<?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-1178890098984718654</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:37:43.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MoMeNtOs...Porque a vida e feita de momentos...</title><subtitle type='html'>Sou muito mais do que essas letras, 
frases e fotos falam sobre mim.. 
Sou as minhas atitudes, os meus sentimentos, 
as minhas idéias!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-4308547631987465323</id><published>2010-02-17T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:35:55.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendi!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S3zfZnJhGRI/AAAAAAAABIc/5UfKXAB57bc/s1600-h/1zusuh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439468081055340818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S3zfZnJhGRI/AAAAAAAABIc/5UfKXAB57bc/s320/1zusuh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Aprendi a contornar a rocha&lt;br /&gt;Levo comigo a bússola no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Assim desvio meu caminho da fúria&lt;br /&gt;O vento é poderoso que torna as paisagens&lt;br /&gt;Diferentes a cada nova rajada&lt;br /&gt;A fúria passa o mar se acalma&lt;br /&gt;Mas a rocha esta lá.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a desviar dela&lt;br /&gt;A dor e os arranhões no casco do meu barco&lt;br /&gt;Concertei e sempre que for preciso darei vida a ele&lt;br /&gt;Tenho capacidade de criar minha rota&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que é preciso&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma duna!&lt;br /&gt;Mudo eu!!!&lt;br /&gt;Também não posso esquecer-me da manutenção da bússola&lt;br /&gt;Ela sempre vai estar preparada para grandes caminhos&lt;br /&gt;O vento é imprevisível&lt;br /&gt;Eu não!(DA)&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/1178890098984718654-4308547631987465323?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4308547631987465323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/aprendi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/4308547631987465323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/4308547631987465323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/aprendi.html' title='Aprendi!!'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S3zfZnJhGRI/AAAAAAAABIc/5UfKXAB57bc/s72-c/1zusuh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-2760375212860151513</id><published>2010-02-07T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T05:48:50.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"A liberdade é um fato de experiência que não pode ser negado. Não se trata contudo de uma liberdade absoluta. Como tudo o que diz respeito só homem, ela é limitada e parcial. "( Ralph Waldo Emerson )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S27ETI7lrlI/AAAAAAAABIM/Bqk6VICYaWE/s1600-h/liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435497633376742994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S27ETI7lrlI/AAAAAAAABIM/Bqk6VICYaWE/s320/liberdade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Cada um deve ter a liberdade de se realizar como indivíduo e ninguém, em sã consciência, deve pensar em fazer mal ou prejudicar alguém. Deve buscar suas necessidades com sabedoria e honestidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Não espere que "suas verdades" sejam aceitas pelos outros, pois estes têm a liberdade de lhe ver, observar e aproveitar o que de bom, à luz das suas verdades, você oferece. Sua influência deve ser transmitida e sentida, não por imposição ou expectativa declarada mas através do seu exemplo e das suas atitudes.Suas atitudes devem ser de humildade, flexibilidade e abertura, justiça bondade e atenção às necessidades do próximo, sempre procurando se colocar "na pele" do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Não julgue sem conhecer os motivos, as circunstâncias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(DA)&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/1178890098984718654-2760375212860151513?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2760375212860151513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/liberdade-e-um-fato-de-experiencia-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2760375212860151513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2760375212860151513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/liberdade-e-um-fato-de-experiencia-que.html' title=''/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S27ETI7lrlI/AAAAAAAABIM/Bqk6VICYaWE/s72-c/liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-8319720652422257180</id><published>2010-02-07T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T04:47:48.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendi a entender o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S261tAlUcpI/AAAAAAAABIE/I25cIBc5H5I/s1600-h/Casais_A_(81).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435481585138037394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S261tAlUcpI/AAAAAAAABIE/I25cIBc5H5I/s320/Casais_A_(81).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;" Num único dia eu aprendi a entender o amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Entendi q amores são amores e pronto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Que somos loucos qdo amamos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;E mais loucos qdo não amamos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Entendi q amor se lança ao vento feito perfume!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Que se transforma em penas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Que vira raiz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Que nem sempre cresce, todavia adormece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Entendi q o amor passa como vento ou nos ergue do chão levemente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Entendi q amamos qdo tocamos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Qdo abraçamos ou apenas só olhamos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Entendi q continuamos a amar qdo a saudade faz o coração galopar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Percebi a sutileza do amor qdo sinto q nada passa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tudo fica lá exatamente como um dia se deixou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Um dia aprendi q o amor viverá ensinando!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Que a palavra perder talvez traduzida no amor seja renunciar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;E q levamos dentro d nós tudo q amamos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;E dentro d mim o q existe é Tao Teu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Assim num único dia eu aprendi q amar não se aprende ou se ensina!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;O Amor é por si!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nasce e vive no segredo das almas! "... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(DA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-8319720652422257180?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8319720652422257180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/aprendi-entender-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/8319720652422257180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/8319720652422257180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/aprendi-entender-o-amor.html' title='Aprendi a entender o amor'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S261tAlUcpI/AAAAAAAABIE/I25cIBc5H5I/s72-c/Casais_A_(81).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-5671573022430563883</id><published>2010-02-07T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T04:37:46.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Há sonhos, amor e vôos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S26zuNRw98I/AAAAAAAABH0/Qkt7HNwHgkU/s1600-h/byklauxa0.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435479406702294978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S26zuNRw98I/AAAAAAAABH0/Qkt7HNwHgkU/s320/byklauxa0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ancorei os sentimentos ao fundo deste lago misterioso onde mergulhei.