<?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-38609962</id><updated>2012-01-27T10:27:24.850-02:00</updated><title type='text'>1/4 de arte!</title><subtitle type='html'>Tudo é arte, natureza e vida!! Venha faça p'Arte!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-1346655436560038799</id><published>2009-07-07T00:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:23:32.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogar junto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Extraído da minha revista preferida: Sorria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É quase impossível ficar indiferente diante de uma equipe em ação. A fila de formiguinhas que carregam folhas até o formigueiro, por exemplo. Que criança não fica fascinada? E o trabalho em grupo da escola, na casa do colega, o jeito mais divertido que existe de estudar. Tem aquele dia em que todo mundo vem te ajudar na mudança e, quando acaba, você olha todos empoeirados e se emociona de ver que tem amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Qualquer ação em equipe é assim, cada um com sua função, mas num mesmo palco, com um mesmo objetivo. E dá trabalho. Tem as brigas, as (duras) concessões, a implicância com as diferenças. A divisão nem sempre igual de forças, as rejeições. Mas, de repente, quando a gente emerge desse emaranhado de interações e se dá conta de que, sim, a tarefa foi completada... Não tem satisfação igual. Ver o resultado da soma de trabalhos, talentos, lampejos é o tipo de coisa que faz a gente acreditar que, bem, conviver é complicado, mas que lindo que é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Beijos e ótima semana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-1346655436560038799?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/1346655436560038799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=1346655436560038799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/1346655436560038799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/1346655436560038799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2009/07/jogar-junto.html' title='Jogar junto!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-8260407775651499875</id><published>2009-05-24T16:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:29:16.758-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Discurso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Olás!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Bom Dia, boa tarde ou talvez boa noite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;É muito gostoso crescer e continuar a ter amigos que conhecemos na escola, que possuem a mesma idade e as mesmas "coincidências" que nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Agradeço o texto abaixo que é do Amigo e hoje brilhate advogado, Daniel Ricardo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Abraços a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISCURSO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Pois bem! Considerando que minha a expectativa de vida de acordo com a tábua da mortalidade do IBGE é de 73 anos, hipoteticamente falando me restam 45 anos de vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Considerando que a partir de certa idade não gozamos de disposição em sua plenitude, e tal fato atrelado a uma inúmera gama de fatores, estes 45 anos remanescentes não serão iguais aos 30 anos já vividos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Explico: Inúmeros fatores e “surpresas” começam a surgir em sua vida. A “esperta” da minha dermatologista olhou para meu pai e me disse que minha calvície é genética... eu prefiro pular este assunto. Marcas de expressão vagarosamente surgem no meu rosto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Atividade física se tornou uma obrigação... não por estética, mas para mantença da saúde... (por estética também, afinal, a “lei da gravidade” não foi revogada...) palavras e siglas como IPVA, IPTU, Imposto de Renda, ISSQN, Plano de Saúde e Previdência, dentre outras, já incorporaram meu cotidiano e agora estou me dando conta disto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Você passa a ser chamado de tio por toda e qualquer criança que cruze seu caminho (que ódio!) mesmo que seu semblante não ainda denuncie sua idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Bem... feitas tais previsões apocalípticas, vamos ao que realmente importa. Quem me conhece bem sabe do meu humor negro e ácido atrelado à minha capacidade de transformar tudo em uma tragédia grega e aterrorizante sem precedentes (coisa de advogado). É lógico que tudo o que relatei acima não tem a proporção e a importância que eu conferi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Muito mais do que apenas completar mais um ano de vida, eis o momento de fazer um balanço de tudo o que aconteceu, de todas as experiências, e por mais óbvio que se pareça, concluir que todos os frutos colhidos, as conquistas alcançadas, as graças, transcendem a qualquer percalço decorrente do envelhecimento e dos dissabores, que são fatos naturais da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aos 30 anos você descobre que não tem que provar nada para ninguém... afinal, você sabe o seu valor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aos 30 anos você se poupa de sofrimentos... você não peca mais tanto por ação, afinal, muita coisa você já sabe o resultado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aos 30 anos você aprende o valor do perdão em sua plenitude... aprende também que admitir seus erros é ato nobre, mas que não basta admiti-los sem corrigi-los...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aos 30 anos você aprende a lidar com diferenças, aprende a aceitar as coisas que não pode mudar, tem coragem para mudar as que não pode, e atinge sabedoria para distinguir uma das outras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aos 30 anos você releva muita coisa, mas também não se cala mais diante de outras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aos 30 anos você descobre que alguns problemas você tem, outros você correu atrás para buscar... então, não busque-os mais. Isto, aliás, é ponto crucial para sua paz de espírito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aos 30 anos você descobre que valeu a pena todo o investimento mental, físico e financeiro, e os longos e árduos anos de estudo, tudo com o fito de consolidar uma carreira profissional... para quem fez tudo isto cedo, aos 30 anos você está já está colhendo gradativamente – há algum tempo já - bons frutos de tudo isto... viver sem ter explorado seu potencial intelectual é entregar-se à mediocridade é à futilidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aos 30 anos você volta a ouvir seus pais... pois eles acabam tendo razão à maioria das vezes... afinal, eles já tiveram a sua idade, já passaram por muita coisa, e realmente, sabem exatamente como agimos... pois nada mais somos do que uma cópia melhorada deles... aprimorada por eles mesmos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aos 30 anos você percebe que o seu “feeling”, que o seu “sexto sentido” está mais aguçado... algumas pessoas passam a se tornar previsíveis... e isto é simplesmente ótimo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aos 30 anos você agradece por não ter vivido alienado como muitos outros da sua idade vivem, e agradece a sabedoria, inteligência e maturidade conquistadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cada fase de nossa vida nos traz uma dor e uma alegria... eu não troco a jovialidade dos meus 18 anos pela maturidade dos meus 30 anos... Dizem que a vida começa aos 40... eu preferi começar a minha agora, aos 30!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-8260407775651499875?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/8260407775651499875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=8260407775651499875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8260407775651499875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8260407775651499875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2009/05/discurso.html' title='Discurso!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-297477933498524236</id><published>2009-03-01T20:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:57:03.049-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Águas de Março!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Olás!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vocês não imaginam como eu gostei de encontrar essa música!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Abração e vamos lá: porque a vida não pode esperar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Velha Roupa Colorida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belchior na voz de Elis Regina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Você não sente nem vê&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não posso deixar de dizer, meu amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Que uma nova mudança em breve vai acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;E o que há algum tempo era novo, jovem,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é antigo, e precisamos todos, rejuvenescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais meu pai falou: -She's leaving home!&lt;br /&gt;E meteu o pé na estrada, like a Rolling Stones.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais você buscou sua menina&lt;br /&gt;Para correr no seu carro (loucura, chiclete e som).&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais você saiu à rua em grupo ou reunido&lt;br /&gt;O dedo em V, cabelo ao vento, amor e flor, que é do cartaz.&lt;br /&gt;No presente a mente, o corpo é diferente,&lt;br /&gt;E o passado é uma roupa que não nos serve mais.&lt;br /&gt;No presente a mente, o corpo é diferente,&lt;br /&gt;E o passado é uma roupa que não nos serve mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não sente nem vê&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não posso deixar de dizer, meu amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Que uma nova mudança em breve vai acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;E o que há algum tempo era novo, jovem,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é antigo, e precisamos todos, rejuvenescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como Poe, poeta louco americano, eu pergunto ao passarinho:&lt;br /&gt;-Black Bird, o que se faz?&lt;br /&gt;Raven, rever, raven, rever, raven.&lt;br /&gt;Black Bird me responde: -Tudo já ficou atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Raven, rever, raven, rever, raven.&lt;br /&gt;Assum Preto me responde: -O passado nunca mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não sente nem vê&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não posso deixar de dizer, meu amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Que uma nova mudança em breve vai acontecer&lt;br /&gt;E o que há algum tempo era novo, jovem,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é antigo, e precisamos todos, rejuvenescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E precisamos todos, rejuvenescer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-297477933498524236?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/297477933498524236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=297477933498524236&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/297477933498524236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/297477933498524236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2009/03/aguas-de-marco.html' title='Águas de Março!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-6202866928142593751</id><published>2009-01-21T22:23:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:44:30.182-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é a Verdade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O Que é a Verdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Os ideais que iluminaram meu caminho e que sempre me deram uma nova coragem para encarar a vida, foram: a bondade, a beleza e a verdade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Contam as lendas que a verdade foi enviada por Deus ao mundo em forma de um gigantesco espelho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando o espelho estava chegando sobre a face da terra, quebrou-se, partiu-se em inumeráveis pedaços que se espalharam por todos os lados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas sabiam que a verdade era o espelho, mas não sabiam que ele havia se partido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por essa razão, as que encontravam um dos pedaços, acreditavam que tinham nas mãos a verdade absoluta, quando na realidade possuíam apenas uma pequena parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem deterá a verdade absoluta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade absoluta só Deus a possui e a vai revelando ao homem na medida em que este esteja apto para conhecê-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim é que os inventores, os cientistas, os pesquisadores, vão descobrindo a cada século novas verdades que se acumulam e fomentam o progresso da humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como se fossem juntando os pedaços do grande espelho e conseguissem abranger uma parcela maior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, a verdade é conquistada graças aos esforços dos homens e não por uma revelação bombástica sem proveito para quem a recebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ademais, depois que a verdade é descoberta, ninguém pode encarcerá-la, nem guardá-la só para si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem experimenta o sabor da verdade, não mais permanece o mesmo. Toda uma evolução nele se opera e uma transformação radical e libertadora é inevitável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes a nossa cegueira não nos deixa vê-la, mas ela está em toda parte, latente, dentro e fora do mundo e é, muitas vezes, confundida com a ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retida na consciência humana, é, a princípio, uma chispa que as forças do autoconhecimento e do auto-aperfeiçoamento transformarão em uma estrela fulgurante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade emancipa a alma e a completa. Infinita, vitaliza o microcosmo e expande-se nas galáxias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vibra na molécula, agiganta-se no espaço ilimitado, e encontra-se ao alcance de todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É perene e existe desde todos os tempos e sobreviverá ao fim das eras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é Deus. E para penetrá-la faz-se necessário diluir-se em amor como os grãos de açúcar em um cálice de água em movimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só agora podemos compreender o motivo pelo qual Jesus calou-se quando Pilatos Lhe perguntou: “o que é a verdade?