tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24925265893221900322024-03-05T23:30:21.611-08:00Belezas AçorianasUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-33456282323683002152012-11-28T08:33:00.002-08:002012-11-28T08:33:33.939-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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O mar, o amor e a eternidade...<br /> Compare o amor ao mar, que é grandioso em si mesmo, tem uma força ainda desconhecida, e é capaz de encantar e até matar, quem não tiver a devida atenção.<br /> O amor e o mar se igualam na beleza, onde gente grande vira criança, os olhos brilham, o coração acelera, a vida tem outro sentido diante do amor, a beleza tem outra visão diante do mar, a vida tem outros valores diante do amor.<br /> Assim como o mar, o amor se renova em ciclos, no mar são as marés, que elevam e abaixam as águas, no amor, são os pequenos gestos, as<br /> delicadezas.<br /> O respeito, a admiração pelo outro, as lembranças, que vão construindo um sentimento maior que o mar, maior que o próprio amor, avançando com a idade, sendo tão generoso que abre mão de si mesmo, quando deixa de ser uma paixão, para se tornar cumplicidade.<br /> Diante do mar, vejo as ondas no vai e vem sem fim, e posso ter esperanças, que assim como as ondas, o amor que se foi, pode voltar, ou se renovar, e assim como estou diante do mar, poderei estar diante de um novo amor, para um recomeçar, num indo e vindo infinito, como o próprio mar, como o próprio amor...</div>
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"Simplesmente viva a vida, sinta a <a href="http://viverfelicidade.blogspot.com.br/">felicidade</a>, perceba a luz e o amor que existem a nossa volta, o tempo todo. O resto, o que não é puro <a href="http://mil-frases.blogspot.com/search/label/Amor">amor</a>, é passageiro, não se fortalece se não dermos atenção. Então esqueça o resto e apenas sinta esse amor. Viva a vida. Sinta-se feliz por existir nesse mundo de tantas possibilidades. Aliás, já reparou como as coisas mudam rápido? Daqui a pouco serão outras situações, outros lugares, outras pessoas... Então aproveite o momento da vida, seja ele qual for. Ou simplesmente deixe se resolver." </div>
<em>Letícia V. Becker</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-68512451044074997942012-11-15T07:38:00.003-08:002012-11-15T07:38:36.016-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Nenhum homem é uma ilha, completo em si próprio; cada ser humano é uma parte do continente, uma parte de um todo".</div>
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<i class="aut"><a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/john_donne/">John Donne</a></i></div>
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"O tempo pode apagar lembranças de um rosto, um corpo, mas jamais apagará lembranças de Pessoas que souberam fazer de pequenos instantes, grandes momentos."<br />Quem conhece a felicidade não consegue mais aceitar humildemente a tristeza"</div>
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<i class="aut"><a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/paulo_coelho/">Paulo Coelho</a></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-10352464752060883872012-11-15T07:09:00.002-08:002012-11-15T07:09:54.593-08:00“Devo me deixar levar pelo vento do tempo, arrastado por sua brisa, que ergue nossa vela em um mar desconhecido por nossa racionalidade, ou simplesmente nossa realidade que tanto nos limita e nos diz até onde podemos ir...”.
Rodrigo Pinheiro de FariaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-75166552792835416532012-11-15T07:06:00.001-08:002012-11-15T07:06:28.939-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"A noite é como um mar negro que banha o céu, fazendo flosflorecer astros sem luz."