&lt;br /&gt; Misturo-me na envolvencia deste silêncio escolhido, entre vozes e beijos que &lt;a onclick="_linkInterstitial('http://recordo.as/'); return false;" href="javascript:void(0);" target="_blank"&gt;recordo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As brumas trazem-me cheiros, memórias enlaçadas em tempos que se misturam com a brisa da manhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consigo ver-te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Não consigo deixar de seguir a tua silhueta, caminhas ao longo da margem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Paras e olhas-me daí. Sei que me esperas, sabes que é o calor dos teus braços que mais anseio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pensamentos mil prendem-me o corpo, não me permitem navegar na tua direcção.&lt;br /&gt;Fico na névoa fria, quase confundindo-me com ela. Deixo-me ficar á deriva do espaço que já não reconheço. É de olhos postos em ti que permaneço imóvel, na quietude destas águas que nos separam. Na minha solidão que avistas ao longe, não te esqueço.&lt;br /&gt; É a sós comigo, que deixo flutuar o meu Amor por ti...sabendo que mesmo á deriva deste silêncio, cada vez te amo mais !(DA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-5671573022430563883?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5671573022430563883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/ha-sonhos-amor-e-voos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/5671573022430563883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/5671573022430563883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/ha-sonhos-amor-e-voos.html' title='Há sonhos, amor e vôos...'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S26zuNRw98I/AAAAAAAABH0/Qkt7HNwHgkU/s72-c/byklauxa0.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-2032510366963885083</id><published>2010-02-07T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T04:30:32.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia conheci alguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S26xyM4tFhI/AAAAAAAABHs/mpa47SvEk9Q/s1600-h/maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435477276293404178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S26xyM4tFhI/AAAAAAAABHs/mpa47SvEk9Q/s320/maos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Um dia eu conheci alguém... Um dia eu conheci alguém diferente,Alguém que me deixou um sorriso, Deixou-me ansiosa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Todos os dias pareciam ser eternosSimplesmente porque eu tinha encontrado alguém especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Que testemunhou minha solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;E me fez acreditar que estar sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;É mais difícil de ser feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Os dias foram passando.E aquele alguém especial e diferenteTornou-se muito mais que isso... Tornou-se uma parte de mim,.É como se na minha vida.Tivesse que ter duas pegadas, A minha e a desse alguém,.Porque se não tivesse o caminho jamais seria percorrido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Um dia eu conheci esse alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;E hoje se tornou tudo na minha vida,.Pois com esse alguém eu pude Sentir a felicidade pela primeira vez... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;O Amor... É o “alguém” que conheci.&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/1178890098984718654-2032510366963885083?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2032510366963885083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/um-dia-conheci-alguem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2032510366963885083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2032510366963885083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/um-dia-conheci-alguem.html' title='Um dia conheci alguém'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S26xyM4tFhI/AAAAAAAABHs/mpa47SvEk9Q/s72-c/maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-1974568796868001987</id><published>2010-02-06T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:45:51.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Folhas do entardecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S23Uex-0e6I/AAAAAAAABGc/vmx4Vga2jzg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435233950584044450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S23Uex-0e6I/AAAAAAAABGc/vmx4Vga2jzg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOLHAS DO ENTARDECER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Não viva marcando o tempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quebre o relógio e se for preciso o espelho.Não tenha pressa de envelhecer, siga devagar no seu dia-a-dia.Balançando bem levemente as folhas do entardecer!O tempo corre, mas o seu interior continua jovem e bonito.Desfilando na passarela com sua maravilhosa bagagem de vidaPara os mais experientes essa beleza natural não envelhece nunca!Sua juventude vem da maturidade que é a continuidade de sua lindíssima evolução.Seu corpo não precisa mais malhar, nem maquiar, nem de acessórios para te fazer linda(o)Amadurece por fora, mas a alma ta sempre jovem, mais experiente e mais bonita!Não importa os anos que tenha, a alegria e a felicidade não tem idade, nem vem do rosto ou do corpo.Vem do nosso interior, porque nossa alma acorda e fica mais bonita com o conhecimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando chega nesse estagio, balança fortemente as “folhas da felicidade”, da maturidade e da beleza da boa convivência!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-1974568796868001987?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1974568796868001987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/folhas-do-entardecer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/1974568796868001987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/1974568796868001987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/folhas-do-entardecer.html' title='Folhas do entardecer'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S23Uex-0e6I/AAAAAAAABGc/vmx4Vga2jzg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-77718966116882498</id><published>2010-02-06T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:38:38.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aprender e desaprender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S23S_v0cl5I/AAAAAAAABGU/6KKu2l6tG4w/s1600-h/37223_002k6x65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435232317916092306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S23S_v0cl5I/AAAAAAAABGU/6KKu2l6tG4w/s320/37223_002k6x65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na vida a gente aprende e desaprende.Um dia descobre o sentido, no outro se sente perdido.Percebe que tudo não passa de um sonhoMas quão real é este sonho!E a gente esquece. A gente cresce e amadurece.E por vezes a dor é bem vinda,Pois se há dor há vida. E é na dor que existimos, na felicidade que sentimos,no abraço de um amigo, num amor que foi perdido;Aquela foto que nos toca, aquele toque que nos falta;Aquele mundo em que não vivemos, aquele sonho que queremos.Lá nos encontraremos, lá nos perderemos,Lá existiremos, numa vida que perdemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-77718966116882498?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/77718966116882498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/aprender-e-desaprender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/77718966116882498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/77718966116882498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/aprender-e-desaprender.html' title='aprender e desaprender'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S23S_v0cl5I/AAAAAAAABGU/6KKu2l6tG4w/s72-c/37223_002k6x65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-65186591157957384</id><published>2010-02-06T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:30:46.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S23RQXpEcDI/AAAAAAAABGM/eajyKR1Kb2E/s1600-h/esperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435230404460441650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S23RQXpEcDI/AAAAAAAABGM/eajyKR1Kb2E/s320/esperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A esperança é um estado de espírito,é uma dimensão de nossa alma que não depende nem de observar o mundo,nem de avaliar situações.A esperança não é uma adivinhação do futuro,é uma orientação do coração que vai além do mundo vivido diretamentee está ancorada em um lugar longínquo, transcendendo a realidade.Esperança não é otimismo,nem tampouco a convicção de que algo terá um final feliz.