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é luz que se expande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquece sem queimar e vivifica sem produzir cansaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meditação facilita-lhe o contato, a oração aproxima o homem da sua matriz e a caridade propicia a vivência com ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A humildade abre a porta para que adentre no coração do homem e a fé facilita-lhe a hospedagem nos sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Equipe do site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.momento.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;www.momento.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;, com base no cap. "Verdade e Vida", do livro A um passo da Imortalidade, ed. LEAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-6202866928142593751?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/6202866928142593751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=6202866928142593751&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/6202866928142593751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/6202866928142593751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-que-verdade.html' title='O que é a Verdade?'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-6639024091002005695</id><published>2009-01-03T18:53:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:48:30.097-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gregorian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ótimo 2009!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xPaLK1RVeCI&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPaLK1RVeCI"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XtxlTDwdzM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XtxlTDwdzM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abraços!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(aprendi a colorir novamente, rs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-6639024091002005695?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/6639024091002005695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=6639024091002005695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/6639024091002005695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/6639024091002005695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2009/01/gregorian.html' title='Gregorian!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-5547893969470005883</id><published>2008-12-31T00:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:19:56.543-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Próspero 2009!!</title><content type='html'>Que seja lindo, que dê frutos lindos e abundantes! Que não falte Saúde, Paz e Amor! Que sejamos muito felizes e que Deus abençõe a todos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com todo carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Lu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Paz (Heal the World)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Deve haver um lugar dentro do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Onde a paz brilhe mais que uma lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Sem a luz que ela traz já nem se consegue mais&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar o caminho da esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinta, chega o tempo de enxugar o pranto dos homens&lt;br /&gt;Se fazendo irmão e estendendo a mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só o amor, muda o que já se fez&lt;br /&gt;E a força da paz junta todos outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Venha, já é hora de acender a chama da vida&lt;br /&gt;E fazer a terra inteira feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você for capaz de soltar a sua voz&lt;br /&gt;Pelo ar, como prece de criança&lt;br /&gt;Deve então começar outros vão te acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;E cantar com harmonia e esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe, que esse canto lave o pranto do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Pra trazer perdão e dividir o pão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só o amor, muda o que já se fez&lt;br /&gt;E a força da paz junta todos outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Venha, já é hora de acender a chama da vida&lt;br /&gt;E fazer a terra inteira feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanta dor e sofrimento em volta a gente ainda tem,&lt;br /&gt;Pra manter a fé e o sonho dos que ainda vêm.&lt;br /&gt;A lição pro futuro vem da alma e do coração,&lt;br /&gt;Pra buscar a paz, não olhar pra trás, com amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você começar outros vão te acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;E cantar com harmonia e esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe, que esse canto lave o pranto do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Pra trazer perdão e dividir o pão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só o amor, muda o que já se fez&lt;br /&gt;E a força da paz junta todos outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Venha, já é hora de acender a chama da vida&lt;br /&gt;E fazer a terra inteira feliz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-5547893969470005883?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/5547893969470005883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=5547893969470005883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/5547893969470005883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/5547893969470005883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2008/12/prspero-2009.html' title='Próspero 2009!!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-640365819899683709</id><published>2008-12-07T19:40:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:05:49.663-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu voltei!</title><content type='html'>Olás!&lt;br /&gt;Sumi, mas voltei! &lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas, mas nem sabia que ia ser assim, às vezes outras artes me tomam tempo e me distraio... sei que isso não deveria acontecer... mas talvez seja necessário, e não peço para me compreender apenas agradeço por voltar também!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes dois meses passados estão ocultos aqui, mas completamente marcados em meu coração e certos que foram vividos intensamente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos poderemos rever juntos algumas histórias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande beijo e forte abraço!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. alguém sabe me dizer como faço para colorir o texto novamente??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música: Pelos ares (Adriana Calcanhotto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não lhe peço nada &lt;br /&gt;mas se acaso você perguntar&lt;br /&gt;por você não há o que eu não faça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardo inteira em mim &lt;br /&gt;a casa que mandei &lt;br /&gt;um dia&lt;br /&gt;pelos ares&lt;br /&gt;e a reconstruo em todos os detalhes&lt;br /&gt;intactos e implacáveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis aqui&lt;br /&gt;bicicleta, planta, céu,&lt;br /&gt;estante cama e eu&lt;br /&gt;logo estará&lt;br /&gt;tudo no seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis aqui&lt;br /&gt;chocolate, gato, chão,&lt;br /&gt;espelho, luz, calção&lt;br /&gt;no seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;pra ver você chegar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-640365819899683709?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/640365819899683709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=640365819899683709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/640365819899683709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/640365819899683709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-voltei.html' title='Eu voltei!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-4984473762760957245</id><published>2008-09-08T23:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:16:39.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinal de Grandeza</title><content type='html'>"Sinal de Grandeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende a escutar o que os outros dizem.&lt;br /&gt;Registrar a intimidade alheia, sem divulgá-la, é sinal de grandeza.&lt;br /&gt;Acolhe o desabafo de quem sofre e não censures quem erra.&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes, saber ouvir é mais importante que saber expressar-se em todos os idiomas.&lt;br /&gt;Oferece ombro amigo ao coração aflito.&lt;br /&gt;Todos carecemos de quem nos escute sem nada dizer.&lt;br /&gt;A indiferença aumenta o sofrimento de quem se sente sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;Não desconsideres a dor dos semelhantes.&lt;br /&gt;A solidariedade nas lágrimas de quem chora, equivale a seguro abrigo que se encontra debaixo da tempestade.&lt;br /&gt;Um simples sorriso de simpatia e cordialidade pode resgatar uma alma ao abismo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vigiai e Orai - Carlos A. Baccelli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-4984473762760957245?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/4984473762760957245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=4984473762760957245&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/4984473762760957245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/4984473762760957245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2008/09/sinal-de-grandeza.html' title='Sinal de Grandeza'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-8805949040445097673</id><published>2008-08-23T09:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:32:42.815-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prazer na Vida by Thembo!</title><content type='html'>Esse guri vale ouro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TEAlR3a-C30&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TEAlR3a-C30&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-8805949040445097673?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/8805949040445097673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=8805949040445097673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8805949040445097673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8805949040445097673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2008/08/prazer-na-vida-by-thembo.html' title='Prazer na Vida by Thembo!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-7828524153663560870</id><published>2008-06-22T16:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:27:50.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de bordo II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Olás!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Taí uma coisa que gosto: sonhar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Na correria às vezes não dá tempo de sonhar, ou melhor de lembrar do sonho. Pois dizem que sonhamos todos os dias. Tudo bem que às vezes queremos até esquecer certos sonhos, esse inconsciente... da onde tira tanta coisa?! rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Já um sonho bom não dá nem vontade de acordar; descansa a alma, a gente acorda até mais feliz, relaxado!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Falando em relaxar, aconselho a todos (tudo bem, algumas pessoas preferem presentes a conselhos, rsss) a se observar antes de dormir, se não está contraindo músculos e mandíbula, franzindo a testa, apertando as mãos. É preciso deixar o corpo livre pra a energia vital circular durante nosso sono e cumprir seu papel de revigorar nosso corpo físico, mental e energético.