<?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-2294133671499509444</id><updated>2012-05-24T21:12:12.149-07:00</updated><category term='Doce Milagre'/><category term='Alma Nova'/><category term='Robson Ribeiro'/><category term='Pra Você Guardei o Amor'/><category term='Florbela Espanca'/><category term='Diário de uma paixão'/><category term='Jacson Faller'/><category term='Franck Santos'/><category term='Poetas'/><category term='Os versos que te fiz'/><category term='sorteio do livro Rosamunde'/><category term='Fresta'/><category term='Ausência'/><category term='Amar'/><category term='Eu te amo'/><category term='Inconstância'/><category term='O Profeta'/><category term='A minha loucura'/><category term='Recordei-me'/><category term='Conto de Fadas'/><category term='Quando me amei de verdade'/><category term='Antoine de Saint- Exupéry'/><category term='Charles Chaplin'/><category term='Fernando Pessoa'/><category term='José Saramago'/><category term='Liza Leal'/><category term='Nunca mais'/><category term='De joelhos'/><category term='João Francisco Gonzales'/><category term='Há momentos'/><category term='Martha Medeiros'/><category term='O tempo passa? 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E nunca te beijei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E nesse beijo, Amor, que não te dei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guardo os versos mais lindos que te fiz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Florbela Espanca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-1531588418107513121?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1531588418107513121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=1531588418107513121&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-5308120890377019623</id><published>2011-07-30T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T15:59:03.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Há momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'>Há momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7JDyJGGRG4/TjSL9_n7LZI/AAAAAAAACN4/JktUJ7X3unQ/s1600/felicidade2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7JDyJGGRG4/TjSL9_n7LZI/AAAAAAAACN4/JktUJ7X3unQ/s320/felicidade2.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há momentos na vida em que sentimos tanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a falta de alguém que o que mais queremos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é tirar esta pessoa de nossos sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e abraçá-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sonhe com aquilo que você quiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seja o que você quer ser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque você possui apenas uma vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e nela só se tem uma chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de fazer aquilo que se quer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenha felicidade bastante para fazê-la doce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dificuldades para fazê-la forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tristeza para fazê-la humana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As pessoas mais felizes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não têm as melhores coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elas sabem fazer o melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;das oportunidades que aparecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em seus caminhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para aqueles que se machucam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E para aqueles que reconhecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O futuro mais brilhante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é baseado num passado intensamente vivido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você só terá sucesso na vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando perdoar os erros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e as decepções do passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida é curta, mas as emoções que podemos deixar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;duram uma eternidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida não é de se brincar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque um belo dia se morre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-5308120890377019623?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7JDyJGGRG4/TjSL9_n7LZI/AAAAAAAACN4/JktUJ7X3unQ/s72-c/felicidade2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-7403236841371447310</id><published>2011-07-21T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T08:13:33.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorteio do livro Rosamunde'/><title type='text'>Resultado do sorteio: O ganhador é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wowgvy6MV30/Tidm6sMNyTI/AAAAAAAACNs/iA7KsogwQ1I/s1600/ganhador.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wowgvy6MV30/Tidm6sMNyTI/AAAAAAAACNs/iA7KsogwQ1I/s1600/ganhador.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melissa Meneses da cidade de Canoas/RS!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Parabéns!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No concurso 1.302 da Mega-Sena, realizado nesta quarta-feira (20/07/2011), as seis dezenas foram sorteadas na seguinte ordem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;44&amp;nbsp;- 15 -&amp;nbsp;56 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- 10- 57&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Portanto, o concorrente de n° 02&amp;nbsp;foi o vencedor do sorteio do livro&amp;nbsp;, pois seu número foi o primeiro a ser sorteado entre os que correspondiam aos participantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Parabéns Melissa!! Em breve entraremos em contato para a remessa do livro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-7403236841371447310?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7403236841371447310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=7403236841371447310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/7403236841371447310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/7403236841371447310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2011/07/resultado-do-sorteio-o-ganhador-e.html' title='Resultado do sorteio: O ganhador é...'/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wowgvy6MV30/Tidm6sMNyTI/AAAAAAAACNs/iA7KsogwQ1I/s72-c/ganhador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-3184484097070157270</id><published>2011-07-16T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T16:48:34.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorteio do livro Rosamunde'/><title type='text'>Dia e forma do sorteio do livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UaO4_73YbRY/TiIFC5k24eI/AAAAAAAACNo/DpUfdNdWSWE/s1600/um+econtro+inesperado+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UaO4_73YbRY/TiIFC5k24eI/AAAAAAAACNo/DpUfdNdWSWE/s320/um+econtro+inesperado+01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;O sorteio do livro "Um encontro inesperado/O fim do verão" será nesta próxima quarta-feira, dia 20/07/2011, pela Mega-Sena da Caixa Econômica Federal, concurso 1.302.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você pode acompanhar os números sorteados através do site da Caixa: www.caixa.gov.br/. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O ganhador do livro será aquele cujo número de participação for sorteado primeiro na Mega-Sena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1aTyZUBY7aM/TiH3l_ph5ZI/AAAAAAAACNg/gLJ70hT_M0A/s1600/sorteio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1aTyZUBY7aM/TiH3l_ph5ZI/AAAAAAAACNg/gLJ70hT_M0A/s320/sorteio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Portanto, atenção: o ganhador será o concorrente que tiver o número sorteado primeiro na ordem de sorteio das seis dezenas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Caso nenhum dos números concorrentes na promoção do livro apareça entre os sorteados na Mega-Sena, o sorteio do livro fica postergado para a Mega-Sena seguinte (concurso 1.303 de 23/07/2011) com os mesmos participantes (sem inclusão de mais ninguém) e com os mesmos critérios, até que saia o vencedor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTICIPANTES DA PROMOÇÃO E SEUS RESPECTIVOS NÚMEROS PARA O SORTEIO (A NUMERAÇÃO OBEDECEU À ORDEM DE RECEBIMENTO DOS E-MAILS):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 01 - Kátia Oliveira - Belém/PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 02 - Melissa Meneses de Morais - Canoas/RS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 03 - Jesus de Los Santos - Pelotas/RS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 04 - Benedito Antônio C. Lima - Caucaia/CE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 05 - Teresa Cristina Soares Oliveira - Paulista/PE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 06 - Fernanda Henriques - Rio de Janeiro/RJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 07 - Karina Rêgo - Limoeiro/PE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;n° 08 - Sônia Bione - Limoeiro/PE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;n° 09 - Luís Gustavo Moura - Limoeiro/PE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;n° 10 - Mara Baldassari - Pelotas/RS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Boa sorte a todos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-3184484097070157270?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3184484097070157270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=3184484097070157270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/3184484097070157270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/3184484097070157270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2011/07/dia-e-forma-do-sorteio-do-livro.html' title='Dia e forma do sorteio do livro'/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UaO4_73YbRY/TiIFC5k24eI/AAAAAAAACNo/DpUfdNdWSWE/s72-c/um+econtro+inesperado+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-1157734166246953873</id><published>2011-07-16T13:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T13:40:10.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROMOÇÃO ENCERRADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-1157734166246953873?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1157734166246953873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=1157734166246953873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/1157734166246953873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/1157734166246953873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2011/07/promocao-encerrada.html' title='PROMOÇÃO ENCERRADA'/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-2077399852863138055</id><published>2011-06-15T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T08:16:02.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Pequeno Príncipe'/><title type='text'>Retornando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOTGDhyS5qM/TfjMLNJkr8I/AAAAAAAACMA/TQu_eBsb5bc/s1600/pequeno+principe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOTGDhyS5qM/TfjMLNJkr8I/AAAAAAAACMA/TQu_eBsb5bc/s320/pequeno+principe.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E foi então que apareceu a raposa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Bom dia, disse a raposa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Bom dia, respondeu polidamente o principezinho que se voltou mas não viu nada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Eu estou aqui, disse a voz, debaixo da macieira... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Quem és tu? perguntou o principezinho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tu és bem bonita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Sou uma raposa, disse a raposa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Vem brincar comigo, propôs o princípe, estou tão triste... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Eu não posso brincar contigo, disse a raposa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não me cativaram ainda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Ah! Desculpa, disse o principezinho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após uma reflexão, acrescentou: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- O que quer dizer cativar ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Tu não és daqui, disse a raposa. Que procuras? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Procuro amigos, disse. Que quer dizer cativar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- É uma coisa muito esquecida, disse a raposa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Significa criar laços... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Criar laços? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Exatamente, disse a raposa. Tu não és para mim senão um garoto inteiramente igual a cem mil outros garotos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E eu não tenho necessidade de ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E tu não tens necessidade de mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, se tu me cativas, nós teremos necessidade um do outro. Serás pra mim o único no mundo. E eu serei para ti a única no mundo... Mas a raposa voltou a sua idéia: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Minha vida é monótona. E por isso eu me aborreço um pouco. Mas se tu me cativas, minha vida será como que cheia de sol. Conhecerei o barulho de passos que será diferente dos outros. Os outros me fazem entrar debaixo da terra. O teu me chamará para fora como música. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E depois, olha! Vês, lá longe, o campo de trigo? Eu não como pão. O trigo para mim é inútil. Os campos de trigo não me lembram coisa alguma. E isso é triste! Mas tu tens cabelo cor de ouro. E então serás maravilhoso quando me tiverdes cativado. O trigo que é dourado fará lembrar-me de ti. E eu amarei o barulho do vento do trigo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A raposa então calou-se e considerou muito tempo o príncipe: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Por favor, cativa-me! disse ela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Bem quisera, disse o principe, mas eu não tenho tempo. Tenho amigos a descobrir e mundos a conhecer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- A gente só conhece bem as coisas que cativou, disse a raposa. Os homens não tem tempo de conhecer coisa alguma. Compram tudo prontinho nas lojas. Mas como não existem lojas de amigos, os homens não têm mais amigos. Se tu queres uma amiga, cativa-me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os homens esqueceram a verdade, disse a raposa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas tu não a deves esquecer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parte do texto&amp;nbsp;de um dos livros mais bonitos que existem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;"O Pequeno Príncipe" de Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOTGDhyS5qM/TfjMLNJkr8I/AAAAAAAACMA/TQu_eBsb5bc/s72-c/pequeno+principe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-6083893927256019708</id><published>2011-05-18T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T08:03:50.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorteio do livro Rosamunde'/><title type='text'>Sorteio!