasceste no lar que precisavas, vestiste o corpo físico que merecias,&lt;br /&gt;Moras onde melhor Deus te proporcionou de acordo com teu adiantamento.&lt;br /&gt;Possuis os recursos financeiros coerentes com as tuas necessidades,&lt;br /&gt;nem mais, nem menos, mas o justo para as tuas lutas terrenas.&lt;br /&gt;Teu ambiente de trabalho é o que elegeste espontaneamente para a tua realização.&lt;br /&gt;Teus parentes, amigos são as almas que atraíste com tua própria afinidade.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, teu destino está constantemente sob teu controle.&lt;br /&gt;Tu escolhes, recolhes, eleges, atrais, buscas e expulsas,&lt;br /&gt;modificando tudo aquilo que te rodeia a existência.&lt;br /&gt;Teus pensamentos e vontade são a chaves de teus atos e atitudes.&lt;br /&gt;São as fontes de atração e repulsão na jornada que vivencias.&lt;br /&gt;Não reclames nem te faças de vítima.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de tudo, analisa e observa.&lt;br /&gt;A mudança está em tuas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Reprograma tua meta.&lt;br /&gt;Busca o bem e viverás melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Embora ninguém possa voltar atrás e fazer um novo começo,&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer um pode começar agora e fazer um novo fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chico Xavier)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-3265392717104590234?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3265392717104590234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/recomeco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/3265392717104590234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/3265392717104590234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/recomeco.html' title='Recomeço'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vento'/><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;O vento bate na face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Imagino quantas coisas posso pensar através desse momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Inspirações se encontram em minha mente desordenadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;porém, com um único propósito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Vejo agora a primeira estrela surgindo, brilhando como se fosse só pra mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Podendo muitos outros enxergá-la,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Interpretando sua existência a sua maneira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Fazendo desse segundo o único tempo agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-7402778288368050441?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7402778288368050441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/pensamento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/7402778288368050441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/7402778288368050441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-4635990302665605340</id><published>2009-05-01T20:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:25:50.888-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degrau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esperar'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Paciência, é esperar com cautela, aprender a respirar olhando para frente, interpretar sem desespero a força que existe dentro de nós, subindo escada acima, um degrau de cada vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-4635990302665605340?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4635990302665605340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/paciencia-e-esperar-com-cautela.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4635990302665605340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4635990302665605340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/paciencia-e-esperar-com-cautela.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;direção&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;É a força em pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;Que existe dentro de cada um de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Palavra sublime,&lt;br /&gt;Que rege e nos faz seguir,&lt;br /&gt;Que nos faz olhar com suspiros e nem sempre pedir&lt;br /&gt;E sim agradecer,&lt;br /&gt;Nos faz evoluir esclarecendo os pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dizendo&lt;/span&gt; a verdade como num sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que somente nós podemos interpretar,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando e seguindo devagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Dia&lt;br /&gt;Evolução&lt;br /&gt;Único&lt;br /&gt;Sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;Que nos ensina ir e regressar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-6716541759169333625?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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frente, enfrentando qualquer coisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Luz, é a vida em nascimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É a morte e o desprendimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Com sabedoria e conhecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Luz, é poder  colocar palavras entre linhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ter coragem e chorar de felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Caminhar de mãos dadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sem ter receio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É ter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;otimismo&lt;/span&gt; sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Abordar um sorriso num pequeno instante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Luz, é imaginar o amor a cada  batida em nosso peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E respeitar esse momento e guardá-lo pra sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-8253312471609422561?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8253312471609422561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/05/luz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8253312471609422561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8253312471609422561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caminhos.história'/><title type='text'>Livre.Pra.Pensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Renovar os caminhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Leva cada olhar o mais longe o qual possa se sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Traz a realidade se quisermos em nossas mãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Infindável são as palavras que se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;refletem&lt;/span&gt; no tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Onde cada olhar interpreta de um jeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Seja, amável ou delicado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Desastroso ou triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Simples e romântico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;A emoção transparece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;E faz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;refletir&lt;/span&gt; cada história ou passo em nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-6052960994810076634?