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bem... esse papo deu sono? Não durma sem ler a mensagem abaixo, extraída da recém-nascida e maravilhosa revista Sorria*, que você encontra nas farmácias DrogaRaia e colabora com o GRAACC (Grupo de Apoio ao Adolescente e à Criança com Câncer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ótima semana a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Você consegue se lembrar do sonho&lt;/strong&gt; da noite passada? Às vezes é difícil juntar imagens, pessoas sem rosto e frases inacabadas. Mas essas viagens fantásticas podem ser registradas num diário. Anotar os sonhos ajuda no autoconhecimento, estimula a reflexão, auxilia psicoterapias e inspira idéias e soluções. No começo pode ser difícil lembrar-se de tudo. Mas o hábito de registrar os sonhos logo ao acordar fortalece essa memória. Alexandre Freire, cientista da computação, é testemunha disso. Há dez anos, ele se apaixonou pela prática. 'Vale escrever ou desenhar as narrativas', diz. Hoje, Alexandre está tão treinado que é capaz de descrever em detalhes, cores, pessoas e conversas que invadiram o seu sono [na revista consta a imagem do seu diário/sonho]. Assim como ele, também fizeram os mestres Franz Kafka, Edgar Alan Poe e Federico Fellini, transformando sonho em arte. Na internet, o site criado pelo designer Dimitri Lime reúne viagens oníricas de gente comum (tente você: &lt;a href="http://dromma.org/"&gt;http://dromma.org&lt;/a&gt;). A biblioteca de sonhos traz um sem-fim de histórias. Conte a sua."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marcelo Besson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-7828524153663560870?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/7828524153663560870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=7828524153663560870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/7828524153663560870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/7828524153663560870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2008/06/dirio-de-bordo-ii.html' title='Diário de bordo II'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-3437615685596678843</id><published>2008-05-05T00:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:30:42.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de bordo I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/SB5-bdxrwBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tgY7fMJHFt0/s1600-h/71261416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196730030346715154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/SB5-bdxrwBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tgY7fMJHFt0/s400/71261416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Um homem precisa viajar. Por sua conta, não por meio de histórias, imagens, livros ou tv. Precisa viajar por si, com seus olhos e pés, para entender o que é seu. Para um dia plantar as suas próprias árvores e dar-lhes valor. Conhecer o frio para desfrutar do calor. E o oposto. Sentir a distância e o desabrigo para estar bem sob o próprio teto. Um homem precisa viajar para lugares que não conhece para quebrar essa arrogância que nos faz ver o mundo como o imaginamos, e não simplesmente como é ou pode ser; que nos faz professores e doutores do que não vimos, quando deveríamos ser alunos, e simplesmente ir ver". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Mar sem fim"- Amyr Klink)&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/38609962-3437615685596678843?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/3437615685596678843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=3437615685596678843&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/3437615685596678843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/3437615685596678843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Diário de bordo I'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/SB5-bdxrwBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tgY7fMJHFt0/s72-c/71261416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-1675597558022936639</id><published>2008-04-16T22:38:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:13:31.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem de hoje!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Olás!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hoje esta mensagem chegou até mim e achei linda pra compartilhar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Abraços!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nunca Te Digas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nunca te digas sem tempo para auxiliar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nunca te digas incapacitado para cooperar nas boas obras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nunca te digas sem ânimo para continuar enfrentando as lutas do teu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nunca te digas entregue às circunstâncias, sem disposição para viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nunca te digas fracassado na convivência com os familiares com temperamento difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nunca te digas desacreditado das pessoas, mesmo quando tenha sofrido ingratidões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nunca te digas sem aparo dos amigos que te assistem do Mais Alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nunca te digas inflexível em tuas opiniões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nunca te digas vítima de acontecimentos que, na maioria das vezes, desencadeaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nunca te digas sem Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Fonte: "Vigiai e Orai" - Carlos A. Baccelli/Irmão José&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Música: Over the Rainbow por Ernesto Cortazar&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/38609962-1675597558022936639?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/1675597558022936639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=1675597558022936639&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/1675597558022936639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/1675597558022936639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2008/04/mensagem-de-hoje.html' title='Mensagem de hoje!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-1167463974983919555</id><published>2008-04-13T13:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:15:06.757-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conheci Elis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Uma mulher forte&lt;br /&gt;Cantava a vida e a morte&lt;br /&gt;E muito mais&lt;br /&gt;Vivia cada acorde&lt;br /&gt;Na sua alegria e tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Se entregava&lt;br /&gt;Ria&lt;br /&gt;Fazia o que achava legal&lt;br /&gt;E só assim tinha sentido seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recusou-se a cantar num programa de tv&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando perguntaram o que ia fazer&lt;br /&gt;Respondeu, singelamente, cantar!&lt;br /&gt;E disseram: só?&lt;br /&gt;Que desperdício alguém daquela época não conhecer Elis&lt;br /&gt;Claro que ela foi embora.&lt;br /&gt;Se dava ao respeito e tinha personalidade suficiente&lt;br /&gt;Para lutar e viver o que acreditava&lt;br /&gt;E o fez muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não interpretou, viveu e morreu cada verso&lt;br /&gt;Era puro sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Emoção à flor da pele&lt;br /&gt;Para cantar&lt;br /&gt;E sentir cada letra, cada silêncio, cada pausa e suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quando escrevo também sinto este misto de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Alegria por conhecê-la, pessoa, obra e arte maravilhosas&lt;br /&gt;Fico orgulhosa, vibro a cada bela canção&lt;br /&gt;E também fico extremamente triste por não estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Pois uma pessoa assim merecia viver muito mais&lt;br /&gt;É como torcer para o herói e vê-lo morrer no final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ela disse, a vida não pode ser só isso&lt;br /&gt;E acredito que temos, mesmo depois dessa, muito mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço ao Ricardo pelos DVD’s, um presente especial que será guardado com muito carinho, e indico a todos:&lt;br /&gt;1. Elis: Na batucada da vida&lt;br /&gt;2. Elis: Doce de Pimenta&lt;br /&gt;3. Elis: Falso Brilhante&lt;br /&gt;(BandMusic – RWR – EMI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Música: Triste - por Elis Regina!&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/38609962-1167463974983919555?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/1167463974983919555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=1167463974983919555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/1167463974983919555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/1167463974983919555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2008/04/conheci-elis.html' title='Conheci Elis'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-182603958097160587</id><published>2008-03-30T10:53:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T11:49:39.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No mundo tem alguém que diz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Telegrama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeca Baleiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tava triste tristinho&lt;br /&gt;mais sem graça que a top model magrela&lt;br /&gt;na passarela&lt;br /&gt;eu tava só sozinho&lt;br /&gt;mais solitário que um paulistano&lt;br /&gt;que um canastrão na hora que cai o pano&lt;br /&gt;tava mais bobo que banda de rock&lt;br /&gt;que um palhaço do circo vostok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas ontem eu recebi um telegrama&lt;br /&gt;era você de aracaju ou do alabama&lt;br /&gt;dizendo nego sinta-se feliz&lt;br /&gt;porque no mundo tem alguém que diz&lt;br /&gt;que muito te ama que tanto te ama&lt;br /&gt;que muito (muito) te ama que tanto te ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por isso hoje eu acordei&lt;br /&gt;com uma vontade danada&lt;br /&gt;de mandar flores ao delegado&lt;br /&gt;de bater na porta do vizinho&lt;br /&gt;e desejar bom dia&lt;br /&gt;de beijar o português da padaria&lt;br /&gt;oh mama oh mama oh mama&lt;br /&gt;quero ser seu&lt;br /&gt;quero ser seu&lt;br /&gt;quero ser seu&lt;br /&gt;quero ser seu papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tava triste tristinho&lt;br /&gt;mais sem graça que a top model magrela&lt;br /&gt;na passarela&lt;br /&gt;eu tava só sozinho&lt;br /&gt;mais solitário que um paulistano&lt;br /&gt;e um vilão de filme mexicano&lt;br /&gt;tava mais bobo que banda de rock&lt;br /&gt;que um palhaço do circo vostok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas ontem eu recebi um telegrama&lt;br /&gt;era você de aracaju ou do alabama&lt;br /&gt;dizendo nego sinta-se feliz&lt;br /&gt;porque no mundo tem alguém que diz&lt;br /&gt;que muito te ama que tanto te ama&lt;br /&gt;que muito te ama que tanto (tanto) te ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por isso hoje eu acordei&lt;br /&gt;com uma vontade danada&lt;br /&gt;de mandar flores ao delegado&lt;br /&gt;de bater na porta do vizinho&lt;br /&gt;e desejar bom dia&lt;br /&gt;de beijar o português da padaria&lt;br /&gt;oh mama oh mama oh mama&lt;br /&gt;quero ser seu&lt;br /&gt;quero ser seu&lt;br /&gt;quero ser seu&lt;br /&gt;quero ser seu papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mê dê a mão vamos sair pra ver o sol...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-182603958097160587?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/182603958097160587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=182603958097160587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/182603958097160587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/182603958097160587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-mundo-tem-algum-que-diz.html' title='No mundo tem alguém que diz!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-4311727015912266670</id><published>2008-03-16T16:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:13:04.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A História do Bambu Chinês</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Na minha formatura, o paraninfo da turma, também Prof. Oswaldo, contou essa história que nunca mais esqueci!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Abraços a todos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Autor: Karma Tsultrim Gyamtso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de plantada a semente deste incrível arbusto, não se vê nada por aproximadamente cinco anos, exceto um lento desabrochar de um diminuto broto a partir do bulbo.Durante cinco anos, todo o crescimento é subterrâneo, invisível a olho nu, mas uma maciça e fibrosa estrutura de raiz que se estende vertical e horizontalmente pela terra está sendo construída. Então, no final do 5º ano, o bambu chinês cresce até atingir a altura de 25 metros. Um escritor de nome Covey escreveu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Muitas coisas na vida pessoal são iguais ao bambu chinês. Você trabalha, investe tempo, esforço, faz tudo o que pode para nutrir seu crescimento, e às vezes não vê nada por semanas, meses ou anos. Mas se tiver paciência para continuar trabalhando, persistindo e nutrindo, o seu quinto ano chegará, e com ele virão um crescimento e mudanças que você jamais esperava..." O bambu chinês nos ensina que não devemos facilmente desistir de nossos projetos e de nossos sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Em nossos relacionamentos especialmente, que é um projeto fabuloso que envolve mudanças de comportamento, de pensamento, de cultura e de sensibilização,devemos sempre lembrar do bambu chinês para não desistirmos facilmente diante das dificuldades que surgirão. Procure cultivar sempre dois bons hábitos em sua vida: a Persistência e a Paciência, pois você merece alcançar todos os seus sonhos. "É preciso muita fibra para chegar às alturas e, ao mesmo tempo, muita flexibilidade para se curvar ao chão".