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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velou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As máscaras do cotidiano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ficam em segundo plano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;São sombras produzidas por tua luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando atravessas minha rua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tua vida toda nua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No livro que tua mão revelou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nosso amor é universal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Transcende o bem e o mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Qualquer ilusão terrena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O coração fica na terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O corpo é uma passagem que encerra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D4k9b8159vA/Tcc7Dl9MFMI/AAAAAAAACJo/SWYHwTOWmV8/s72-c/imagesCAQ7RW7G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-5286956530192536269</id><published>2011-04-16T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T19:17:11.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorteio do livro ruas vazias de gente'/><title type='text'>Resultado do sorteio: O ganhador é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Parabéns!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;No concurso 1.275&amp;nbsp;da Mega-Sena, realizado neste sábado (16/04/2011), as seis dezenas foram sorteadas na seguinte ordem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;58 - 55 -&lt;span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"&gt; 14&lt;/span&gt; - 02- 60- 48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Portanto, o concorrente de n° 14 (DJ Carlos Becker)&amp;nbsp;foi&amp;nbsp;o vencedor do sorteio do livro "ruas vazias de gente", pois&amp;nbsp;seu&amp;nbsp;número (14) foi o primeiro a ser sorteado entre os que correspondiam aos&amp;nbsp;participantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Parabéns ao Carlos!!&amp;nbsp;Em breve entraremos em contato para a remessa do livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-5286956530192536269?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5286956530192536269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=5286956530192536269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/5286956530192536269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/5286956530192536269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2011/04/resultado-do-sorteio-o-ganhador-e.html' title='Resultado do sorteio: O ganhador é...'/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7k7OqyDJSo/TapJGH7C1DI/AAAAAAAACH0/HW7BKw0bJ1A/s72-c/ganhador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-1033526466928359034</id><published>2011-04-15T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T19:15:03.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorteio do livro ruas vazias de gente'/><title type='text'>Dia e forma do sorteio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiPu6bweHns/Tajh7Km4LdI/AAAAAAAACHw/dCKOmOoWPEU/s1600/sorteio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiPu6bweHns/Tajh7Km4LdI/AAAAAAAACHw/dCKOmOoWPEU/s320/sorteio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagem: internet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O sorteio do livro "ruas vazias de gente" será neste sábado, dia 16/04/2011, pela Mega-Sena da Caixa Econômica Federal, concurso 1.275.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você pode acompanhar os números sorteados através do site da Caixa: &lt;a href="http://www.caixa.gov.br/"&gt;www.caixa.gov.br/&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O ganhador do livro será aquele cujo número de participação for sorteado primeiro na Mega-Sena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Portanto, atenção: o ganhador será o concorrente que tiver o número sorteado primeiro na ordem de sorteio das seis dezenas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caso nenhum dos números concorrentes na promoção do livro apareça entre os sorteados na Mega-Sena, o sorteio do livro fica postergado para a Mega-Sena seguinte (concurso 1.276 de 20/04/2011) com os mesmos participantes (sem inclusão de mais ninguém) e com os mesmos critérios, até que saia o vencedor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTICIPANTES DA PROMOÇÃO E SEUS RESPECTIVOS NÚMEROS PARA O SORTEIO (A NUMERAÇÃO OBEDECEU À ORDEM DE RECEBIMENTO DOS E-MAILS):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 01 - Francisco Pereira dos Santos - São Luiz/MA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 02 - Melissa Meneses de Morais - Canoas/RS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 03 - Graça Fernandes - Pelotas/RS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 04 - Fábio Zundler - Pelotas/RS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 05 - Fernando Pliscker Moreira - São Paulo/SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 06 - Benedito Antônio C. Lima - Caucaia/CE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 07 - Ana Cristina Marques Silveira - Bagé/RS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 08 - Mara Baldassari - Pelotas/RS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 09 - Karina Rêgo - Limoeiro/PE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 10 - Avelino Luz Gomes Oliveira - Guarulhos/SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 11 - Silvia Figueiredo - Gramado/RS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 12 - Nadir Becker - Araranguá/SC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 13 - Cristine Becker - Araranguá/SC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 14 - DJ Carlos Becker - Araranguá/SC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 15 - Carlos Humberto K. Becker - Araranguá/SC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 16 - Angela Skura - Cafelândia/PR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 17 - Patrícia Bernardinelli Tavares - São Paulo/SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 18 - Verônica da Silveira Ferreira - Pelotas/RS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 19 - Alessandra Barros - João Pessoa/PB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 20 - Célia Oliveira - Belém/PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 21 - Graça Vilela - Braga/Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 22 - Kátia Oliveira - Belém/PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n° 23 - Maria Luiza Silveira Teles - Montes Claros/MG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boa sorte a todos!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-1033526466928359034?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1033526466928359034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=1033526466928359034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/1033526466928359034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/1033526466928359034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2011/04/dia-e-forma-do-sorteio.html' title='Dia e forma do sorteio'/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiPu6bweHns/Tajh7Km4LdI/AAAAAAAACHw/dCKOmOoWPEU/s72-c/sorteio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-4432668571675988679</id><published>2011-04-15T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T16:12:10.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Promoção Encerrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-4432668571675988679?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4432668571675988679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=4432668571675988679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/4432668571675988679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/4432668571675988679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2011/04/promocao-encerrada.html' title=''/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-9059024077440439964</id><published>2011-04-11T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:48:58.