É a certeza de que devemos fazer algo que tem sentido,sem considerarmos como terminará.Na escuridão, a esperança é um raio de luz.Onde houver esperança, haverá sempre vida&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(D.A)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-65186591157957384?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/65186591157957384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/esperanca-e-um-estado-de-espiritoe-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/65186591157957384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/65186591157957384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/esperanca-e-um-estado-de-espiritoe-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S23RQXpEcDI/AAAAAAAABGM/eajyKR1Kb2E/s72-c/esperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-2288633956200764752</id><published>2009-04-25T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:35:07.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crescer é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SfNlVgkcBKI/AAAAAAAAA-4/gxscrehQhc4/s1600-h/paisagem1pb3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328714204303852706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SfNlVgkcBKI/AAAAAAAAA-4/gxscrehQhc4/s320/paisagem1pb3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crescer é&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser cada dia um pouco mais nos mesmos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dar espontaneamente sem cobrar inconscientemente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprender a ser feliz de dentro para fora Buscar no proximo um meio de nos prolongarmos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentir a vida na natureza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conseguir a calma na hora do caos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saber a hora exata de parar e buscar um algo novo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não devanear sobre o passado, mas trabalhar em cima dele para o futuro &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reconhecer nossos erros e valorizar nossas virtudes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conseguir a liberdade com equilibrio para não sermos libertinos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exigir dos outros, apenas o que nos damos a eles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realizar sempre algo novo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser responsavel por nossos atos e por suas consequencias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Entender que temos uma vida inteira para crescer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas que o importante é estar sempre em crescimento.(DA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1178890098984718654-2288633956200764752?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2288633956200764752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/crescer-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2288633956200764752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2288633956200764752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/crescer-e.html' title='Crescer é...'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SfNlVgkcBKI/AAAAAAAAA-4/gxscrehQhc4/s72-c/paisagem1pb3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-7658377841815734473</id><published>2009-04-25T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:58:09.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SfNO0qBkUAI/AAAAAAAAA9w/LIDogOeF6f4/s1600-h/goldsky2jx3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328689450650456066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SfNO0qBkUAI/AAAAAAAAA9w/LIDogOeF6f4/s320/goldsky2jx3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei e por que as pessoas precisam saber para onde vão? Eu vou pra qualquer lugar vou por aí,onde quer que haja uma flor,uma estrela,um pedaço de nuvem.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde quer que haja alguém,que saiba ler dentro de mim,que não saiba de onde vim e nem me faça perguntas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para onde vou?Vou pra qualquer lugar onde haja sorrisos,lagos serenos,campos de alfazema,beiras de narcisos...Se queres vir comigo,só te peço silêncio,não espante as borboletas do caminho e não perguntes nunca,para onde estou indo(DA)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-7658377841815734473?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7658377841815734473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-sei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/7658377841815734473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/7658377841815734473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-sei.html' title='Não sei....'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SfNO0qBkUAI/AAAAAAAAA9w/LIDogOeF6f4/s72-c/goldsky2jx3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-903206442260365280</id><published>2009-04-25T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:54:21.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SfNN3VTpgZI/AAAAAAAAA9o/wjf12JmIa0k/s1600-h/10592flores1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328688397117129106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SfNN3VTpgZI/AAAAAAAAA9o/wjf12JmIa0k/s320/10592flores1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;O tempo é a exata medida das nossas atitudes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;reflexo direto do que desejamos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;consequência do que fazemos e deixamos de fazer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cronometricamente justo, certo e exato."(DA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1178890098984718654-903206442260365280?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/903206442260365280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-tempo-e-exata-medida-das-nossas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/903206442260365280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/903206442260365280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-tempo-e-exata-medida-das-nossas.html' title=''/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SfNN3VTpgZI/AAAAAAAAA9o/wjf12JmIa0k/s72-c/10592flores1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-2793246188868551507</id><published>2009-04-25T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:43:15.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SfNLHJwvD4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/6UGXmx1cNZg/s1600-h/164414-1222918-large%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328685370360926082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SfNLHJwvD4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/6UGXmx1cNZg/s320/164414-1222918-large%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BUSCA.&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="color:#009900;"&gt;Tenho tentado não duvidar daquilo que sinto&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="color:#009900;"&gt;Seja impreciso ou confuso&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="color:#009900;"&gt;Todo sentimento é uma criação&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="color:#009900;"&gt;É a minha reação à realidade que experimento&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="color:#009900;"&gt;Pelo simples fato de ser minha a sensaçãoDe uma realidade estrangeira&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="color:#009900;"&gt;Já basta que eu a tome como única&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="color:#009900;"&gt;Posto que da matéria me afasto(Ao menos de quando em quando)Não pelo conforto que me empresta&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="color:#009900;"&gt;Mas pela escravidão que me exige&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="color:#009900;"&gt;E posto que melhor me sinto junto à imaginação&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="color:#009900;"&gt;Busco num espírito que se esparrama pelos dias&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="color:#009900;"&gt;A paz e a serenidade que tanto me faltam(DA)&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/1178890098984718654-2793246188868551507?