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-4311727015912266670?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/4311727015912266670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=4311727015912266670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/4311727015912266670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/4311727015912266670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2008/03/histria-do-bambu-chins.html' title='A História do Bambu Chinês'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-8105768074869717068</id><published>2008-03-08T20:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T20:24:10.195-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É bonita, é bonita e é bonita!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A vida é assim, tantos altos e baixos, tantas dificuldades, mas graças a Deus estamos aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Tantas alegrias e choros de emoção, alegria de estar junto e saudade por estar longe.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, infelizmente ou “felizmente”, adquiri um hábito ou um vício, não sei, de esquecer as coisas. Palavras que eu disse, coisas que eu fiz, mas uma coisa é certa sempre quis ser imortal e uma vez aprendi que para ser imortal era preciso compartilhar seus pensamentos, suas idéias, assim você sempre seria lembrado independente de sua existência física.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem-me pela “viagem” mas tudo isso é para agradecer a estas pessoas que me ouvem e que guardam um pouquinho de mim. Vez ou outra me surpreendo com alguma coisa assim:&lt;br /&gt;- A Lu falou: cuida do meu Pai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-8105768074869717068?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/8105768074869717068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=8105768074869717068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8105768074869717068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8105768074869717068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2008/03/bonita-bonita-e-bonita.html' title='É bonita, é bonita e é bonita!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-6439974373948671012</id><published>2008-02-09T13:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:29:13.858-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Poder das Cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Olá Pessoas Queridas! Tudo bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Recebi esta mensagem por email, e como acredito e gosto muito, compartilho com vocês!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Abraços!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Poder das Cores!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165005653166341106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/R63JRrPdO_I/AAAAAAAAALY/hb___h_kSMc/s400/amarelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Amarelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;força da mente. Cor que representa a inteligência e a sabedoria, o amarelo estimula o raciocínio e o trabalho intelectual. Além de aumentar a capacidade de concentração, os tons de amarelo estimulam a alegria. Essa tonalidade é recomendada quando se quer ativar a força da mente e dos pensamentos positivos – é ideal, portanto, para iluminar uma sala de estudos. Na cromoterapia, é usada para combater medos, traumas e neuroses, pois dá muita coragem e poder pessoal. Também é empregada para doenças relacionadas ao baço. O amarelo equilibra o terceiro chacra, o do plexo solar – localizado na boca do estômago.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165006112727841794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/R63JsbPdPAI/AAAAAAAAALg/PyEItww2RWs/s400/laranja.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Laranja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;alegre e sensual. Os tons alaranjados trazem alegria, otimismo e bem-estar. Revigoram e despertam o entusiasmo, ao mesmo tempo em que estimulam a libido e as funções sexuais. O laranja favorece a atividade mental e a vitalidade. Um abajur com luz alaranjada pode proporcionar esse efeito revitalizante e também ajuda a combater a depressão. O laranja está relacionado ao segundo chacra – que fica três dedos abaixo do umbigo – e rege os órgãos reprodutores, os rins, a bexiga, os intestinos e a pele. Na cromoterapia, é indicado para auxiliar tratamentos cotra depressão e cálculos nos rins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165006580879277074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/R63KHrPdPBI/AAAAAAAAALo/W4fsITShss4/s400/vermelho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, vibração da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quente e excitante, essa cor combate o cansaço e estimula o desejo sexual. Ajuda a afastar a tristeza e os sentimentos de culpa, mas em excesso provoca irritação e nervosismo. É associada ao chacra básico, localizado na base da coluna. Segundo a cromoterapia, o vermelho tem a capacidade de nos trazer à realidade e nos manter com os pés no chão. Nos mobiliza para a ação e a realização de projetos. Na parte física, estimula o sistema nervoso e ajuda a combater a anemia. Em casa, pode ser usado em uma luminária no quarto de casal para estimular a atividade sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165006911591758882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/R63Ka7PdPCI/AAAAAAAAALw/aluFWJ5-tOw/s400/violeta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Violeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, elevação espiritual. Cor associada à espiritualidade e à harmonia, o violeta purifica emoções negativas, como raiva e medo. Essa cor é associada ao chacra coronário, localizado no topo da cabeça. É uma tonalidade ligada a nossa conexão com os planos divinos. Transforma energias pesadas em vibrações mais leves e, segundo alguns cromoterapeutas, tem o poder de afastar o mal. A luz violeta é ideal para os ambientes onde é feita meditação ou para lugares que precisem ser purificados. Auxilia nos tratamentos contra infecções e ajuda a equilibrar o sistema imunológico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165008706888088626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/R63MDbPdPDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PjLrig4XWh0/s400/indigo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Índigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, o despertar da consciência. É a cor que simboliza a memória, a intuição e a consciência. Ele equilibra o sexto chacra, ou o do terceiro olho, localizado entre as sobrancelhas. Centro dos pensamentos, também é sede da imaginação e das boas idéias. Por meio do azul-índigo, podemos expandir a consciência e desenvolver qualidades espirituais como a compaixão e o desapego. No local de trabalho, na sala de estudos ou nos ateliês, ativa a criatividade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165009020420701250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/R63MVrPdPEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IBsz7O9vdvs/s400/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;doce como o amor. Representa o amor, a doçura e o romantismo. É associado ao chacra cardíaco, que fica no meio do peito. Tons rosados combatem a melancolia e ajudam a acalmar os sofrimentos do coração. As luzes rosadas no ambiente estimulam emoções positivas, fortalecem a auto-estima e a capacidade de perdoar. Na cromoterapia, é indicada para problemas cardíacos e circulatórios. Uma lâmpada rosa fraquinha pode ser colocada no quarto de casal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165009449917430866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/R63MurPdPFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lwfcBFlQEnY/s400/azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Azul-claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;paz e suavidade. Uma das cores mais benéficas, o azul traz serenidade. Cria uma sensação de calma interior, que relaxa o corpo e a mente, desperta a espiritualidade e nos permite entrar em contato com nossa alma. Associado ao frescor, tem propriedades calmantes, antissépticas e analgésicas. É a cor do quinto chacra, o laríngeo, que fica na altura da garganta e rege a comunicação e a auto-expressão. No corpo, esse chacra está relacionado a pescoço, boca, dentes, língua e sistema respiratório. Uma luz azul no quarto serve para acalmar crianças agitadas e diminui a insônia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165009849349389410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/R63NF7PdPGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/G7570Fdog_M/s400/verde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;equilíbrio e saúde. Por sua vibração harmônica e tranqüila, é considerado a cor do equilíbrio – e empregado para estabilizar as emoções. Ao lado do rosa, rege o chacra cardíaco. Os tons esverdeados também têm o poder de acalmar, purificar e aliviar a mente sobrecarregada. Na cromoterapia, promovem a cicatrização. Lâmpadas verdes podem ser usadas em qualquer ambiente, principalmente em consultórios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fonte: Revista Bons Fluidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Música: Caribbean Blue - Enya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-6439974373948671012?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meu carinho a todos através desta música que tanto me diz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-7137602624023363199?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/7137602624023363199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=7137602624023363199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/7137602624023363199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/7137602624023363199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2008/01/feliz-2008.html' title='Feliz 2008!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/R4qcOkONm4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pQEg9j57Qgo/s72-c/Hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-344247633442841949</id><published>2007-11-27T02:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T02:12:03.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo da Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/R0uYuTv02VI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qRQxWp888eI/s1600-h/7080162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137367721288456530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/R0uYuTv02VI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qRQxWp888eI/s400/7080162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu quero viver a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sonhar acordada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vagar no imenso breu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E no luminoso luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu quero dormir no amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sem hora pra acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sem rotina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sem estressar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Será que é pedir demais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Preguiça demais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ou a vontade de mandar nos desejos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E chutar a obrigação, a "burrocracia"?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quanto custa sonhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-344247633442841949?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/344247633442841949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=344247633442841949&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/344247633442841949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/344247633442841949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/11/mundo-da-lua.html' title='Mundo da Lua'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/R0uYuTv02VI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qRQxWp888eI/s72-c/7080162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-5560345535181635067</id><published>2007-11-20T12:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:11:22.072-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Negro Rei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Af7FUkBxEYA"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Af7FUkBxEYA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Af7FUkBxEYA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Pequena homenagem aos nossos irmãos negros que até hoje sofrem discriminação pela sua raça, pela sua cor, pelos seus costumes, pela sua luta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;Cidade Negra - Negro Rei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiiêêêêêê...&lt;br /&gt;Aê Mãe África&lt;br /&gt;Seus filhos vieram de longe&lt;br /&gt;só pra sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Aiiêêêêêê...&lt;br /&gt;Aê Mãe África&lt;br /&gt;Todo guerreiro&lt;br /&gt;no seu terreiro&lt;br /&gt;sabe sua vez&lt;br /&gt;e vai coroar o Negro Rei [x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aêêêê...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aiê,Aiê,Aiê)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;(Mãe África)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prende a tristeza meu erê&lt;br /&gt;sei que essa dor te faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;mas guarda esse choro&lt;br /&gt;isso é um tesouro&lt;br /&gt;oh filhos de rei [x 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol que queima a face&lt;br /&gt;aquece o desejo&lt;br /&gt;mas que Otim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sal escorre no corpo&lt;br /&gt;e a dor da chibata&lt;br /&gt;é só cicatriz&lt;br /&gt;quem é que sabe&lt;br /&gt;como será o seu amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;qualquer remanso é o descanso&lt;br /&gt;pro amor&lt;br /&gt;de Nanã&lt;br /&gt;esquece a dor&lt;br /&gt;Axogun&lt;br /&gt;faz uma prece a Olorun&lt;br /&gt;Na força de Ogum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prende a tristeza meu erê&lt;br /&gt;sei que essa dor te faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;mas guarda esse choro&lt;br /&gt;isso é um tesouro&lt;br /&gt;oh filhos de rei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aiê,Aiê,Aiê,Aiê)...&lt;br /&gt;Aiê Mamãe África&lt;br /&gt;Meu Ilê!&lt;br /&gt;(Aiê,Aiê,Aiê,Aiê)...&lt;br /&gt;Brasil Mamãe África&lt;br /&gt;Meu Ilê! [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Prende a tristeza meu erê..] [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aiê,Aiê,Aiê,Aiê...)&lt;br /&gt;Aiê Mamãe África&lt;br /&gt;Meu Ilê!&lt;br /&gt;(Aiê,Aiê,Aiê,Aiê...)&lt;br /&gt;Brasil Mamãe África&lt;br /&gt;Meu Ilê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-5560345535181635067?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/5560345535181635067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=5560345535181635067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/5560345535181635067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/5560345535181635067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/11/httpwww.html' title='Negro Rei'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-5469927908546645787</id><published>2007-11-15T19:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T19:12:02.769-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva e Paz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chuva e Paz de Espírito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Prazer em estar Vivo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133176679316117794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rzy0_jv02SI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FFa-H2LN99A/s400/Tulipa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TOCANDO EM FRENTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando devagar porque já tive pressa&lt;br /&gt;E levo esse sorriso porque já chorei demais&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me sinto mais forte, mais feliz, quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Eu só levo a certeza de que muito pouco eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Eu nada sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs,&lt;br /&gt;o sabor das massas e das maçãs&lt;br /&gt;É preciso amor pra poder pulsar,&lt;br /&gt;é preciso paz pra poder sorrir&lt;br /&gt;É preciso chuva para florir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que cumprir a vida seja simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Compreender a marcha e ir tocando em frente&lt;br /&gt;Como um velho boiadeiro levando a boiada&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tocando os dias pela longa estrada eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Estrada eu sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs,&lt;br /&gt;o sabor das massas e das maçãs&lt;br /&gt;É preciso amor pra poder pulsar,&lt;br /&gt;é preciso paz pra poder sorrir&lt;br /&gt;É preciso a chuva para florir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo ama um dia, todo mundo chora&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a gente chega, no outro vai embora&lt;br /&gt;Cada um de nós compõe a sua história&lt;br /&gt;E cada ser em si carrega o dom de ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;De ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs,&lt;br /&gt;o sabor das massas e das maçãs&lt;br /&gt;É preciso amor pra poder pulsar,&lt;br /&gt;é preciso paz pra poder sorrir&lt;br /&gt;É preciso a chuva para florir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando devagar porque já tive pressa&lt;br /&gt;E levo esse sorriso porque já chorei demais&lt;br /&gt;Cada um de nós compõe a sua história&lt;br /&gt;E cada ser em si carrega o dom de ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;De ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autores: Almir Sater e Renato Teixeira&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: Almir Sater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-5469927908546645787?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/5469927908546645787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=5469927908546645787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/5469927908546645787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/5469927908546645787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/11/chuva-e-paz.html' title='Chuva e Paz!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rzy0_jv02SI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FFa-H2LN99A/s72-c/Tulipa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-7155047646745011881</id><published>2007-11-11T17:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:35:29.189-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto de mãos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RzdaZZNpkAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hocTfMidz9Q/s1600-h/Campos+07227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131669692723335170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RzdaZZNpkAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hocTfMidz9Q/s400/Campos+07227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A mão que toca um instrumento&lt;br /&gt;A mão que carrega um filho&lt;br /&gt;A mão que segura outra mão&lt;br /&gt;A mão que toca meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mão artística&lt;br /&gt;Que escreve,&lt;br /&gt;Que transforma,&lt;br /&gt;Que divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mão que sustenta&lt;br /&gt;E alimenta&lt;br /&gt;A mão que renasce a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Em seus maravilhosos dons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mão que sabe expressar&lt;br /&gt;Que digita ou escreve&lt;br /&gt;O que o coração quer falar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mão que acena dizendo&lt;br /&gt;Oi, como vai, sim, está tudo bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mão que tem unhas pintadas ou não&lt;br /&gt;Com calos ou não&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Das minhas mãos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* música: viola enluarada&lt;/strong&gt;&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/38609962-7155047646745011881?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/7155047646745011881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=7155047646745011881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-8902010979716938805</id><published>2007-10-20T12:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T15:12:27.313-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RxoxIVZtCLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Gez3XKu1PHg/s1600-h/BLOG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123461545341028530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RxoxIVZtCLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Gez3XKu1PHg/s400/BLOG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Dias a mais ou a menos a Paz volta ao seu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Daqueles que, embora imperfeitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;(pra quem não perde o costume de querer ser perfeito)&lt;br /&gt;qualquer detalhe vira razão de viver;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;cada gesto é significativo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;e tudo é possível para aquele que sonha ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Às vezes é preciso ser como aquele pescador, aquele ali ó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;cuja imagem está refletida na água,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;não pensar em nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Nesses momentos damos um tempo pra mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;e tudo se renova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Beijos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;Música: Voa Bicho (Márcio Borges/Telo Borges)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;Voz: Milton Nascimento e Maria Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;Imagem: desconheço o autor.&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/38609962-8902010979716938805?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/8902010979716938805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=8902010979716938805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8902010979716938805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8902010979716938805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/10/paz.html' title='Paz!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RxoxIVZtCLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Gez3XKu1PHg/s72-c/BLOG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-8809909721942273486</id><published>2007-10-16T19:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:17:22.714-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RxU4K1ZtCHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/W6g9iiS5Zsw/s1600-h/adeus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122061909988542578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RxU4K1ZtCHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/W6g9iiS5Zsw/s400/adeus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Esta é a sua vida, custa a acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;Busca argumento, busca voltar&lt;br /&gt;Não dá, já foi&lt;br /&gt;Mas não adianta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enxerga...&lt;br /&gt;Não tem volta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolva o que puder resolver&lt;br /&gt;Viva o que der para viver&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que depende&lt;br /&gt;Exclusivamente de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobraram nós&lt;br /&gt;e nossos nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceita sua tristeza&lt;br /&gt;E sua alegria&lt;br /&gt;Viva cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Seja feliz com o que tem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se quiser chorar, chore&lt;br /&gt;Mas entenda...&lt;br /&gt;Não vale à pena.&lt;br /&gt;(a não ser para apagar a raiva branda que ficou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-8809909721942273486?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/8809909721942273486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=8809909721942273486&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8809909721942273486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8809909721942273486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/10/esta-sua-vida-custa-acreditar.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RxU4K1ZtCHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/W6g9iiS5Zsw/s72-c/adeus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-453190992794051353</id><published>2007-10-12T10:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:08:51.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tempestade E O Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Tempestade E O Sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Catedral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Letra: Kim - Julio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é frágil e viver&lt;br /&gt;é um lindo momento quando se sabe amar&lt;br /&gt;Notar a poesia perdida no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Rebuscar no eterno acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Será que o sonho acabou?&lt;br /&gt;Será que o que somos se foi?