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorteio do livro ruas vazias de gente'/><title type='text'>Até o dia 14/04/2011 para concorrer ao livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Prm3psk5ofU/TaODf18avOI/AAAAAAAACHk/v33-EAOJOdc/s1600/Ruas_vazias_de_gente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Prm3psk5ofU/TaODf18avOI/AAAAAAAACHk/v33-EAOJOdc/s1600/Ruas_vazias_de_gente.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Imagem: internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;O blog&amp;nbsp;Dom das Palavras está realizando seu primeiro sorteio!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Se você gosta de poesia, tem a oportunidade de concorrer ao livro "ruas vazias de gente" doado pelo&amp;nbsp;escritor Moisés Augusto Gonçalves, também conhecido como professor Catatau&amp;nbsp;(para conhecer o autor acesse: &lt;a href="http://moisesaugusto.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://moisesaugusto.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Para participar é muito fácil, &amp;nbsp;envie até 14/04 e-mail para dom_das_palavras@hotmail.com com seu nome, cidade, Estado e a frase: &lt;strong&gt;Quero concorrer ao livro "ruas vazias de gente"&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Você receberá um e-mail de confirmação junto a um número de participação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Portanto, o que está esperando??? Você tem apenas 3 dias... corra e participe!!!&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/2294133671499509444-9059024077440439964?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/9059024077440439964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=9059024077440439964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/9059024077440439964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/9059024077440439964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2011/04/ate-o-dia-14042011-para-concorrer-ao.html' title='Até o dia 14/04/2011 para concorrer ao livro'/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Prm3psk5ofU/TaODf18avOI/AAAAAAAACHk/v33-EAOJOdc/s72-c/Ruas_vazias_de_gente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-5632922852694829461</id><published>2011-04-03T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T15:10:05.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senhor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Delossantos'/><title type='text'>Senhor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-baH-s5x4dg4/TZjs9mhqn7I/AAAAAAAACFg/y2QV2zts-Uc/s1600/rezando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-baH-s5x4dg4/TZjs9mhqn7I/AAAAAAAACFg/y2QV2zts-Uc/s1600/rezando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagem: internet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em teu nome removo montanhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arranco das minhas entranhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou cabeça do teu rebanho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um grão de areia da terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou pó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O fruto amadurecido no pé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuas águas claras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Banham minha alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É o bálsamo que acalma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha angústia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preenche a solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como as cheias da maré&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;És os grandes mares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As falésias são os altares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minhas manhãs de oração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No nicho do meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teus rios nas minhas veias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um deserto sem tempestades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O ouro das finas areias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um oásis de vinho e pão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha arca de Noé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...me concede Teu perdão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus Delossantos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-5632922852694829461?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-baH-s5x4dg4/TZjs9mhqn7I/AAAAAAAACFg/y2QV2zts-Uc/s72-c/rezando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-437513185218185974</id><published>2011-03-22T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T15:54:28.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ausência'/><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lQ_bw7f3Rd0/TYknEPieu2I/AAAAAAAACEQ/brvb-NMEhb8/s1600/s%25C3%25B3.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lQ_bw7f3Rd0/TYknEPieu2I/AAAAAAAACEQ/brvb-NMEhb8/s1600/s%25C3%25B3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagem: internet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto o sol insiste em não raiar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e a escuridão sombria me envolve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;os pensamentos sequestram a mente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a nostalgia aos poucos me absorve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda no ar, persiste o teu perfume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nos dedos ainda sinto a tua maciez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teu néctar, impregnou-se na minha boca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e a alcova vazia chora a tua escassez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Esquecida na mesa tua caneca favorita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;vazia como meu coração, jaz entristecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No peito sem razão reina firme um desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;matar essa saudade, vontade de teu beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espalhados por armários e nas gavetas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;te esperam esperançosos, teus pertences&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como se de repente, você pudesse voltar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e, com teu sorriso nossa casa iluminar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O relógio na parede é fria testemunha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;das horas tristes que meu dia se compõe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;minuto a minuto, escoando vai-se o tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enquanto em vão, busco por algum alento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes, minha mente trama loucuras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um modo de abreviar meu sofrimento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para então, ao teu lado caminhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas, fazendo isso jamais iria te encontrar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E assim, de mãos dadas com a amargura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;busco algo para preencher a sua lacuna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cumprindo a risca essa minha penitência&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vou sobrevivendo...com a tua ausência.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valter Montani &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do blog: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://valterpoeta.blogspot.com/2011/03/ausencia.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://valterpoeta.blogspot.com/2011&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/03/ausencia.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-437513185218185974?