Allann XavierUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-45094568972568719342012-06-08T04:30:00.001-07:002012-06-08T04:30:23.401-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHYGbiNuNxaAEE6UZamcvAFRUPNpDSRoYDs9Dj2oaJoxnxgAOEDfSiTrcs7dTYRFcZqUYsj7ephz7VS4p4-WC3ss623lIlMSbxIa-Ekvuz_Ls5gutMpuYQBeuJ6gB-iOGa9isw7QKYjToc/s1600/556235_3572251023342_1185001126_32660910_1961450085_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="265" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHYGbiNuNxaAEE6UZamcvAFRUPNpDSRoYDs9Dj2oaJoxnxgAOEDfSiTrcs7dTYRFcZqUYsj7ephz7VS4p4-WC3ss623lIlMSbxIa-Ekvuz_Ls5gutMpuYQBeuJ6gB-iOGa9isw7QKYjToc/s400/556235_3572251023342_1185001126_32660910_1961450085_n.jpg" /></a>
A única forma de multiplicar a felicidade é partilhá-la.
(Paul Scherrer)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-86333012731433335212012-06-08T04:23:00.001-07:002012-06-08T04:23:38.315-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGScO3X-Zk3QnN1BlMa_epP-VWQKsEL_5Zm0XcSmXZos-CbQrrWc3rNq4zDdzfQWX-qaWC3RvcR7EtUFqVRI1lsdksb1QObGdWkaTId8KgCxUfnBcqAX0tjeh7N7XYN6lUO02wxCa-Woae/s1600/36600_3479941155653_1841307803_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="265" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGScO3X-Zk3QnN1BlMa_epP-VWQKsEL_5Zm0XcSmXZos-CbQrrWc3rNq4zDdzfQWX-qaWC3RvcR7EtUFqVRI1lsdksb1QObGdWkaTId8KgCxUfnBcqAX0tjeh7N7XYN6lUO02wxCa-Woae/s400/36600_3479941155653_1841307803_n.jpg" /></a>
A vida é uma tragédia quando vista de perto, mas uma comédia quando vista de longe.(Charlie Chaplin)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-24698409685997057382012-04-11T13:40:00.000-07:002012-04-11T13:42:50.073-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPIR3gIY_Eg1tDpjquwdU79_VDT2FUq6CjneDoW4vWCIw8LjH5J_G4GAPrNiULjrhOHTH0sJdWu7bEwVU4uii9WjxUlbrH1KiQtWJcUDcwyQGNZ2XooyxoEWFUQR1etZSYsNiYZAfaoTKN/s1600/DSC_0610.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPIR3gIY_Eg1tDpjquwdU79_VDT2FUq6CjneDoW4vWCIw8LjH5J_G4GAPrNiULjrhOHTH0sJdWu7bEwVU4uii9WjxUlbrH1KiQtWJcUDcwyQGNZ2XooyxoEWFUQR1etZSYsNiYZAfaoTKN/s400/DSC_0610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730246397193273458" /></a><br /><br /><br />Simplicidade é a sofisticação máxima. <br /><br />( Leonardo da Vinci )Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-89748545146609666312012-04-09T04:36:00.002-07:002012-04-09T04:39:06.292-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsZeL1s4G7NW91EoUqvfF1eb-z7MxmQCvk4Lbc5_CMhfLGPfaYo5pZlfemi2FjomZ2eoG6_WXq68g9DWg8bcVYgFji-lJUX7aAQMx-F4hMd5aQw1xD-aBXaWUO6bRbHkBWHxAgNCyZqRG/s1600/419822_3034872549216_1185001126_32445388_1420885896_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsZeL1s4G7NW91EoUqvfF1eb-z7MxmQCvk4Lbc5_CMhfLGPfaYo5pZlfemi2FjomZ2eoG6_WXq68g9DWg8bcVYgFji-lJUX7aAQMx-F4hMd5aQw1xD-aBXaWUO6bRbHkBWHxAgNCyZqRG/s400/419822_3034872549216_1185001126_32445388_1420885896_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729364134567176722" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Nossas dúvidas são traidoras e nos fazem perder o que, com freqüência, poderíamos ganhar, por simples medo de arriscar".