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6052960994810076634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/04/livreprapensar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/6052960994810076634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SfTlefG5FQI/AAAAAAAAAsA/_On2bRoj2bo/s1600-h/Humpback+Whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329136570995381506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SfTlefG5FQI/AAAAAAAAAsA/_On2bRoj2bo/s320/Humpback+Whale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ondas do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;levam nossa imaginação ao horizonte e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Trazem a realidade num minuto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Voltam num piscar de olhos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sem lágrimas ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ressurgem em nossos sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;As lembranças ficam guardadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mas, que ao vê-las no seu balanço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Logo entende-se a razão de existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4489832354148689296-5830560576073416075?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5830560576073416075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/04/ondas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/5830560576073416075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/5830560576073416075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/04/ondas.html' title='Ondas'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SfTlefG5FQI/AAAAAAAAAsA/_On2bRoj2bo/s72-c/Humpback+Whale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-8282544505618630823</id><published>2009-04-22T22:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:49:17.861-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lembrar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Meu Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Contigo eu posso partir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Partir de mãos dadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Andar de olhos fechados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Porque sei que estarás ao meu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sem medo posso de novo abrir os olhos e ver os seus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Fazendo parte dos meus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Não importa onde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Saber tomar a decisão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;É saber encontrar a certeza de que tudo ainda é pouco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mesmo sendo intenso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Entender que, chegar rápido nem sempre é o melhor caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pois, devagar é melhor para lembrar e relembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;E nunca desistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Do tempero da vida ao redor de cada um de nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;E que insistir é o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;objetivo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-8282544505618630823?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8282544505618630823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/04/meu-amor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8282544505618630823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8282544505618630823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/04/meu-amor.html' title='Meu Amor'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-8005490192652458077</id><published>2009-04-21T16:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:00:50.649-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>O tempo ensina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Da vida levamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Na vida aprendemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Com certeza, o sentimento de entendê-la muda a cada minuto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;O nosso tempo faz criarmos pegadas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;E desse entendimento fazemos desses dias mais intensos e certos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Com certeza o tempo são como as palavras... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Que saem a todo momento e jogadas para algum lugar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Importantes, de acordo com o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trajeto&lt;/span&gt; da nossa vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Existente a todo momento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Escolhemos a cada dia o significado de cada uma e estas fazem o tempo, a vida, existir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-8005490192652458077?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8005490192652458077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-tempo-ensina.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8005490192652458077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8005490192652458077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-tempo-ensina.html' title='O tempo ensina'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-7790386125106223337</id><published>2009-04-21T12:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:01:20.943-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resposta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amar'/><title type='text'>Se</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Se eu pudesse deixar algum presente à você, deixaria aceso o sentimento de amar a vida dos seres humanos.&lt;br /&gt;A consciência de aprender tudo o que foi ensinado pelo tempo afora.&lt;br /&gt;Lembraria os erros que foram cometidos para que não mais se repetissem.&lt;br /&gt;A capacidade de escolher novos rumos.&lt;br /&gt;Deixaria para você, se pudesse, o respeito àquilo que é indispensável.&lt;br /&gt;Além do pão, o trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Além do trabalho, a ação.&lt;br /&gt;E, quando tudo mais faltasse, um segredo: o de buscar no interior de si mesmo a resposta e a força para encontrar a saída".Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-7790386125106223337?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7790386125106223337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/04/se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/7790386125106223337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/7790386125106223337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/04/se.html' title='Se'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-4549588058800202861</id><published>2009-04-21T09:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:39:51.896-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversário'/><title type='text'>Meu Aniversário-22 de Abril</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Se28GTMn9gI/AAAAAAAAArg/1fnLHENWGIQ/s1600-h/2008-11-15_18-01-09_-_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327120750667625986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Se28GTMn9gI/AAAAAAAAArg/1fnLHENWGIQ/s320/2008-11-15_18-01-09_-_0175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="aboutme"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Enfim, mais um dia..&lt;br /&gt;Dia em que celebro minhas conquistas, minhas vitórias, minhas dificuldades,&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz suspirar aliviada e feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Enxergar o horizonte com felicidade é entender um instante,&lt;br /&gt;Que pode se tornar constante em nossas vidas, se a gente quiser!!!&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/4489832354148689296-4549588058800202861?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4549588058800202861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/04/meu-aniversario.