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2793246188868551507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/busca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2793246188868551507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2793246188868551507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/busca.html' title='Busca'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SfNLHJwvD4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/6UGXmx1cNZg/s72-c/164414-1222918-large%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-4395159093700235349</id><published>2009-04-23T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:53:50.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SfBkh5sh9ZI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/s0LwjDcO7Iw/s1600-h/AZMEK6ICABJFO12CA2K9N2HCA0YHI2SCAJ7MKLDCA2PFELDCAYILYS1CAZTKFSSCAENISL9CAVPZO9CCA0ZFXE7CAMI49O1CAI0TBPVCAOSS379CAWGKAUYCAT7IAEHCAPX060LCAMGO7DL.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327868892765353362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SfBkh5sh9ZI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/s0LwjDcO7Iw/s320/AZMEK6ICABJFO12CA2K9N2HCA0YHI2SCAJ7MKLDCA2PFELDCAYILYS1CAZTKFSSCAENISL9CAVPZO9CCA0ZFXE7CAMI49O1CAI0TBPVCAOSS379CAWGKAUYCAT7IAEHCAPX060LCAMGO7DL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nossas passadas se tornam rapidas com o tempo&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="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nossos bons momentos viram saudades...&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="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alguns erros cometidos,viram lições...&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="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As vezes penso.. &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="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;será que precisamos andar tão rápido?Por que o tempo tem tanta pressa de passar?As respostas...não sei!De uma coisa eu tenho certeza...Não precisamos passar por cima de ninguém,para ter nosso lugar ao sol...(DA)&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/1178890098984718654-4395159093700235349?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4395159093700235349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/nossas-passadas-se-tornam-rapidas-com-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/4395159093700235349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/4395159093700235349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/nossas-passadas-se-tornam-rapidas-com-o.html' title=''/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SfBkh5sh9ZI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/s0LwjDcO7Iw/s72-c/AZMEK6ICABJFO12CA2K9N2HCA0YHI2SCAJ7MKLDCA2PFELDCAYILYS1CAZTKFSSCAENISL9CAVPZO9CCA0ZFXE7CAMI49O1CAI0TBPVCAOSS379CAWGKAUYCAT7IAEHCAPX060LCAMGO7DL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-8769956033056733753</id><published>2009-04-21T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T03:27:25.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser mulher...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Se2fT5umMUI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/TuHOyZ2-krQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327089098511757634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Se2fT5umMUI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/TuHOyZ2-krQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ser mulher...&lt;br /&gt;É ter a essência, do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Da sabedoria que intui e cura,&lt;br /&gt;Da grandeza de quem ama, sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Da sutileza da palavra certa,&lt;br /&gt;no momento certo.&lt;br /&gt;Porto seguro, q cuida e protege.&lt;br /&gt;Suas crias, seus amores e suas dores.&lt;br /&gt;Em seu olhar a lua não adormece,E o sol está sempre a brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;No olhar de uma mulher a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Se renova todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Não abandona o q acredita por nada.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é o amor incondicional&lt;br /&gt;Ser mulher...É viver mil vezes.(DA)&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/1178890098984718654-8769956033056733753?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8769956033056733753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/ser-mulher_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/8769956033056733753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/8769956033056733753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/ser-mulher_21.html' title='Ser mulher...'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Se2fT5umMUI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/TuHOyZ2-krQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-2911373379696400259</id><published>2009-04-21T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:28:16.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Se2RLePAVzI/AAAAAAAAA9A/jL0cHOG4TXo/s1600-h/ATgAAAD4wcTO7Jw57LYo5opdxzbtJH-ZW9sQJC2ifX_CWWtCWjU4jjJQLvCBz4xiXZVJn3g4scTDyIEB4JGpRskFBahkAJtU9VAjabZsXL-2LNZQY4HohqeAYtIfkA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327073560529753906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Se2RLePAVzI/AAAAAAAAA9A/jL0cHOG4TXo/s320/ATgAAAD4wcTO7Jw57LYo5opdxzbtJH-ZW9sQJC2ifX_CWWtCWjU4jjJQLvCBz4xiXZVJn3g4scTDyIEB4JGpRskFBahkAJtU9VAjabZsXL-2LNZQY4HohqeAYtIfkA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Podemos dar voltas em círculos, mas jamais serão iguais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Somos complexos, somos mistério, somos um emaranhado de detalhes, fazemos o nosso ser vibrar em encantos e fantasias, sonhos e magias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Somos mágicos da vida, temos o dom de transformar momentos ruins em bons, damos voltas em problemas e achamos soluções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como teremos dias diferentes se somos uma potência de capacidade?Se somos o Maximo incomum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Se somos soberbos naquilo que realizamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Se somos mestres em passar algo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Se tivermos dias iguais... Talvez morreremos de monotonia aguda!(DA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1178890098984718654-2911373379696400259?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2911373379696400259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/podemos-dar-voltas-em-circulos-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2911373379696400259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2911373379696400259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/podemos-dar-voltas-em-circulos-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Se2RLePAVzI/AAAAAAAAA9A/jL0cHOG4TXo/s72-c/ATgAAAD4wcTO7Jw57LYo5opdxzbtJH-ZW9sQJC2ifX_CWWtCWjU4jjJQLvCBz4xiXZVJn3g4scTDyIEB4JGpRskFBahkAJtU9VAjabZsXL-2LNZQY4HohqeAYtIfkA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-4054710743351599722</id><published>2009-04-21T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:10:28.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Se1_My93ULI/AAAAAAAAA84/q2o0pEHgogA/s1600-h/corpo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327053792065573042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Se1_My93ULI/AAAAAAAAA84/q2o0pEHgogA/s320/corpo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dois Mundos&lt;br /&gt;Ando pelas ruas.&lt;br /&gt;Em busca do meu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos se surpreendem.&lt;br /&gt;Quando descobreDuas direções...&lt;br /&gt;Uma o céu está claro.&lt;br /&gt;O sol está presente,O calor é constante...&lt;br /&gt;A outra&lt;br /&gt;Está escuro,Relâmpagos assustamE o vento traz o frio...&lt;br /&gt;Duas direções.Em uma única vida.&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Dois caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;O caminho em que o céu é perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;O calor do sol é contagiante...