<br /> <br />William ShakespeareUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-11900757918481615352012-04-04T04:20:00.001-07:002012-04-04T04:20:49.435-07:00Romeiros de São Miguel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJbCS3L1FRJojcAmthWru91DNV3JcHrTkF_5yjyzH8DkpUa572vL1MB6LZPWYHOqvYiSDxgQuwkU0SNuoDV-d3VytEWJ6UrGlzTHqV2BJniylojPPcWZq8pi3zKB7QV8jAWNIDIZH_au7/s1600/542791_3151086974504_1185001126_32495623_782783417_a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJbCS3L1FRJojcAmthWru91DNV3JcHrTkF_5yjyzH8DkpUa572vL1MB6LZPWYHOqvYiSDxgQuwkU0SNuoDV-d3VytEWJ6UrGlzTHqV2BJniylojPPcWZq8pi3zKB7QV8jAWNIDIZH_au7/s400/542791_3151086974504_1185001126_32495623_782783417_a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727503950446101970" /></a><br />“A sociedade moderna está orientada para a técnica, a racionalidade e a eficácia; haverá lugar para o ritualismo, na sua essência associado ao religioso através do sagrado, desde as suas primeiras conceptualizações?”<br /><br />Martin Segalen (1998)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-26189253354012588502012-04-04T04:15:00.001-07:002012-04-04T04:17:35.672-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6kqjKv0zbeowMDx3HZ9-MCXVcvdvCptCz6P6WFkP9a4kBoD4Xsx1lUCw5gMgPmcc-xtnWVQSIkqU1j2hBG4_eATZb-IA_LIFVqxf-Y9azEUHPuyME62mP2yHvPG42eMF7WyFUjMo5hVAv/s1600/430024_3024166961583_1185001126_32441704_1015234475_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6kqjKv0zbeowMDx3HZ9-MCXVcvdvCptCz6P6WFkP9a4kBoD4Xsx1lUCw5gMgPmcc-xtnWVQSIkqU1j2hBG4_eATZb-IA_LIFVqxf-Y9azEUHPuyME62mP2yHvPG42eMF7WyFUjMo5hVAv/s400/430024_3024166961583_1185001126_32441704_1015234475_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727503133618508930" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Se alguém ama a uma flor, daquela que existe apenas mais que um exemplar entre milhões e milhões de estrelas, é bastante para que seja feliz quando olhar para as estrelas." <br />(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-76192036305338985672012-04-04T04:04:00.003-07:002012-04-04T04:08:52.566-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGSXWDOon8Wtqh_kOG4pH7w-YZZcP45mAhyphenhyphen-vpaBkIvaPLJr9THbMrIgcmeFQieTkG90KqNTEQYYa9wnnIkCtkFhgv75qsDaA_YS5goNl6ySw6JrgMXSeZ0NFQAZsGB4nPyAe8mlvER9Qg/s1600/423663_3012417427852_1182288937_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGSXWDOon8Wtqh_kOG4pH7w-YZZcP45mAhyphenhyphen-vpaBkIvaPLJr9THbMrIgcmeFQieTkG90KqNTEQYYa9wnnIkCtkFhgv75qsDaA_YS5goNl6ySw6JrgMXSeZ0NFQAZsGB4nPyAe8mlvER9Qg/s400/423663_3012417427852_1182288937_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727500800942559346" /></a><br /><br />"Há uma primavera em cada vida: é preciso cantá-la assim florida, pois se Deus nos deu voz, foi para cantar! E se um dia hei-de ser pó, cinza e nada que seja a minha noite uma alvorada, que me saiba perder...para me encontrar...."<br /> Florbela EspancaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-80760382267506180602012-04-03T13:26:00.001-07:002012-04-03T13:29:34.789-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1H-pqyZhr0Mycz_kI_LIwT8pRw2ExN_SDlHSEtyE5fdR656vQMVvq0uFqxsSthwB1NdL0oC8U7-qyD8jILHK-kIombckQOO6VPMnc_50EF7xlrevNRigqK53ji42eaZoyU8lreMew1tQe/s1600/DSC_0873.