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/437513185218185974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=437513185218185974&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/437513185218185974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/437513185218185974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2011/03/ausencia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lQ_bw7f3Rd0/TYknEPieu2I/AAAAAAAACEQ/brvb-NMEhb8/s72-c/s%25C3%25B3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-7918984439882513112</id><published>2011-03-20T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:54:45.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moisés Augusto'/><title type='text'>Silêncios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-c3BxnEwlxVI/TYag3fct7jI/AAAAAAAACDU/pL02mQu2Enc/s1600/f_melissa1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-c3BxnEwlxVI/TYag3fct7jI/AAAAAAAACDU/pL02mQu2Enc/s320/f_melissa1.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Imagem: internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nesses silêncios em que me perco,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fantasmas de meus eus que a terra traga,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pedaços de meus eus que o medo em vão esmaga,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se juntam aos cacos de outros eus que - estranhos cantos -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;emergem múltiplos em novas plagas..."﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Moisés Augusto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do livro "ruas vazias de gente"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-7918984439882513112?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7918984439882513112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=7918984439882513112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/7918984439882513112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/7918984439882513112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2011/03/silencios.html' title='Silêncios'/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-c3BxnEwlxVI/TYag3fct7jI/AAAAAAAACDU/pL02mQu2Enc/s72-c/f_melissa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-4734759481163357776</id><published>2011-03-10T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:36:00.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A minha loucura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moisés Augusto'/><title type='text'>A minha loucura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L5aMXB7Ny9A/TXl7pBe8-dI/AAAAAAAACCI/ax0XnYVDcTY/s1600/sozinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L5aMXB7Ny9A/TXl7pBe8-dI/AAAAAAAACCI/ax0XnYVDcTY/s320/sozinha.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Imagem: internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A minha loucura não cabe nos livros,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zomba solteira dos ids e egos;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visita o Olimpo, transita o nirvana,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;celebra entre lágrimas, os naufrágios do amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A minha loucura é louca demais, é insana,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tem sabor de pão dormido,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é tanta...tanta...tanta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Moisés Augusto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;do livro: ruas vazias de gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-4734759481163357776?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4734759481163357776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=4734759481163357776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/4734759481163357776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/4734759481163357776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2011/03/minha-loucura.html' title='A minha loucura'/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L5aMXB7Ny9A/TXl7pBe8-dI/AAAAAAAACCI/ax0XnYVDcTY/s72-c/sozinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-1095990592682453003</id><published>2011-03-04T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:25:06.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorteio do livro ruas vazias de gente'/><title type='text'>1° sorteio no Dom das Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="400" id="Image41_img" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOlIxRYSr4o/TTjlfQoCjaI/AAAAAAAAFis/MIB3yFtZ9tc/s400/Ruas_vazias_de_gente.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagem: &lt;a href="http://moisesaugusto.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://moisesaugusto.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O blog Dom das Palavras tem o prazer de comunicar que sorteará o livro "ruas vazias de gente" do professor e escritor Moisés Augusto Gonçalves e Geraldo Magela de Fátima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para participar você deve enviar um e-mail para &lt;a href="mailto:dom_das_palavras@hotmail.com"&gt;dom_das_palavras@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;até 14/04/2011 informando a sua cidade e Estado e com a seguinte frase: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero concorrer ao livro&amp;nbsp;"ruas vazias de gente"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você receberá um e-mail de confirmação e um número de participação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simples, não é mesmo? Então, participe e boa sorte!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;obs: mais informações sobre o autor e sua excelente obra nas próximas postagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-1095990592682453003?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1095990592682453003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=1095990592682453003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/1095990592682453003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/1095990592682453003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2011/03/1-sorteio-no-dom-das-palavras.html' title='1° sorteio no Dom das Palavras'/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bOlIxRYSr4o/TTjlfQoCjaI/AAAAAAAAFis/MIB3yFtZ9tc/s72-c/Ruas_vazias_de_gente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-4023903957932687538</id><published>2011-02-28T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T16:13:21.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Franck Santos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-umd_XiWsapc/TWw5NUThjSI/AAAAAAAACBE/eb0FK-gOJgk/s1600/dia+cinza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-umd_XiWsapc/TWw5NUThjSI/AAAAAAAACBE/eb0FK-gOJgk/s320/dia+cinza.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagem: internet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto o cinza-chumbo dos dias e da alma não se esvaem, sonho na obscuridade azul do futuro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;by Franck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://francksantos.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://francksantos.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-4023903957932687538?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4023903957932687538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=4023903957932687538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/4023903957932687538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/4023903957932687538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2011/02/imagem-internet-enquanto-o-cinza-chumbo.html' title=''/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-umd_XiWsapc/TWw5NUThjSI/AAAAAAAACBE/eb0FK-gOJgk/s72-c/dia+cinza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-1754216838349874856</id><published>2011-02-24T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:21:26.