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4549588058800202861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4549588058800202861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/04/meu-aniversario.html' title='Meu Aniversário-22 de Abril'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/Se28GTMn9gI/AAAAAAAAArg/1fnLHENWGIQ/s72-c/2008-11-15_18-01-09_-_0175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-8883419445432426579</id><published>2009-04-10T19:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:29:52.547-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade'/><title type='text'>Felicidade não se encontra, se conquista!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Capaz é o indivíduo que consegue sentir além daquilo que possa enxergar a cada minuto que passa,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a flor da pele que não é apenas o vento que passa,&lt;br /&gt;A lágrima que corre,&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso que acontece,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, compreende que não se pode sentir sem enxergar, sem chorar, sem sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Confundindo sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Que nos alcançam a todo momento,&lt;br /&gt;Nos fazendo ser fortes&lt;/span&gt; e com a capacidade de entender,&lt;br /&gt;A palavra felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-8883419445432426579?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8883419445432426579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/04/felicidade-nao-se-encontra-se-conquista.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8883419445432426579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8883419445432426579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/04/felicidade-nao-se-encontra-se-conquista.html' title='Felicidade não se encontra, se conquista!'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-521416516382117142</id><published>2009-03-30T18:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:25:29.755-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errar faz parte'/><title type='text'>errar faz parte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SdE8IJzvUsI/AAAAAAAAArY/KHt3hkmm95g/s1600-h/Creek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319098745670816450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SdE8IJzvUsI/AAAAAAAAArY/KHt3hkmm95g/s320/Creek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Enfim, os passos certos,Em frente ao desafio de olhar sem pestanejar,  Encarar com a sombra da certeza, revivendo dias que foram incertos, mas plenos...Hoje são certos de viver sem nenhum arrependimento.O ser humano tem a capacidade de errar e acertar, esse é o nosso grande desafio!&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/4489832354148689296-521416516382117142?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SdE8IJzvUsI/AAAAAAAAArY/KHt3hkmm95g/s72-c/Creek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-15169612958959557</id><published>2009-03-20T18:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:49:35.889-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberdade'/><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Livre é aquele que sabe dizer o que pensa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que sabe interpretar sentimentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;expor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;idéias&lt;/span&gt; mesmo que sejam infantis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Liberdade de expressar a flor da pele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sem medo de ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-15169612958959557?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/15169612958959557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/03/liberdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/15169612958959557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/15169612958959557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/03/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-4469921844048573044</id><published>2009-03-01T13:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:49:11.449-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O que é esperar?'/><title type='text'>Esperar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Esperar, nem sempre é acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;É alcançar o limite da ansiedade e fazer deste momento algo importante.&lt;br /&gt;É responder aquilo que surpreende o nosso pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;E daí, vir a explicação da paciência interminável.&lt;br /&gt;É fazer os minutos da vida se moverem mais lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;Que parecem esgotar, mesmo com um fio de chama acesa,&lt;br /&gt;Esperar é a tradução de respirar com esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Não importa onde, como e quando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-4469921844048573044?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4469921844048573044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/03/esperar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4469921844048573044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4469921844048573044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/03/esperar.html' title='Esperar!'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-5794831309585803007</id><published>2009-02-15T08:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:04:04.341-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É muito bom pensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SZgBJFsQLvI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/GYcCY0Q_qHo/s1600-h/corsica_water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302989816886996722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SZgBJFsQLvI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/GYcCY0Q_qHo/s320/corsica_water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enriquece a alma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alimenta o espírito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valoriza o íntimo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortalece a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-5794831309585803007?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5794831309585803007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/5794831309585803007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/5794831309585803007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='É muito bom pensar'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SZgBJFsQLvI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/GYcCY0Q_qHo/s72-c/corsica_water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-8662048821747846985</id><published>2009-02-15T08:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:51:38.699-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nem sempre'/><title type='text'>Nem sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não dá pra chegar no horizonte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cabe a nós enxergar o mais longe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possível,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E tentar perceber também o mais próximo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E caminhar ajudando o destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O segredo não é chegar rápido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É saber pisar e saber andar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mesmo que as pedras nos façam tropeçar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pois, elas têm que existir em nosso caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Com certeza, elas farão com que esses passos sejam mais firmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E nem sempre nos darão alegrias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas, com certeza nos farão chegar até elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-8662048821747846985?