&lt;br /&gt;E o caminho da tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Dos relâmpagos assustadores.&lt;br /&gt;Dois mundos diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Dois destinos.&lt;br /&gt;A luz e a escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;O medo e a paz.&lt;br /&gt;Dois mundos.&lt;br /&gt;E uma única escolha;Escolha sem volta... (DA)&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/1178890098984718654-4054710743351599722?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4054710743351599722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/dois-mundos-ando-pelas-ruas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/4054710743351599722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/4054710743351599722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/dois-mundos-ando-pelas-ruas.html' title=''/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Se1_My93ULI/AAAAAAAAA84/q2o0pEHgogA/s72-c/corpo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-5980509141143784809</id><published>2009-04-20T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:46:16.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mágoa, não esquece o endereço.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Se1rR8KVcAI/AAAAAAAAA8o/w9OZgJ_AoDE/s1600-h/n.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327031890200588290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Se1rR8KVcAI/AAAAAAAAA8o/w9OZgJ_AoDE/s320/n.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos espelhos que vi no mundo&lt;br /&gt;alguns ainda guardo no relicário...&lt;br /&gt;Doces momentos vividos.&lt;br /&gt;Amargura insistente acompanha&lt;br /&gt;o ser que agora exangue&lt;br /&gt;descansa nas areias sem mar.&lt;br /&gt;Sob um céu, esboço de fantasia&lt;br /&gt;perceptível é meu desgosto.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos, ilusão de felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Assim, não há como viver&lt;br /&gt;antes, agora ou depois...&lt;br /&gt;Mágoa, não esquece o endereço.(DA)&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/1178890098984718654-5980509141143784809?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5980509141143784809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/magoa-nao-esquece-o-endereco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/5980509141143784809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/5980509141143784809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/magoa-nao-esquece-o-endereco.html' title='Mágoa, não esquece o endereço.'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Se1rR8KVcAI/AAAAAAAAA8o/w9OZgJ_AoDE/s72-c/n.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-6023769266378061182</id><published>2009-04-19T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:36:27.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentinho ....19/04/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Sesns6rEuQI/AAAAAAAAA8c/lwPtMkUoBRg/s1600-h/core_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326394636913391874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Sesns6rEuQI/AAAAAAAAA8c/lwPtMkUoBRg/s320/core_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Para dividirmos ao mesmo tempo as mesmas cerejas, as mesmas balas, originando deliciosos beijos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero você .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ouvindo-me com entusiasmo quando falo de mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Comparando o tamanho das nossas mãos, mostrando que a sua, pode ser fácilmente envolvida pela minha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fazendo meus pés sairem do chão, me sentindo leve quando dançar comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Quero você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Usando de todo seu talento teatral quando recitar versos pra mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tirando-me o sono de tanto desejo ou me fazendo dormir de tão extenuado de fazer amor contigo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Acordada de madrugada, me olhando dormir, enquanto corre seus dedos em meu corpo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Muito surpresa quando eu te acordar com um gostoso café da manhã e muito amor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ao meu lado gozando os mais simples prazeres da vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Enfim simplismente eu só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"QUERO VOCÊ.......... (DA)&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/1178890098984718654-6023769266378061182?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6023769266378061182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/presentinho-19042009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/6023769266378061182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/6023769266378061182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/presentinho-19042009.html' title='Presentinho ....19/04/2009'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Sesns6rEuQI/AAAAAAAAA8c/lwPtMkUoBRg/s72-c/core_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-3133139580306934997</id><published>2009-04-19T02:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:25:09.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafios....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SertNyubLgI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ivL_18f0kXk/s1600-h/lolo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326330330529607170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SertNyubLgI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ivL_18f0kXk/s320/lolo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desafios, gratidão e amor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DESAFIOSA vida só é possível através dos desafios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida só é possível quando você temtanto o bom tempo quanto o mal tempo,quando tem o prazer e a dor;quando tem inverno e verão, dia e noite;quando tem tristeza tanto quanto felicidade,desconforto tanto quanto conforto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida passa entre essas duas polaridades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Movendo-se entre essas duas polaridades,você aprende a se equilibrarentre essas duas asas,você aprende a voar até a estrela mais distante.(osho)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-3133139580306934997?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3133139580306934997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/desafios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/3133139580306934997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/3133139580306934997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/desafios.html' title='Desafios....'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SertNyubLgI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ivL_18f0kXk/s72-c/lolo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-2645721513734366128</id><published>2009-04-18T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:41:43.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeoCWZHU51I/AAAAAAAAA8E/7v7hmqw_YCI/s1600-h/37223_002k6x65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326072093041026898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeoCWZHU51I/AAAAAAAAA8E/7v7hmqw_YCI/s320/37223_002k6x65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No dia a dia percebi que se aprende errando e que o silêncio às vezes é a melhor resposta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vi também que os amigos são conquistados sendo nós mesmos, e que não se espera a felicidade chegar, mas se procura por ela.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada vez que pensei saber um pouco de tudo, me dei conta que ainda não havia aprendido nada, e que a natureza é uma das coisas mais perfeitas da vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendi que apenas um dia pode ser mais importante do que muitos anos e que nós somos livres para vivê-lo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descobri que se pode conversar com as estrelas, se confessar com a lua e viajar além do infinito,E que sonhar é preciso e procurar realizar esses sonhos é ainda mais necessário; e que o julgamento alheio não é importante...