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='João Francisco Gonzales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fascinação'/><title type='text'>Do fundo do baú</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMN4pX4kFII/TWbb7m5UDaI/AAAAAAAACAw/L--_lri7YmQ/s1600/olhar.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" l6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMN4pX4kFII/TWbb7m5UDaI/AAAAAAAACAw/L--_lri7YmQ/s320/olhar.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagem: internet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde muito cedo eu costumava copiar em um caderno (que hoje deve ter uns 25 anos)&amp;nbsp;todas as poesias e textos que me encantavam, principalmente poesias de escritores locais, publicadas no dia de domingo em um jornal da cidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje resolvi relembrar esses queridos autores que fizeram parte da minha adolescência e&amp;nbsp;publicar uma dessas poesias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Espero que apreciem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Fascinação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;escrita por João Francisco Gonzales&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há mais poesia em teu olhar sincero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do que nos versos que, pra ti, oferto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há muito mais amor, do que eu espero,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na graça pura do teu sorriso aberto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinceramente, amor, não exagero,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu és vida, és meu destino certo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Portanto, sinto que bem mais te quero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando teu peito no meu peito aperto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desisto, agora, de fazer meus versos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se um dia os fiz, já os soltei dispersos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu és o sonho que não foi sonhado!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazer versos pra ti já não adianta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;diante de ti&amp;nbsp;a musa&amp;nbsp;se levanta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;És o poema personificado!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-1754216838349874856?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1754216838349874856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=1754216838349874856&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/1754216838349874856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/1754216838349874856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-fundo-do-bau.html' title='Do fundo do baú'/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMN4pX4kFII/TWbb7m5UDaI/AAAAAAAACAw/L--_lri7YmQ/s72-c/olhar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-950314536681378039</id><published>2011-02-19T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T16:44:35.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha Medeiros'/><title type='text'>Bom final de semana!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uSlLJjOJ2M/TWBjt7IH9wI/AAAAAAAACAU/-HjNlFMQBLM/s1600/J__Borodina2-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uSlLJjOJ2M/TWBjt7IH9wI/AAAAAAAACAU/-HjNlFMQBLM/s320/J__Borodina2-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagem: internet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Tenho passe livre para o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e também para o inferno. Preciso me deixar em paz, me largar de mão, me alforriar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Martha Medeiros&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/2294133671499509444-950314536681378039?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/950314536681378039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=950314536681378039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/950314536681378039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/950314536681378039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2011/02/bom-final-de-semana.html' title='Bom final de semana!!'/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uSlLJjOJ2M/TWBjt7IH9wI/AAAAAAAACAU/-HjNlFMQBLM/s72-c/J__Borodina2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-1660058151350399310</id><published>2011-01-30T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T10:31:54.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florbela Espanca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desalento'/><title type='text'>Desalento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TUWtapa0TiI/AAAAAAAAB-U/tZF6lwzACg4/s1600/trem_triste.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TUWtapa0TiI/AAAAAAAAB-U/tZF6lwzACg4/s320/trem_triste.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Imagem: internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais Florbela...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Às vezes oiço rir, e 'ma agonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Queima-me a alma como estranha brasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho ódio à luz e tenho raiva ao dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que me põe n'alma o fogo que m'abrasa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho sede d'amar a humanidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu ando embriagada... entontecida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O roxo de meus lábios é saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duns beijos que me deram noutra vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu não gosto do sol, eu tenho medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que me vejam nos olhos o segredo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De só saber chorar, de ser assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosto da noite, negra, trsite, preta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como esta estranha e doida borboleta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que sinto sempre a voltejar em mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Florbela Espanca.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-1660058151350399310?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1660058151350399310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=1660058151350399310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/1660058151350399310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/1660058151350399310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2011/01/desalento.html' title='Desalento'/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TUWtapa0TiI/AAAAAAAAB-U/tZF6lwzACg4/s72-c/trem_triste.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-4989993908877986085</id><published>2011-01-28T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T07:54:06.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doce Milagre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florbela Espanca'/><title type='text'>Doce Milagre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TULiysXkakI/AAAAAAAAB-I/xF94YUALlik/s1600/o+morro+dos+ventos+uivantes+pic2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TULiysXkakI/AAAAAAAAB-I/xF94YUALlik/s1600/o+morro+dos+ventos+uivantes+pic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagem: internet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ok eu confesso... Florbela é minha poetisa preferida!