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8662048821747846985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/02/nem-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8662048821747846985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8662048821747846985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/02/nem-sempre.html' title='Nem sempre'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-905090226451654207</id><published>2009-02-15T08:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:41:39.287-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conhecer'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O conhecimento a si próprio só depende da maturidade em saber lidar com todas as situações que a vida oferece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-905090226451654207?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/905090226451654207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-conhecimento-si-proprio-so-depende-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/905090226451654207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/905090226451654207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-conhecimento-si-proprio-so-depende-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-1901789773289859569</id><published>2009-01-26T19:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:06:24.601-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nuvens passageiras, sonhos quem voltam do passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Muitas vezes nos pegamos pensando no que acabou, imaginando um novo começo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Diferente e melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mesmo indo, vindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Respirando cada momento como se fosse o último,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A esperança acolhe mesmo que não se esteja desesperado e nos faz viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Apontar pra frente, avistando um horizonte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É preciso entender o que cada minuto quer dizer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não olhar para trás pra reviver como se quer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas, interpretar que cada passo é a vida em um instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-1901789773289859569?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1901789773289859569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/vida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1901789773289859569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1901789773289859569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-2811389831190484503</id><published>2009-01-09T12:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:51:26.529-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aprendendo a ser forte'/><title type='text'>Aprendendo a ser forte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"Depois de algum tempo,&lt;br /&gt;você aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença&lt;br /&gt;entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma.&lt;br /&gt;E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se,&lt;br /&gt;e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança.&lt;br /&gt;E começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos&lt;br /&gt;e presentes não são promessas.&lt;br /&gt;E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida&lt;br /&gt;e os olhos adiante com a graça de um adulto,&lt;br /&gt;e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;E aprende a construir todas as suas estradas hoje,&lt;br /&gt;porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos,&lt;br /&gt;e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vôo.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempo,&lt;br /&gt;você aprende que até o sol queima&lt;br /&gt;se você ficar exposto por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, plante seu jardim e decore sua alma,&lt;br /&gt;em vez de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores.&lt;br /&gt;E você aprende que realmente pode suportar...&lt;br /&gt;Que realmente é forte e que realmente tem valor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-2811389831190484503?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-2398454019344740582</id><published>2009-01-07T17:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:38:28.703-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sem medo que o tempo passe estou ao seu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O som do vento me leva para bem longe através dos sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E aqui não consigo abrir os olhos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para poder viver um pouco mais além daquilo que posso ter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para poder pensar sem exageros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No quanto posso amar você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-2398454019344740582?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2398454019344740582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/sonhar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2398454019344740582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2398454019344740582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/sonhar.html' title='Sonhar'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-8054772686761655180</id><published>2009-01-07T17:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:21:49.095-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O soar dos pássaros me faz lembrar você,&lt;br /&gt;Indicando que a liberdade de te amar me faz bem,&lt;br /&gt;Enxugo as lágrimas de alegria e&lt;br /&gt;Caminho sem medo de olhar para trás,&lt;br /&gt;Nada é tão importante quanto o seu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Me dizendo tudo aquilo que sempre quis ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-8054772686761655180?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8054772686761655180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/apenas-voc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8054772686761655180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8054772686761655180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/apenas-voc.html' title='Você'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-864877022473717331</id><published>2009-01-07T17:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:43:01.095-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vá em frente..'/><title type='text'>Apenas não sei porque!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Os dias passam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E a cada momento vejo tudo além do que posso imaginar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Peço perdão pelos meus erros e ouço a voz do meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Levo meu olhar ao céu pra tentar entender o porque de tantas dúvidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mesmo que em minha frente exista a certeza absoluta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-864877022473717331?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/864877022473717331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/apenas-no-sei-porque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/864877022473717331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/864877022473717331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/apenas-no-sei-porque.html' title='Apenas não sei porque!'