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1H-pqyZhr0Mycz_kI_LIwT8pRw2ExN_SDlHSEtyE5fdR656vQMVvq0uFqxsSthwB1NdL0oC8U7-qyD8jILHK-kIombckQOO6VPMnc_50EF7xlrevNRigqK53ji42eaZoyU8lreMew1tQe/s400/DSC_0873.JPG" <br />border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727273953745230098" /></a><br />“A Natureza revela-se como força potentíssima, majestade inesgotável de energias que usa de grande variedade na sua ordem e na criação das coisas.”<br />Duarte PachecoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-16974207351873316972012-04-03T13:12:00.000-07:002012-04-03T13:22:10.158-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnXxE0_01vei08bKFa69yOMD2Lg3walDEheU0g4MYm-fYllm35QxJZ19BQ_OlqseO-n7EcqbJMXtAFj2_0pAgC17_qZzXvRLBF1DHb9XmK2S3_pwy-9Z72O8TpV_bINIoi4Wc836klF39/s1600/DSC_0628.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnXxE0_01vei08bKFa69yOMD2Lg3walDEheU0g4MYm-fYllm35QxJZ19BQ_OlqseO-n7EcqbJMXtAFj2_0pAgC17_qZzXvRLBF1DHb9XmK2S3_pwy-9Z72O8TpV_bINIoi4Wc836klF39/s400/DSC_0628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727272245861037218" /></a><br /><br />"A vida esconde nos lugares mais simples sua grande beleza que revela qual o significado de porque persistimos em continuar vivendo". <br /><br />(Pablo NerudaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-10300147457589240462012-04-03T13:07:00.001-07:002012-04-03T13:09:43.424-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiefWWU6En35wtEnw675vTklNkYmCH6CrqScO1R8GCyH7ri2FDdVt4FZE0E6REKTdFg5pZv_RPvO3ZUvSIN9VDIUH00MMFv828BZ2dKbNW06zmHEfcFEIuOCnWW7DbvtP9soYBugnpZ2BJ/s1600/DSC_1843.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiefWWU6En35wtEnw675vTklNkYmCH6CrqScO1R8GCyH7ri2FDdVt4FZE0E6REKTdFg5pZv_RPvO3ZUvSIN9VDIUH00MMFv828BZ2dKbNW06zmHEfcFEIuOCnWW7DbvtP9soYBugnpZ2BJ/s400/DSC_1843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727269090880342914" /></a><br /><br />"Não há solidão mais triste do que um homem sem amigos. Sem eles o mundo é um deserto". (Francis Bacon)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-70838435602566525612012-03-30T15:41:00.003-07:002012-03-30T15:54:19.163-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifYMRwrNR1jjD747CnaIq1gNVv-xuPItmOIV00BaDz7u7q_hBxEu6Ujv9HaGIxEzJMmFqcxRXYQppeKDkAGVcty1-LTxf4Vao0gzjYyOoGrKk-KuY9XAXgzfYqfzGAg8lEWNo_dMKEARpi/s1600/DSC_0984.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifYMRwrNR1jjD747CnaIq1gNVv-xuPItmOIV00BaDz7u7q_hBxEu6Ujv9HaGIxEzJMmFqcxRXYQppeKDkAGVcty1-LTxf4Vao0gzjYyOoGrKk-KuY9XAXgzfYqfzGAg8lEWNo_dMKEARpi/s400/DSC_0984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725826863688247890" /></a><br />"Um grande erro: crer-se mais importante do que se é e estimar-se menos do que se vale".