(DA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-2645721513734366128?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2645721513734366128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-dia-dia-percebi-que-se-aprende.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2645721513734366128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2645721513734366128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-dia-dia-percebi-que-se-aprende.html' title=''/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeoCWZHU51I/AAAAAAAAA8E/7v7hmqw_YCI/s72-c/37223_002k6x65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-1989608360915146379</id><published>2009-04-18T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:25:45.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Senirumh4wI/AAAAAAAAA7w/j2BtZ31A-LQ/s1600-h/MulherFlor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326037275214209794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Senirumh4wI/AAAAAAAAA7w/j2BtZ31A-LQ/s320/MulherFlor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendi a olhar para dentro de mim e perceber que sou ,exatamente como os outros que me faziam diferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tenho como meta na vida, fazer com que cada ser humanose perceba, se ame, se admire, se veja,como verdadeira fonte de riqueza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi assim que cresci:aprendendo a ser igual.E ao acreditar assim, perdi o medo de fazer, de falar, participar e atéde cometer enganos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se errar? Paciência, continuo vivendo,e com isso aprendendo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque errar é humano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-1989608360915146379?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1989608360915146379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/aprendi-olhar-para-dentro-de-mim-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/1989608360915146379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/1989608360915146379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/aprendi-olhar-para-dentro-de-mim-e.html' title=''/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/Senirumh4wI/AAAAAAAAA7w/j2BtZ31A-LQ/s72-c/MulherFlor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-6734422172923143177</id><published>2009-04-18T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:19:45.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendi e decidi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SenhGTYQ6zI/AAAAAAAAA7g/QiOFIodybVU/s1600-h/njk%25255B1%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326035532739832626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SenhGTYQ6zI/AAAAAAAAA7g/QiOFIodybVU/s320/njk%25255B1%25255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi e decidi...&lt;br /&gt;E assim, depois de muito esperar,num dia como outro qualquer, decidi triunfar...&lt;br /&gt;Decidi não esperar as oportunidades e sim,eu mesmo buscá-las...&lt;br /&gt;Decidi ver cada problema como uma oportunidade de encontrar uma solução...&lt;br /&gt;Decidi ver cada deserto como uma possibilidadede encontrar um oásis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Decidi ver cada dia como uma nova oportunidade de ser feliz.(DA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-6734422172923143177?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6734422172923143177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/aprendi-e-decidi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/6734422172923143177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/6734422172923143177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/aprendi-e-decidi.html' title='Aprendi e decidi'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SenhGTYQ6zI/AAAAAAAAA7g/QiOFIodybVU/s72-c/njk%25255B1%25255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-2017553881904927894</id><published>2009-04-17T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:40:58.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buscas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SelZbB6bTtI/AAAAAAAAA7A/fjHIBVxnLek/s1600-h/TR.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325886355247156946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SelZbB6bTtI/AAAAAAAAA7A/fjHIBVxnLek/s320/TR.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscas e encontros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscar a alegria e encontrar a felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscar uma saída e encontrar o caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscar um descanso e encontrar o paraíso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscar o perdão e encontrar uma chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscar as lagrimas e encontrar consolo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscar o refugio e encontrar abrigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscar a fé e encontrar a esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscar a confiança e encontrar fidelidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscar a vitoria e encontrar coragem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscar os desejos e encontrar paixões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscar a paixão e encontrar o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscar a união e encontrar companheiros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscar a sinceridade e encontrar amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre buscar e encontrar algo na vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busque nas suas escolhas ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontrar o melhor de você(da)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-2017553881904927894?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2017553881904927894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/buscas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2017553881904927894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2017553881904927894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/buscas.html' title='Buscas'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SelZbB6bTtI/AAAAAAAAA7A/fjHIBVxnLek/s72-c/TR.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-9150151495704631407</id><published>2009-04-14T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:34:05.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim eu posso voar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeVxYlMW54I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/KL8A73U4Tv0/s1600-h/voando.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324786801550223234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeVxYlMW54I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/KL8A73U4Tv0/s320/voando.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim eu posso voar, ir além alcançando o pleno dos meus desejos,me deito, me solto e me transporto,realizo sonhos e depois esqueço..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não preciso de asas para atingir o pico,fecho os olhos, imagino, eu arrisco!somente preciso acreditar, no poder da vida,nessa força que me move, uma luz bendita..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os dias se morre, eu também,deixo meu corpo que descansa e dorme,não me desperso, saio dele e volto logovôo pelos ares, algo aprendo e depois retorno..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Lívia Apetitto*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-9150151495704631407?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/9150151495704631407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/sim-eu-posso-voar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/9150151495704631407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/9150151495704631407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/sim-eu-posso-voar.html' title='Sim eu posso voar!'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeVxYlMW54I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/KL8A73U4Tv0/s72-c/voando.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-5499754224568072036</id><published>2009-04-14T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:28:46.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar é complexo demais!