&lt;br /&gt;Sei que a tempestade dará seu lugar a um dia de&lt;br /&gt;sol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que vou te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o dia e a hora, mas sei o lugar&lt;br /&gt;Sei que você está bem&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, isso não me impede de chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos momentos, as nossas idéias presentes&lt;br /&gt;em todas as canções&lt;br /&gt;O que nós sentimos, os nossos desejos seguirão&lt;br /&gt;em nossos corações&lt;br /&gt;Você foi tão cedo, a vida é um mistério e ela não diz&lt;br /&gt;porque&lt;br /&gt;Mas tua semente hoje está presente e vai florescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que vou te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o dia e a hora, mas sei o lugar&lt;br /&gt;Sei que você está bem&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, isso não me impede de chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-453190992794051353?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/453190992794051353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=453190992794051353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/453190992794051353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/453190992794051353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/10/tempestade-e-o-sol.html' title='A Tempestade E O Sol'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-2786072194573499072</id><published>2007-10-10T22:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:02:02.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rw2D0VZtCEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RD2ThhlMrsA/s1600-h/photo20040310210229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119893286511511618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rw2D0VZtCEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RD2ThhlMrsA/s400/photo20040310210229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como eu queria ter conhecido esse cara!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixo flores e sua música preferida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-2786072194573499072?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/2786072194573499072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=2786072194573499072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-3582956118181847553</id><published>2007-09-26T01:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T01:11:56.029-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporada das Flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rvnb41ZtCBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hPEuqOxZyhg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114360621309954066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rvnb41ZtCBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hPEuqOxZyhg/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nos sonhos guardados, vividos e nos que ainda virão.&lt;br /&gt;Nos momentos de alegria plena, saudade e reflexão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nas evoluções, nas revoluções, nas canções”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela colaboração&lt;br /&gt;Na foto,&lt;br /&gt;Na música, e&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra vocês!!&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/38609962-3582956118181847553?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/3582956118181847553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=3582956118181847553&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-7761716964018345398</id><published>2007-09-16T17:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:33:37.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Pedi você&lt;br /&gt;Por favor&lt;br /&gt;Pedi carinho e amor&lt;br /&gt;Pedi você ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Pedi respeito e cuidado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisa bacana&lt;br /&gt;Encontro legal&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que acontece&lt;br /&gt;Etc e tal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distraio o coração&lt;br /&gt;Lendo tv e assistindo jornal&lt;br /&gt;E do abstrato quero o real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é plantar&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é regar, será?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das fontes, água&lt;br /&gt;Dos montes, grama&lt;br /&gt;Dos ventos, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Da vida, harmonia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Música: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.tempoesia1.hpgvip.ig.com.br/internacional/Shaaman/Fairy_Tale.mid"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fairy Tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Shaaman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-7761716964018345398?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/7761716964018345398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=7761716964018345398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/7761716964018345398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/7761716964018345398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='?!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-1694530586751540031</id><published>2007-09-16T17:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:23:29.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal gosto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Ru2Qg3MonAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HuKHFWEm87k/s1600-h/3738emo-messbrasil.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110900046382537730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Ru2Qg3MonAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HuKHFWEm87k/s400/3738emo-messbrasil.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O que houve com Agosto??&lt;br /&gt;Alguma profecia dizia que não teria&lt;em&gt; post&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me avisou&lt;br /&gt;Não vi, não sei&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-1694530586751540031?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/1694530586751540031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=1694530586751540031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/1694530586751540031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/1694530586751540031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/09/mal-gosto.html' title='Mal gosto!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Ru2Qg3MonAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HuKHFWEm87k/s72-c/3738emo-messbrasil.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-8086385849750021023</id><published>2007-07-29T11:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:49:57.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caçador de sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rqyh3w5mdyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3fvADYaMfkw/s1600-h/baloon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092623258040563490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rqyh3w5mdyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3fvADYaMfkw/s320/baloon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu queria postar a música "Carrossel" do 14 bis, mas não encontrei...&lt;br /&gt;Mas também amo esta, diz tanto...&lt;br /&gt;com este arranjo então,&lt;br /&gt;posso sentir meus sonhos decolando!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que seria a vida sem o sonho?&lt;br /&gt;Que brilho nos olhos traria?&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos dias de tristeza nos noticiários da tv&lt;br /&gt;e na nossa vida aqui mesmo, ao vivo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso acreditar no sonho, na alegria de realizá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar para alimentar a alma&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar para motivar o corpo&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar junto,&lt;br /&gt;Afinal sonhos guardados em corações amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nunca serão esquecidos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Beijos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;FotoArte: Bia Pontes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Música: Caçador de mim (14 Bis)&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/38609962-8086385849750021023?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/8086385849750021023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=8086385849750021023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8086385849750021023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8086385849750021023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/07/caador-de-sonhos.html' title='Caçador de sonhos'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rqyh3w5mdyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3fvADYaMfkw/s72-c/baloon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-401062217023696036</id><published>2007-07-01T12:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:09:22.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hora de levantar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RofPeM5Jy7I/AAAAAAAAACs/2XBIlgWFYoc/s1600-h/bird.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082258822274862002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RofPeM5Jy7I/AAAAAAAAACs/2XBIlgWFYoc/s320/bird.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Depois de tanto cansaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu quero relaxar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ó relógio ingrato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;De novo a despertar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mal consigo abrir os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas preciso levantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por favor, não faça barulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Preciso me acostumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Paro pra pensar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Como é bom respirar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E agradeço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por mais um dia acordar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Música: In the morning light (Yanni)&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/38609962-401062217023696036?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/401062217023696036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=401062217023696036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/401062217023696036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/401062217023696036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/07/hora-de-levantar.html' title='Hora de levantar!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RofPeM5Jy7I/AAAAAAAAACs/2XBIlgWFYoc/s72-c/bird.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-5713317294197419776</id><published>2007-06-22T00:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T01:34:24.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A arte de perdoar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RntP7YAJMMI/AAAAAAAAACU/b8YhcnRN6_I/s1600-h/Instituto+Israel+Pinheiro+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078740886264295618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RntP7YAJMMI/AAAAAAAAACU/b8YhcnRN6_I/s320/Instituto+Israel+Pinheiro+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pedir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Perder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Perdoar e ser perdoado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dizem que o perdão é o sentimento mais sublime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Exige muito mais do que o amor, embora um seja extensão do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O perdão não exige razão, existe pela vontade de se sentir bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pela saudade de encontrar alguém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Por motivos maiores e inexplicáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Entre duas pessoas um pode ceder e o outro aceitar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Já é um começo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mais louvável pode ser se perdoar, aceitar fraquezas e conflitos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E enxergar como uma nova oportunidade, um novo aprendizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"As oportunidades não devem ser negligenciadas" já dizia um prof. de fox pro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Música: Before I Go (Yanni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Foto: Inst. Israel Pinheiro - Brasília (LD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-5713317294197419776?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/5713317294197419776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=5713317294197419776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/5713317294197419776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/5713317294197419776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/06/arte-de-perdoar.html' title='A arte de perdoar...'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RntP7YAJMMI/AAAAAAAAACU/b8YhcnRN6_I/s72-c/Instituto+Israel+Pinheiro+(6).