&amp;nbsp; Não me canso de seus versos... Espero que gostem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O dia chora. Agonizo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com ele meu doce amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem a sombra dum sorriso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dar-lhe vida e frescor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A triste bruma, pesada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parece, detrás da serra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fina renda, esfarrapada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De Malines, desdobrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em mil voltas pela terra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As avezitas, coitadas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Squeceram hoje o cantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As flores pendem, fanadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nas finas hastes, cansadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De tanto e tanto chorar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O dia parece um réu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bate a chuva nas vidraças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É tudo um imenso véu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem a terra nem o céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se distingue. Mas tu passas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...E o sol doirado aparece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O dia é uma gargalhada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A natureza endoidece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cantar. tudo enternece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A minh'alma angustiada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rasgam-se todos os véus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As flores abrem, sorrindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pois se eu vejo os olhos teus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fitarem-se nos meus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não há tudo ser lindo?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se eles são prodigiosos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esses teus olhos suaves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basta fitá-los, mimosos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em dias assim chuvosos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para ouvir cantar as aves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Natureza, zangada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não quer os dias risonhos?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu passas... e uma alvorada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enche-me o peito de sonhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-4989993908877986085?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4989993908877986085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=4989993908877986085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/4989993908877986085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/4989993908877986085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2011/01/doce-milagre.html' title='Doce Milagre'/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TULiysXkakI/AAAAAAAAB-I/xF94YUALlik/s72-c/o+morro+dos+ventos+uivantes+pic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-1926468210169875495</id><published>2010-12-23T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T07:03:17.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O que se aprende com o tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fábio Zündler'/><title type='text'>O tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TRNj6SPvgoI/AAAAAAAAB9I/Nsqjt7EIzZo/s1600/get.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TRNj6SPvgoI/AAAAAAAAB9I/Nsqjt7EIzZo/s320/get.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto: internet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O tempo urge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e com isso surge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um novo caminho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nele nunca desista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;simplesmente persista,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mostre que é capaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e não olhe para trás,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somente sinta saudades,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sei que isso dói&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas não destrói.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dê tempo ao tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desde que não o perca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem sabe este é o tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de amar alguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como se não houvesse depois. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fábio Zündler &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conheça o blog do autor: &lt;a href="http://insanoscaminhos.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://insanoscaminhos.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-1926468210169875495?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1926468210169875495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=1926468210169875495&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/1926468210169875495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/1926468210169875495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-tempo.html' title='O tempo'/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TRNj6SPvgoI/AAAAAAAAB9I/Nsqjt7EIzZo/s72-c/get.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-4776434724639281601</id><published>2010-11-21T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:57:51.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Pequeno Príncipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antoine de Saint- Exupéry'/><title type='text'>Bom início de semana!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TOlqzCmXSHI/AAAAAAAAB8A/SnW72LgQ2R8/s1600/tagcrianac55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TOlqzCmXSHI/AAAAAAAAB8A/SnW72LgQ2R8/s320/tagcrianac55.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Imagem: internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tu te tornas eternamente responsável pelo que cativas...Cada um que passa em nossa vida passa sozinho, pois cada pessoa é única, e nenhuma substitui outra. Cada um que passa em nossa vida passa sozinho, mas não vai só, nem nos deixa sós. Leva um pouco de nós mesmos, deixa um pouco de si mesmo. Há os que levam muito; mas não há os que não levam nada. Há os que deixam muito; mas não há os que não deixam nada. Esta é a maior responsabilidade de nossa vida e a prova evidente que duas almas não se encontram ao acaso."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;O Pequeno Príncipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Antoine de Saint- Exupéry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294133671499509444-4776434724639281601?l=domdaspalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4776434724639281601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294133671499509444&amp;postID=4776434724639281601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/4776434724639281601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294133671499509444/posts/default/4776434724639281601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domdaspalavras.blogspot.com/2010/11/bom-inicio-de-semana.html' title='Bom início de semana!!!'/><author><name>Plenitude do Ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13153366779465926107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/St2_XXI4TDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kWG5pQoVcVU/S220/manu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TOlqzCmXSHI/AAAAAAAAB8A/SnW72LgQ2R8/s72-c/tagcrianac55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294133671499509444.post-4653439007485366094</id><published>2010-11-14T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:46:07.