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-4018408975128133744</id><published>2009-01-04T20:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:04:42.520-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Além daqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SWE_MYIObOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/98zRgjIGFU0/s1600-h/Autumn+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287576919377603810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SWE_MYIObOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/98zRgjIGFU0/s320/Autumn+Leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chove lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar você está,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mesmo assim, vejo o sol além de qualquer coisa,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas imagino que minhas palavras possam chegar até você,&lt;br /&gt;Agora ou depois.&lt;br /&gt;Sem te tocar, imagino o real apenas, num olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Você ao mesmo tempo está aqui, como uma hipótese!&lt;br /&gt;Como uma lógica, um pensamento, um encontro,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, ao mesmo tempo me deixa pensando,&lt;br /&gt;No tempo que nos separa, que mesmo agora faz as horas se encontrarem,&lt;br /&gt;Indo a um só lugar;&lt;br /&gt;Ao futuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-4018408975128133744?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4018408975128133744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/alm-daqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4018408975128133744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4018408975128133744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/alm-daqui.html' title='Além daqui'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SWE_MYIObOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/98zRgjIGFU0/s72-c/Autumn+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-2507734359178808859</id><published>2009-01-04T13:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:03:50.197-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primavera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estação de inspirações'/><title type='text'>Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A primavera,&lt;br /&gt;Estação de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inspirações&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;De suspiros eternos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a nós, seres humanos, menores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ao sentir o vento batendo em nossos corações,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; o sentimento ser maior quando amamos de verdade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; o instante ser único com um pensamento verdadeiro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a saudade apertar quando nos sentimos sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;A primavera,&lt;br /&gt;É um sorriso repleto de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Onde a tristeza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;se vira&lt;/span&gt; do avesso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mesmo que seja num instante,&lt;br /&gt;Nos fazendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;refletir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; várias páginas da nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-2507734359178808859?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2507734359178808859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/primavera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2507734359178808859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/2507734359178808859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/primavera.html' title='Primavera'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-4981892432519345977</id><published>2009-01-02T11:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:56:07.275-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqui pra alguém'/><title type='text'>Aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Vejo além daquilo que quero,&lt;br /&gt;E ouço sua voz me chamando como um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sussurro&lt;/span&gt; longe de qualquer vida,&lt;br /&gt;Isso tudo me faz entender,&lt;br /&gt;Que o que realmente somos é aquilo que possamos imaginar e&lt;br /&gt;Através disso, os caminhos se abrem,&lt;br /&gt;Para saber verdadeiramente o porque de estarmos aqui,&lt;br /&gt;E caminhar de mãos dadas em frente, sem medo de ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-4981892432519345977?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4981892432519345977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4981892432519345977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4981892432519345977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/aqui.html' title='Aqui'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-7443257166699228897</id><published>2009-01-02T10:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:08:20.719-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uma vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ser mãe'/><title type='text'>Ser Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SV4M-QISagI/AAAAAAAAAaM/owxanV7ZFO8/s1600-h/angel_island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286677276200692226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SV4M-QISagI/AAAAAAAAAaM/owxanV7ZFO8/s320/angel_island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para você meu amor eu fiz este poema,&lt;br /&gt;Para dizer que nem sempre acertamos,&lt;br /&gt;Para dizer perdão em prantos mesmo não conhecendo seus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Para você, minha vida será sempre sua,&lt;br /&gt;A espera de um novo começo,&lt;br /&gt;Que somente a esperança alimenta.&lt;br /&gt;Para você, estarei sempre aqui,&lt;br /&gt;A espera de um dia, sem mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;Eu possa merecer o motivo da vinda e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;De poder ouvir você me chamar de tudo que sempre sonhei, em minha existência ou vida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-7443257166699228897?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7443257166699228897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/ser-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/7443257166699228897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/7443257166699228897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/ser-me.html' title='Ser Mãe'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SV4M-QISagI/AAAAAAAAAaM/owxanV7ZFO8/s72-c/angel_island.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-4437255115915445553</id><published>2009-01-01T21:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:25:17.805-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Te Amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Se um dia existiu flores e dessas desabrocharam em curto espaço de tempo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Você&lt;/span&gt; é a mais pura delas,&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia pude ter um pensamento seu, saiba que ficou guardado dentro de três palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Se você demonstra felicidade em gestos, o meu coração bate singelo decifrando cada um,&lt;br /&gt;Se você é o amor que tanto sonhei, pode acreditar que eu serei mais uma a testá-lo e a única que fará você suspirar eternamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-4437255115915445553?