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeVwUb9h-iI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/ZlB8zp7r_mc/s1600-h/0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324785630841010722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeVwUb9h-iI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/ZlB8zp7r_mc/s320/0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Percebi que amar é complexo demais!Quando se pensa que se tem um amor verdadeiro,aparecem “coisas” que te fazem duvidar disso.Uma falta de carinho aqui,esquecimento de um beijo ali...As pessoas,não são totalmente verdadeiras,muitas ficam pela metade e não se entregam.Por serem assim,o que pensávamos ser amor,vai se perdendo com o tempo e muito do que se fazia não se faz.Alguns detalhes,que parecem insignificantes para quem faz,mas para quem ama diz muito e assim vai...Até que um belo dia percebemos,que tudo era uma ilusão.Projetamos naquela pessoa,nossos desejos,sonhos...mas ela acabou não captando os sinais do amor.E mais um relacionamento se perde no tempo e nos detalhes...Mas,é essencial continuarmos a buscar,persistir e acreditar no AMOR sempre...Até que um belo dia ele acontece e será para a eternidade!(DA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-5499754224568072036?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5499754224568072036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/amar-e-complexo-demais.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/5499754224568072036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/5499754224568072036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/amar-e-complexo-demais.html' title='Amar é complexo demais!'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeVwUb9h-iI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/ZlB8zp7r_mc/s72-c/0041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-4064477189419438163</id><published>2009-04-14T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:39:31.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aproveitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeRLogp_QQI/AAAAAAAAA58/_f6ocSJCP00/s1600-h/40986_0005dh32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324463818791665922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeRLogp_QQI/AAAAAAAAA58/_f6ocSJCP00/s320/40986_0005dh32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se aproveitamos o brilho das estrelas para iluminar nosso caminho e não nos cegar, veremos que teremos uma caminhada mais nítida. Só vivemos de cinza por opção, pois a VIDA é COLORIDA, é intensa. Vamos olhá-la com olhos nus, tocá-la, amá-la, correr atrás do que desejamos e esticar os braços até alcançarmos, subir escadas, transpor barreiras, lutar pelo que nos realizará, brigar, se for preciso, chorar, mas de pé, talvez assim a gente não se surpreenda tanto quando nossa mão atingir, mesmo se timidamente, uma das cores do arco-íris ou a ponta de uma estrela. Talvez outros se surpreendam, mas nós não, porque ACREDITAMOS. Por que bem no nosso íntimo sabíamos que o caminho poderia ser longo, mas que um dia chegaríamos LÁ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-4064477189419438163?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4064477189419438163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/aproveitar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/4064477189419438163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/4064477189419438163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/aproveitar.html' title='Aproveitar'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeRLogp_QQI/AAAAAAAAA58/_f6ocSJCP00/s72-c/40986_0005dh32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-1309251254838699739</id><published>2009-04-14T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:50:30.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUISERA EU SER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeRADVkYAeI/AAAAAAAAA50/pufxhJBu0WA/s1600-h/20081223002656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324451085532266978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeRADVkYAeI/AAAAAAAAA50/pufxhJBu0WA/s320/20081223002656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUISERA EU SER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VIDA, para fazer nascer os que estão morrendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOL, para fazer brilhar os que não possuem lua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LUZ, para iluminar os que vivem na escuridão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LÁGRIMA, para fazer chorar os corações insensíveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VOZ, para fazer falar os que sempre se ocultaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FLOR, para enfeitar os jardins no outono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SILÊNCIO, para fazer calar asvozes que atordoam o coração do homem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMOR, para unir as pessoase lhes dizer que sou apenas uma delas !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-1309251254838699739?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1309251254838699739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/quisera-eu-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/1309251254838699739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/1309251254838699739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/quisera-eu-ser.html' title='QUISERA EU SER'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeRADVkYAeI/AAAAAAAAA50/pufxhJBu0WA/s72-c/20081223002656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-8959107298022175970</id><published>2009-04-12T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:34:01.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser e Saber Tudo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeJA7o66nNI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XKDLieI2tLg/s1600-h/b2dbc0c2e3e209a76eda753f34a17923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323889102846336210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeJA7o66nNI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XKDLieI2tLg/s320/b2dbc0c2e3e209a76eda753f34a17923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sou analfabeta de emoções…&lt;br /&gt;Pensava ser e saber tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas as reticências da vida&lt;br /&gt;Levantaram me questões.E percebi que apenas&lt;br /&gt;Conhecia as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Sem seu sentido real..&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou aluna da vida&lt;br /&gt;Estou a aprender a soletrar&lt;br /&gt;A palavra amor.&lt;br /&gt;Cada letra cada sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Contorno sílabas.&lt;br /&gt;Coloco parágrafos&lt;br /&gt;Faço interrogações.&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos vou compondo&lt;br /&gt;Um texto irregular e genuíno.&lt;br /&gt;Com palavras verdadeiras&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que sem saber.Quem é sabe bem o que quer.Aprender a viver…"Ana alves"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-8959107298022175970?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8959107298022175970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/ser-e-saber-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/8959107298022175970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/8959107298022175970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/ser-e-saber-tudo.html' title='Ser e Saber Tudo...'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeJA7o66nNI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XKDLieI2tLg/s72-c/b2dbc0c2e3e209a76eda753f34a17923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-2841439035333430852</id><published>2009-04-12T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:09:21.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase sempre recordar e tambem viver...