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-163949202166617084</id><published>2007-06-07T01:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:24:07.704-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feriado bom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RmeGWYAJMLI/AAAAAAAAACM/ShxiUFvboeU/s1600-h/atÃ©+300407+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073171224214450354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RmeGWYAJMLI/AAAAAAAAACM/ShxiUFvboeU/s320/at%C3%A9+300407+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pra lembrar histórias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fazer outras novas e divertidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pra lembrar da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Das pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pra encontrar pessoas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pra não viver à toa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4 P's pra vc's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Perdão, Paciência, Perseverança e Prosperidade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Foto: Pôr-do-sol em Piracicaba (Lu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Música: Até o fim (Engenheiros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-163949202166617084?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/163949202166617084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=163949202166617084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/163949202166617084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/163949202166617084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/06/feriado-bom.html' title='Feriado bom...'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RmeGWYAJMLI/AAAAAAAAACM/ShxiUFvboeU/s72-c/at%C3%A9+300407+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-2401450770257713449</id><published>2007-06-01T00:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:07:49.375-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Praticar a Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rl-NefJZLVI/AAAAAAAAACE/YgvtxeEiuYo/s1600-h/Instituto+Israel+Pinheiro+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070927260338957650" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;fotos: instituto israel pinheiro/brasília (lu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;trilha: paz/diógenes l. oliveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-8946235728338978701?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/8946235728338978701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=8946235728338978701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8946235728338978701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8946235728338978701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/05/mantenham-paz-aumentem-f-pensem-com-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rl-D6fJZLSI/AAAAAAAAABs/cD2VX-Jnf0s/s72-c/3642845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-8828761886022459111</id><published>2007-05-16T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:46:03.431-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rkp5W0pzNlI/AAAAAAAAABc/5MmkpmMkgLE/s1600-h/dali-salvador-explosion-7600041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064994163929593426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rkp5W0pzNlI/AAAAAAAAABc/5MmkpmMkgLE/s320/dali-salvador-explosion-7600041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;E o relógio quebrado continua a acertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;O mesmo relógio que deixei de usar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tela: Explosion - Salvador Dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Música: Send in the clowns&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/38609962-8828761886022459111?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/8828761886022459111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=8828761886022459111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8828761886022459111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8828761886022459111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/05/e-o-relgio-quebrado-continua-acertar-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rkp5W0pzNlI/AAAAAAAAABc/5MmkpmMkgLE/s72-c/dali-salvador-explosion-7600041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-3504206004410172958</id><published>2007-05-15T23:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:10:14.802-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rkp1U0pzNkI/AAAAAAAAABU/M3Oq7tHl4tU/s1600-h/Fotos+01+a+050605+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064989731523343938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rkp1U0pzNkI/AAAAAAAAABU/M3Oq7tHl4tU/s320/Fotos+01+a+050605+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Opostos dispostos&lt;br /&gt;Distantes próximos&lt;br /&gt;Próximos ausentes&lt;br /&gt;Próximos distantes&lt;br /&gt;Próximos instantes distantes&lt;br /&gt;Distantes instantes relevantes&lt;br /&gt;Para que distante volte a ser próximo&lt;br /&gt;E o próximo continue próximo.&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/38609962-3504206004410172958?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/3504206004410172958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=3504206004410172958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/3504206004410172958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/3504206004410172958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/05/opostos-dispostos-distantes-prximos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/Rkp1U0pzNkI/AAAAAAAAABU/M3Oq7tHl4tU/s72-c/Fotos+01+a+050605+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-5501489720174350877</id><published>2007-05-11T03:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T03:58:07.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Dia Perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RkQLVWz6LkI/AAAAAAAAABM/G48eFOKGum0/s1600-h/atÃ©+300407+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063184342599740994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RkQLVWz6LkI/AAAAAAAAABM/G48eFOKGum0/s320/at%C3%A9+300407+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dias felizes assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dias de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dias afins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Flores balançam ao vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Felizes como nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que aproveitamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cada minuto natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ah precioso dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não acabe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas você precisa mesmo ir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Então prometa voltar amanhã e depois e depois!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Foto: Bia Pontes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Música de fundo: Dia Branco&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/38609962-5501489720174350877?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/5501489720174350877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=5501489720174350877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/5501489720174350877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/5501489720174350877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/05/um-dia-perfeito.html' title='Um Dia Perfeito'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RkQLVWz6LkI/AAAAAAAAABM/G48eFOKGum0/s72-c/at%C3%A9+300407+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-8423191186235159568</id><published>2007-04-21T13:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T13:28:16.037-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços de Vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Tudo é lição para aquele que sabe aprender" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Clarice J. Dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Aceite que você não tem o controle, que você não pode decidir sozinho, que o universo tem seu próprio ritmo. Faça o que está ao seu alcance; faça a sua parte... e bem feito; da melhor maneira que puder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que não puder, entregue e espere... porque embora diga sabiamente a música de Geraldo Vandré (Pra não dizer que não falei das flores) “quem sabe faz a hora, não espera acontecer”, tem ocasiões nesta vida em que ‘quem sabe, espera acontecer e respeita a hora de não fazer’... até que um dia, o amor de repente acontece... porque seu coração estava exatamente onde deveria para ser encontrado!' Rosana Braga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Comemore o seu dia hoje, ele nasceu feliz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;&lt;no&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;no&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-8423191186235159568?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/8423191186235159568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=8423191186235159568&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8423191186235159568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8423191186235159568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/04/pedaos-de-vida.html' title='Pedaços de Vida!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-8983360856944567344</id><published>2007-03-27T13:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T13:56:48.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao Querido Renato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RglMpYbI-DI/AAAAAAAAAA0/L4ZKJycybiw/s1600-h/rr6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046649131259983922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RglMpYbI-DI/AAAAAAAAAA0/L4ZKJycybiw/s320/rr6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RglMR4bI-CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XuxNqgoQwAo/s1600-h/thumbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se estivesse vivo faria 47 hoje... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto tanta saudade como se fosse meu irmão, um dia quero encontrá-lo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conversar, cantar, tocar violão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Amizade é quando você encontra uma pessoa que olha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;na mesma direção que você, compartilha a vida contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e te respeita como você é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uma pessoa com a qual você não precisa ter segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e que goste até dos teus defeitos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Basicamente, é aquela pessoa com quem você quer compartilhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;os bons momentos e os maus, também." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Renato Russo - 1995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-8983360856944567344?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/8983360856944567344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=8983360856944567344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8983360856944567344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8983360856944567344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/03/ao-querido-renato.html' title='Ao Querido Renato'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RglMpYbI-DI/AAAAAAAAAA0/L4ZKJycybiw/s72-c/rr6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-1047173254990060901</id><published>2007-03-25T22:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:44:09.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensações</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Como é gostoso&lt;br /&gt;Deixar a chuva embaçar o vidro&lt;br /&gt;Ter dor na barriga de tanto rir&lt;br /&gt;Tropeçar na rua&lt;br /&gt;Tomar aquele sorvete de limão&lt;br /&gt;Comer pipoca, cenoura e pão de queijo&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir uma música que toca o coração&lt;br /&gt;Ler o texto que emociona a alma&lt;br /&gt;Te ver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sol de Primavera" - Especial e significativa música! Amor, amizade e faculdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-1047173254990060901?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/1047173254990060901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=1047173254990060901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/1047173254990060901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/1047173254990060901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/03/sensaes.html' title='Sensações'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-9119091527691942957</id><published>2007-03-12T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:13:12.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria ser como o Vento!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria ser como o Vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O vento sopra&lt;br /&gt;em teus cabelos.