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4437255115915445553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4437255115915445553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/4437255115915445553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-te-amo.html' title='Eu Te Amo'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-9072676006166391177</id><published>2009-01-01T21:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:54:27.219-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identidade'/><title type='text'>Identidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;As horas são como as folhas de um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ipê&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais que o reconhecimento de uma passagem,&lt;br /&gt;Ao nascer é fina e delicada sem muitos detalhes,&lt;br /&gt;Ao crescer percebe-se a formação da sua identidade, independente da sua cor,&lt;br /&gt;Onde os olhos revivem cada momento que é preciso se notar,&lt;br /&gt;Independente do que se pode pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-9072676006166391177?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/9072676006166391177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/identidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/9072676006166391177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/9072676006166391177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/identidade.html' title='Identidade'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-5350899777696032396</id><published>2009-01-01T21:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:16:25.207-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A vida é um longo passo curto, um caminho cheio de pedras sinuosas, tortas e belas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-5350899777696032396?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5350899777696032396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/vida-um-longo-passo-curto-um-caminho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/5350899777696032396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/5350899777696032396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/vida-um-longo-passo-curto-um-caminho.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-8565903216463234604</id><published>2009-01-01T21:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:13:16.050-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sozinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SV1NVUo7P5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/rR0wORapK9I/s1600-h/P7210128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286466566315786130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SV1NVUo7P5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/rR0wORapK9I/s320/P7210128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sozinho, nascemos no mundo em que vivemos,&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho, é o coração batendo e lutando pela vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É o ser humano que nada faz pra conquistar seus o&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bjetivos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho, é o momento, mesmo sendo bom ou ruim,&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho, você dá cada passo, sobe e chega ao topo se quiser,&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho, você cai e levanta,&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho , somos porque queremos,&lt;br /&gt;Porque sozinho nunca estamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-8565903216463234604?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8565903216463234604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/sozinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8565903216463234604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/8565903216463234604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/sozinho.html' title='Sozinho'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SV1NVUo7P5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/rR0wORapK9I/s72-c/P7210128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-1460921074852878144</id><published>2009-01-01T20:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:58:01.620-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão do Passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Caminho sob a luz das estrelas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elas brilham e me fazem lembrar você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sigo a estrada, caio e levanto com a força de que poderei te encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;Quase sempre, tento voltar, mas algo me faz prosseguir com o objetivo de buscar você,&lt;br /&gt;Buscar seu rosto, sua voz mesmo eu sabendo que não dirá nada que quero ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;Faço das horas apenas passado, das lembranças flores que desabrocham, mas que dão novas a cada amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Sigo meus pequenos passos, vejo as lágrimas correrem e caírem no chão sem ter pra onde ir, mas continuo não sei porque.&lt;br /&gt;Tento sorrir pra continuar meu destino, tento enxergar o que Deus quer me dizer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489832354148689296-1460921074852878144?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1460921074852878144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/solido-do-passado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1460921074852878144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489832354148689296/posts/default/1460921074852878144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/solido-do-passado.html' title='Solidão do Passado'/><author><name>Patricia Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SmtTxXjcJRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/U_0Fb6gr2jE/S220/2008-11-08+17-19-25+-+0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489832354148689296.post-8698827621541377545</id><published>2009-01-01T20:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:52:47.326-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SV1I9DWKtcI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/TgdJG5zHcEg/s1600-h/P7210091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286461751310333378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGNTnOes_E4/SV1I9DWKtcI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/TgdJG5zHcEg/s320/P7210091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amar é dedicar momentos felizes e tristes,&lt;br /&gt;É entender o outro com o olhar,&lt;br /&gt;É fazer qualquer coisa pra demonstrar um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;É dar sem querer receber em troca,&lt;br /&gt;É pensar e logo receber um telefonema,&lt;br /&gt;É estar perto nos momentos importantes da vida,&lt;br /&gt;É saber o que o outro está pensando, mesmo sem dizer nada,&lt;br /&gt;É fazer valer a pena cada momento da vida, mesmo que isso um dia acabe,&lt;br /&gt;É ter a certeza de que estar ao seu lado é pra sempre,&lt;br /&gt;É cuidar, dar carinho, sentir um toque com um arrepio,&lt;br /&gt;É beijar sem pensar no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;É olhar e sentir o coração bater apressado sem saber o porque!&lt;br /&gt;É entender com um gesto,&lt;br /&gt;É ser amigo, amante, namorado, marido ao mesmo tempo,&lt;br /&gt;É dar força, rir com uma besteira num assunto sério, é entender através de linhas como essas que a vida é curta, mas o amor permanece sempre, não importa em qual vida estejamos&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/4489832354148689296-8698827621541377545?l=atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8698827621541377545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atravesdosolhos.blogspot.com/2009/01/amar.html#comment-form' title='0 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