<br /> Johann GoetheUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-91664212603957100952012-03-30T15:15:00.002-07:002012-03-30T15:30:03.523-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjang81bjTvU-aHsOheNywzrxRj7Oe6afJsdFzMXm1G3dyj2C47ojxEE0dioODk_Dx-nfDf3rL5aDQBTUMJERG4lf35Vw-Fg9rkYqT_KIfSCTWCQB6_47Owlu5BlGU-7J5RHshyphenhyphenUDSjILn6/s1600/DSCF7431qs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjang81bjTvU-aHsOheNywzrxRj7Oe6afJsdFzMXm1G3dyj2C47ojxEE0dioODk_Dx-nfDf3rL5aDQBTUMJERG4lf35Vw-Fg9rkYqT_KIfSCTWCQB6_47Owlu5BlGU-7J5RHshyphenhyphenUDSjILn6/s400/DSCF7431qs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725820478855345986" /></a><br /><br /> <br />"Se deixássemos as crianças crescerem como são, teríamos somente gênios"<br />Johann GoetheUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-27250884185383519102012-03-30T15:06:00.000-07:002012-03-30T15:15:21.812-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJhoq5vjN7WygMIczBhExyFxfMm2fkC_vJgLd8COjYWk_eJtwkmr-gm7a2wV1CPdz0KUPYR5-uwZRrBiZ9pU3mbCyTb0P5UDQDVLkGglRw_MI_BCrUxU3ztb7UK4A8lt4i2_iSFltuvxM/s1600/DSCF7044.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJhoq5vjN7WygMIczBhExyFxfMm2fkC_vJgLd8COjYWk_eJtwkmr-gm7a2wV1CPdz0KUPYR5-uwZRrBiZ9pU3mbCyTb0P5UDQDVLkGglRw_MI_BCrUxU3ztb7UK4A8lt4i2_iSFltuvxM/s400/DSCF7044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725817243736908306" /></a><br />Por vezes sentimos que aquilo que fazemos não é senão uma gota de água no mar. Mas o mar seria menor se lhe faltasse uma gota.<br /> Madre Teresa de CalcutaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-49466337895758389932012-03-30T14:55:00.001-07:002012-03-30T15:06:08.479-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbuSRO7GPTu8UHeb0Gs8cXWgScEfWNTvYhGNs9aq1fhbE_jI3TgEyTGwcPSOToeWEURQZldk2XVzQQbBBuidZryC6Dt3adT7Av1EaDLQTRWvdGmS5WLirofoCQqNSDadSYjnkPjwslKqGQ/s1600/DSCF6851.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbuSRO7GPTu8UHeb0Gs8cXWgScEfWNTvYhGNs9aq1fhbE_jI3TgEyTGwcPSOToeWEURQZldk2XVzQQbBBuidZryC6Dt3adT7Av1EaDLQTRWvdGmS5WLirofoCQqNSDadSYjnkPjwslKqGQ/s400/DSCF6851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725813256009910386" /></a><br /><br />O que passou, passou, mas o que passou luzindo, resplandecera para sempre.<br /> GoetheUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-26271316775217833592012-03-30T14:43:00.003-07:002012-03-30T15:36:09.178-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtPA4cCtXww8FLbU5nDto3H6zknF_QMR3AOXsW4PpvxPc5XzVekc-hLTw8rx4vlR599IBfAR-6eogYiK3eLXq0_YzZNjZDtvjfy8NeyjOTOqx_KyTZ3o46Ind72ipYlJYM2EPBOdJxkc7/s1600/DSC_0756.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtPA4cCtXww8FLbU5nDto3H6zknF_QMR3AOXsW4PpvxPc5XzVekc-hLTw8rx4vlR599IBfAR-6eogYiK3eLXq0_YzZNjZDtvjfy8NeyjOTOqx_KyTZ3o46Ind72ipYlJYM2EPBOdJxkc7/s400/DSC_0756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725822583246240162" /></a><br /><br />"O Caminho da Vida<br /> <br />O caminho da vida pode ser o da liberdade e da beleza, porém nos extraviamos.<br /> <br />A cobiça envenou a alma dos homens... levantou no mundo as muralhas do ódios... e tem-nos feito marchar a passo de ganso para a miséria e morticínios.<br /> <br />Criamos a época da velocidade, mas nos sentimos enclausurados dentro dela. A máquina, que produz abundância, tem-nos deixado em penúria.