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeIgJQ_2IlI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Bd7gABtlKwg/s1600-h/OgAAACQBmG65mgJfkNzEcU3AsSP3lWFr-AVxA_7_mmoe26QnfgZwMJERjDRniKZmB2uSUS1XLbu-08GMREjr6BLf68QAm1T1UCxFpdMMMZGTJT_PWLB5xBOrvFDi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeHig8XtAPI/AAAAAAAAA4w/I7cmolzQD8A/s320/25q6rszeq8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BASTARIA UM INSTANTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a paz poderia reinar no universo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BASTARIA UM INSTANTEe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a brisa seria sempre suave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BASTARIA UM INSTANTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a música nos levaria longe, no pensamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BASTARIA UM INSTANTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para o sorriso de alguém tocar o fundo de nossa alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BASTARIA UM INSTANTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para que eu pudesse me sentir forte e cheio de vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BASTARIA UM INSTANTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para dizer a alguém: tu és importante pra mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É, basta um instante para muitas coisas...Mas, às vezes, esperamos uma eternidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-4391251232073400904?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4391251232073400904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/bastaria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/4391251232073400904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/4391251232073400904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/bastaria.html' title='Bastaria...'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeHig8XtAPI/AAAAAAAAA4w/I7cmolzQD8A/s72-c/25q6rszeq8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-2703988518031613079</id><published>2009-04-12T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T05:41:36.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeHhdN29fSI/AAAAAAAAA4k/2Fq7jtH1dVQ/s1600-h/1184224920_castelo_de_areia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323784126581275938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeHhdN29fSI/AAAAAAAAA4k/2Fq7jtH1dVQ/s320/1184224920_castelo_de_areia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Castelo de areiaNum dia de verão, estava na praia, observando duas criançasbrincando na areia.Elas trabalhavam muito, construindo um castelo de areia, com torres,passarelas e passagens internas.Quando estavam quase acabando, veio uma onda e destruiu tudo,reduzindo o castelo a um monte de areia e espuma.Achei que as crianças cairiam no choro, depois de tanto esforço ecuidado, mas tive uma surpresa.Em vez de chorar, correram para a praia, fugindo da água.Rindo muito, de mãos dadas, começaram a construir outro castelo...Compreendi que havia recebido uma importante lição: gastamos muitotempo de nossas vidas construindo alguma coisa.Mas, uma onda poderá vir e destruir o que levamos tanto tempo paraconstruir.Se isso acontecer, somente aquele que tem as mãos de alguém parasegurar será capaz de sorrir!Tudo é feito de areia, só o que permanece é o nosso relacionamentocom as outras pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-2703988518031613079?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2703988518031613079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/castelo-de-areianum-dia-de-verao-estava.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2703988518031613079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2703988518031613079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/castelo-de-areianum-dia-de-verao-estava.html' title=''/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeHhdN29fSI/AAAAAAAAA4k/2Fq7jtH1dVQ/s72-c/1184224920_castelo_de_areia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-7028567725650429295</id><published>2009-04-12T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T05:35:37.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje estou bastante triste!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeHfxe4vdII/AAAAAAAAA4c/1_EfNQQ_FFM/s1600-h/butterfly_2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323782275726275714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeHfxe4vdII/AAAAAAAAA4c/1_EfNQQ_FFM/s320/butterfly_2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PERDOEM-ME OS DESENCANTADOS...Mas,vim para esta vida com vontade de voar!Sou apaixonada pelas delícias e amarguras do destino.Sou feliz do simples ao mais complicado.Sou agradecida,até em meus momentos mais fracos. Acredito na bondade,embora a humanidade seja tão desumana em suas atitudes.Ainda acredito na força divina,minha Fé é tudo!Costumo dizer que sou indefinida,mas o que me determina em todos os momentos incertos é sem dúvidas, O AMOR... Amo de verdade os que me cercam,protegem guardam...E só desejo uma coisa nesta longa caminhada: -Amar,sorrir e ser muito feliz!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-7028567725650429295?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7028567725650429295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoje-estou-bastante-triste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/7028567725650429295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/7028567725650429295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoje-estou-bastante-triste.html' title='Hoje estou bastante triste!'/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeHfxe4vdII/AAAAAAAAA4c/1_EfNQQ_FFM/s72-c/butterfly_2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-5475143203383818186</id><published>2009-04-11T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:43:03.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeDyCcovc6I/AAAAAAAAA4E/4sqC_ngmLe4/s1600-h/639n8jp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323520883412661154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeDyCcovc6I/AAAAAAAAA4E/4sqC_ngmLe4/s320/639n8jp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscas e encontros.Buscar a alegria e encontrar a felicidade.Buscar uma saída e encontrar o caminho.Buscar um descanso e encontrar o paraíso.Buscar o perdão e encontrar uma chance.Buscar as lagrimas e encontrar consolo.Buscar o refugio e encontrar abrigo.Buscar a fé e encontrar a esperança.Buscar a confiança e encontrar fidelidade.Buscar a vitoria e encontrar coragem.Buscar os desejos e encontrar paixões.Buscar a paixão e encontrar o amor.Buscar a união e encontrar companheiros.Buscar a sinceridade e encontrar amigos.Entre buscar e encontrar algo na vida.Busque nas suas escolhas Encontrar o melhor de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-5475143203383818186?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5475143203383818186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/buscas-e-encontrosbuscar-alegria-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/5475143203383818186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/5475143203383818186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/buscas-e-encontrosbuscar-alegria-e.html' title=''/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeDyCcovc6I/AAAAAAAAA4E/4sqC_ngmLe4/s72-c/639n8jp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178890098984718654.post-2925837970411737970</id><published>2009-04-11T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:34:12.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeDwbMQ1y-I/AAAAAAAAA38/lZE9LOt2v-o/s1600-h/Mar480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323519109490920418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeDwbMQ1y-I/AAAAAAAAA38/lZE9LOt2v-o/s320/Mar480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....A vida embeleza o mundo...o mundo belo, traz sorrisos...sorrisos fazem bem a alma...e assim os olhos brilham...Brilho dos olhos iluminam caminhos...Caminhos nos conduzem a corações...E assim vivemos...e amamos!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178890098984718654-2925837970411737970?l=aguamarisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2925837970411737970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2925837970411737970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178890098984718654/posts/default/2925837970411737970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguamarisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>agua.marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887930550698997274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/S4N_Mg4owuI/AAAAAAAABJk/MPkHaXBLyZM/S220/hzY5kGtdfT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1MYtDqs4rA/SeDwbMQ1y-I/AAAAAAAAA38/lZE9LOt2v-o/s72-c/Mar480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