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Pequeno Príncipe'/><title type='text'>Pequeno Príncipe - Grandes Ensinamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TOBAc6Ax5YI/AAAAAAAAB7U/CHjNX88Gv70/s1600/Pequeno_Principe__e_Saint_Exupery_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TOBAc6Ax5YI/AAAAAAAAB7U/CHjNX88Gv70/s320/Pequeno_Principe__e_Saint_Exupery_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagem: internet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dizem que o livro "O Pequeno Príncipe" é uma leitura para crianças. Mas quem já o leu, sabe que é um livro para se ler desde criança, nas diversas etapas da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Escrito há várias décadas,&amp;nbsp;"O Pequeno Príncipe" nos conta uma história atualizada para qualquer época da vida&amp;nbsp;e nos faz ter alguma identificação a&amp;nbsp;cada vez que o relemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Certo dia um amigo me perguntou qual a parte do livro que eu mais havia gostado, e quando respondi que o momento em que ele desaparece é o que mais me emociona, então&amp;nbsp;ele me disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Talvez você sinta assim por medo de perder as pessoas que ama... eu já li algumas vezes e a cada leitura, me&amp;nbsp;vi em um personagem diferente: às vezes como a raposa que precisa ser cativada, outras vezes como o rei, importante, mas solitário, ainda outras como o empresário sem tempo pra nada e ninguém...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TOBHuXOrl6I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/Bc9m9MLUDic/s1600/pequeno_principe2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TOBHuXOrl6I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/Bc9m9MLUDic/s1600/pequeno_principe2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagem: internet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiquei pensando&amp;nbsp;nas palavras do meu amigo&amp;nbsp;e nos ensinamentos que este livro nos traz. "O Pequeno Príncipe" é uma leitura não só para crianças, mas também para a criança que mora dentro de cada adulto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Escolhi uma parte do livro para postar. O relato da chegada do Pequeno Príncipe ao quinto planeta, do seu passeio pelo universo.&amp;nbsp;Espero que gostem e que reflitam sobre a mensagem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capítulo XIV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TOBI_UUiCeI/AAAAAAAAB7c/cEjlFl7dB4k/s1600/quintoplaneta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLSqrG_fJE8/TOBI_UUiCeI/AAAAAAAAB7c/cEjlFl7dB4k/s1600/quintoplaneta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagem: internet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"O quinto planeta era muito curioso. Era o menor de todos. Tinha o espaço suficiente&amp;nbsp;para um lampião e para um acendedor de lampiões... O Pequeno Príncipe não conseguia entender para que serviriam, no céu, num planeta sem casa e sem gente, um lampião e o acendedor de lampiões. No entanto, disse consigo mesmo : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Talvez esse homem seja mesmo um tolo. No entanto, é menos&amp;nbsp;tolo que o rei, que o vaidoso, que o&amp;nbsp;empresário, que o beberrão. Seu trabalho ao menos tem um sentido. Quando acende o lampião, é como se fizesse nascer mais uma estrela, ou uma flor. Quando o apaga, porém, faz adormecer a&amp;nbsp;estrela ou a&amp;nbsp;flor. É um belo trabalho. E, sendo belo, tem sua utilidade.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando alcançou o planeta, saudou&amp;nbsp;educadamente o acendedor: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Bom dia. Por que acabas de apagar teu lampião ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- É o regulamento, respondeu o acendedor.&amp;nbsp;Bom dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Qual é o regulamento? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- É apagar meu lampião. Boa noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E tornou a acender.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Mas por que acabas de acendê-lo de novo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- É o regulamento, respondeu o acendedor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Eu não compreendo, disse o príncipe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Não é para compreender, disse o acendedor. Regulamento é regulamento. Bom dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E apagou o lampião. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em seguida enxugou a testa num lenço xadrez vermelho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Eu executo uma tarefa terrível. No ano passado, era mais sensato. Apagava de manhã e acendia à noite. Tinha o resto do dia para descansar e o resto da noite para dormir... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- E depois&amp;nbsp;mudou o regulamento? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- O regulamento não mudou, disse o acendedor. Aí é que está o problema! O planeta a cada ano gira mais depressa, e o regulamento não muda! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- E então? Perguntou o principezinho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Agora, que ele dá uma volta por minuto, não tenho mais um segundo de repouso. Acendo e apago uma vez por minuto! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Ah! Que engraçado! Os dias aqui duram um minuto! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Não é nada engraçado, disse o acendedor. Já faz um mês que estamos conversando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Um mês? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Sim. Trinta minutos. Trinta dias. Boa noite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E acendeu o lampião. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O pequeno príncipe respeitou-o, e gostou daquele acendedor tão fiel ao regulamento. Lembrou-se das vezes em que ele mesmo provocara o pôr do sol, apenas&amp;nbsp;recuando sua cadeira. Quis ajudar&amp;nbsp;seu amigo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Sabes? Conheço uma maneira de descansares quando quiseres... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Eu sempre quero descansar, disse o acendedor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois a gente pode ser, ao mesmo tempo, fiel e preguiçoso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E o principezinho prosseguiu: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Teu planeta é tão pequeno que podes, com três passos, contorná-lo. Basta andares lentamente, de modo a ficares sempre ao sol. Quando desejares descansar, tu&amp;nbsp;caminharás...&amp;nbsp;e o dia durará o&amp;nbsp;tempo que quiseres. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Isso não adianta muito, disse o acendedor. O que eu gosto mais na vida é de dormir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Então não há solução, disse o príncipe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Não há solução, disse o acendedor. Bom dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E apagou o lampião. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Esse aí', pensou o principezinho, ao prosseguir a viagem para mais longe, 'esse aí seria desprezado por todos os outros, o rei, o vaidoso, o beberrão, o&amp;nbsp;empresário. No entanto, é o único que não me parece ridículo. Talvez porque é o único que se ocupa de outra coisa que não seja ele próprio.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suspirou lamentando e completou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Era o único com&amp;nbsp;quem eu poderia ter feito amizade. Mas seu planeta é mesmo pequeno demais. 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