<br /> <br />Nossos conhecimentos fizeram-nos céticos; nossa inteligência, empedernidos e cruéis. Pensamos em demasia e sentimos bem pouco.<br /> <br />Mais do que de máquinas, precisamos de humanidade. Mais do que de inteligência, precisamos de afeição e doçura. Sem essas virtudes, a vida será de violência e tudo será perdido."<br /> <br />(O Último discurso, do filme O Grande Ditador)<br /> Charles ChaplinUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-76183478205720322932012-03-12T05:21:00.000-07:002012-03-12T05:26:10.559-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfLW4BbLCrWqBRd8aFaIyXe-X-cvc746tItfx0watLwzRsdB854ptHczoD6oTOgQ6f4vetGTaLuAxgPoSNdQ-W2DzvY7-CTT8BZLceLRTcdMMc4UdAkuhOKO6G8LqoHebiwaVurQ-fKHEp/s1600/428749_3040434848270_1185001126_32447089_908026316_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfLW4BbLCrWqBRd8aFaIyXe-X-cvc746tItfx0watLwzRsdB854ptHczoD6oTOgQ6f4vetGTaLuAxgPoSNdQ-W2DzvY7-CTT8BZLceLRTcdMMc4UdAkuhOKO6G8LqoHebiwaVurQ-fKHEp/s400/428749_3040434848270_1185001126_32447089_908026316_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718985843993847410" /></a><br /><br />Não ligo que me olhem da cabeça aos pés..porque nunca farão minha cabeça e nunca chegarão aos meus pés<br /> Bob MarleyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-39023016488390352772012-03-12T02:37:00.001-07:002012-03-12T02:40:51.069-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjXPbzydrOallq0QWKvIUP-MVA8_AMUBqmO5n825UOU54_8NCKGnK7msEIhkg8iIdBU0zeIEsMeN29on96rMWrEo7x68jX2N1qIiAVO-FkudvcAYBGwVV4UwCpLClpMMuHfxWrbYJxtsKg/s1600/428283_3035047553591_1185001126_32445478_1800073347_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjXPbzydrOallq0QWKvIUP-MVA8_AMUBqmO5n825UOU54_8NCKGnK7msEIhkg8iIdBU0zeIEsMeN29on96rMWrEo7x68jX2N1qIiAVO-FkudvcAYBGwVV4UwCpLClpMMuHfxWrbYJxtsKg/s400/428283_3035047553591_1185001126_32445478_1800073347_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718943264892269682" /></a><br />O medo aprisiona, a fé liberta; o medo paralisa, a fé dá poder; o medo desanima; a fé encoraja; o medo debilita, a fé cura; o medo torna inútil, a fé torna útil."<br /> <br />Harry Emerson FosdickUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-80076365817411360982012-02-11T12:58:00.000-08:002012-02-11T12:59:36.892-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0npTxv9mf0ysyoWTIlAcoYlcaaJzru_EnDPAVlWltFN7WH1yfvunwVBUg9y5OFkgnPNlAHrvxHw2MhO55eZJoZcH84Zy6WW09cXluP5ZzS4APJSyDN0cmENX8c36EmpHw5lyl6vHXnvJ/s1600/DSCF6752.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0npTxv9mf0ysyoWTIlAcoYlcaaJzru_EnDPAVlWltFN7WH1yfvunwVBUg9y5OFkgnPNlAHrvxHw2MhO55eZJoZcH84Zy6WW09cXluP5ZzS4APJSyDN0cmENX8c36EmpHw5lyl6vHXnvJ/s400/DSCF6752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707985634645394466" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2492526589322190032.post-3730197348336277052012-02-11T12:55:00.000-08:002012-02-11T12:58:36.419-08:00A vida é um caminho de sombras e luzes. O importante é que se saiba vitalizar as sombras e aproveitar a luz.<a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/henri_bergson/">Henri Bergson</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0