&lt;br /&gt;Eles flutuam no ar&lt;br /&gt;com liberdade e beleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria ser o vento&lt;br /&gt;para poder te tocar,&lt;br /&gt;para poder te sentir,&lt;br /&gt;sem te machucar&lt;br /&gt;nem te ferir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria ser o vento&lt;br /&gt;para estar ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;e soprar do seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;toda tristeza e mágoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E como mágica&lt;br /&gt;fazê-la flutuar&lt;br /&gt;deixar os problemas&lt;br /&gt;e sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhar sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;e sentir o carinho&lt;br /&gt;com que passo por você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-9119091527691942957?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-8373435775367894439</id><published>2007-03-05T22:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:34:09.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é tão rara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RezEu9wqORI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IQ9zEj67_AE/s1600-h/Fotos+01+a+050605+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038618394252425490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RezEu9wqORI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IQ9zEj67_AE/s320/Fotos+01+a+050605+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Paciência - Lenine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A vida não pára&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Enquanto o tempo acelera e pede pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu me recuso faço hora e vou na valsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A vida tão rara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Enquanto todo mundo espera a cura do mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E a loucura finge que isso tudo é normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu finjo ter paciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O mundo vai girando cada vez mais veloz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A gente espera do mundo e o mundo espera de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um pouco mais de paciência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Será que é tempo que me falta pra perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Será que temos esse tempo pra perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E quem quer saber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A vida é tão rara...Tão rara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mesmo quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu sei, a vida não pára...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A vida não pára não.&lt;/span&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/38609962-8373435775367894439?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/8373435775367894439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=8373435775367894439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8373435775367894439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/8373435775367894439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/03/vida-to-rara.html' title='A vida é tão rara!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RezEu9wqORI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IQ9zEj67_AE/s72-c/Fotos+01+a+050605+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-6257780136495085756</id><published>2007-02-25T12:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T13:02:54.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhei para o céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/ReGv24apmfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7622SUsSNdA/s1600-h/Praia+Skol+19.11.05+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035499215768885746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/ReGv24apmfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7622SUsSNdA/s320/Praia+Skol+19.11.05+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Olhei para trás e vi os anos de minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Anos de alegrias incontidas e sonhos de futuros incertos;&lt;br /&gt;Anos de lutas e vitórias,&lt;br /&gt;Vitórias que se desfaziam como fumaça na ventania,&lt;br /&gt;Que se transformavam em tempestade na roda do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhei para o futuro e nada encontrei.&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que percebi&lt;br /&gt;Que não existe passado nem futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo não passa de um sonho, uma ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só existe o eterno presente para ser vivido,&lt;br /&gt;O amor universal para ser sentido&lt;br /&gt;E o Ser Supremo para ser conscientizado".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sri Maha Krishna Swami)&lt;/span&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/38609962-6257780136495085756?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/6257780136495085756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=6257780136495085756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/6257780136495085756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/6257780136495085756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/02/olhei-para-trs-e-vi-os-anos-de-minha.html' title='Olhei para o céu'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/ReGv24apmfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7622SUsSNdA/s72-c/Praia+Skol+19.11.05+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-857086190621251905</id><published>2007-02-16T00:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:01:03.393-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RdUcvpil3II/AAAAAAAAAAM/P7RCuui6pJw/s1600-h/newcam1004+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031959763586768002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RdUcvpil3II/AAAAAAAAAAM/P7RCuui6pJw/s320/newcam1004+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Renascer&lt;br /&gt;Na sexta&lt;br /&gt;Novamente!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria&lt;br /&gt;De encontrar&lt;br /&gt;De viver&lt;br /&gt;De relembrar&lt;br /&gt;De saber o quanto eu sou feliz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Um dia você sentirá sua idade como a melhor de todas as idades, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e não trocará por nenhuma." San&lt;/span&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/38609962-857086190621251905?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/857086190621251905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=857086190621251905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/857086190621251905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/857086190621251905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/02/hoje.html' title='Hoje!!!!!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMkBK9E9nII/RdUcvpil3II/AAAAAAAAAAM/P7RCuui6pJw/s72-c/newcam1004+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-6203798083584698525</id><published>2007-02-04T22:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:55:31.065-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Combustível para a vida!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presentes da Vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coração vivo, livre, desperto, feliz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Certas canções são eternas"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Noites Com Sol&lt;br /&gt;Flávio Venturini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi dizer que são milagres&lt;br /&gt;Noites com sol&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje eu sei não são miragens&lt;br /&gt;Noites com sol&lt;br /&gt;Posso entender o que diz a rosa&lt;br /&gt;Ao rouxinol&lt;br /&gt;Peço um amor que me conceda&lt;br /&gt;Noites com sol&lt;br /&gt;Onde só tem o breu&lt;br /&gt;Vem me trazer o sol&lt;br /&gt;Vem me trazer amor&lt;br /&gt;Pode abrir as janelas&lt;br /&gt;Noites com o sol e neblina&lt;br /&gt;Deixa rolar nas retinas&lt;br /&gt;Deixa entrar o sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livre serás se não te prendem&lt;br /&gt;Constelações&lt;br /&gt;Então verás que não se vendem&lt;br /&gt;Ilusões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem que eu estou tão só&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fazer amor&lt;br /&gt;Vem me trazer o sol&lt;br /&gt;Vem me livrar do abandono&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração não tem dono&lt;br /&gt;Vem me aquecer nesse outono&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o sol entrar&lt;br /&gt;Pode abrir as janelas&lt;br /&gt;Noites com sol são mais belas&lt;br /&gt;Certas canções são eternas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-6203798083584698525?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/6203798083584698525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=6203798083584698525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/6203798083584698525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/6203798083584698525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/02/combustvel-para-vida.html' title='Combustível para a vida!!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-117019339148823603</id><published>2007-01-30T19:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:52:16.463-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Redescobrindo a poesia</title><content type='html'>Hora ou outra acontece&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes redescubro músicas que estavam ali&lt;br /&gt;Ou apenas surgem com um sentido a mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(para ouvi-la: &lt;a href="http://oteatromagico.palcomp3.cifraclub.terra.com.br/downplay.php?id=35463&amp;arq=o-teatro-magico_camarada-dagua.mp3"&gt;http://oteatromagico.palcomp3.cifraclub.terra.com.br/downplay.php?id=35463&amp;amp;arq=o-teatro-magico_camarada-dagua.mp3&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Camarada d'água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danilo Souza / Fernando Anitelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Camarada d'onde vem essa febre&lt;br /&gt;Nossa alegria breve, por enquanto nos deixou...&lt;br /&gt;Camarada viva a vida mais leve&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que ela escorregue&lt;br /&gt;Que te cause mais dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caixa d'água guarda a água do dia&lt;br /&gt;Não cabe tua alegria&lt;br /&gt;Não basta pro teu calor&lt;br /&gt;Viva a tua maneira&lt;br /&gt;Não perca a estribeira&lt;br /&gt;Saiba do teu valor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E amanheça brilhando mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Que a estrela do norte&lt;br /&gt;Que a noite entregou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camarada d'água&lt;br /&gt;Fique peixe de manhã, de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Fique toda hora que for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camarada d'água&lt;br /&gt;Fique peixe de manhã, de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Fique toda hora que for... e não for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você é riacho e acho que teu rio corre pra longe do meu mar...&lt;br /&gt;mar marvado seria o rio&lt;br /&gt;que correndo do meu riacho...&lt;br /&gt;levaria o que acho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pra onde ninguém pode achar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-117019339148823603?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/117019339148823603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=117019339148823603&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/117019339148823603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/117019339148823603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/01/redescobrindo-poesia.html' title='Redescobrindo a poesia'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-116942447918080819</id><published>2007-01-21T22:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:20:26.336-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Realejo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Impressionante com a vida se faz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As forças já se foram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas nenhuma canseira do mundo pode apagar um momento assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Ainda mais agora que encontrei a midi que tanto queria!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um dia perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Com direito à alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E visita de beija-flor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Realejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Danilo Souza / Fernando Anitelli)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Será que a sorte virá num realejo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trazendo o pão da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A faca e o queijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ou talvez... um beijo teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que me empreste a alegria... que me faça juntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Todo resto do dia... meu café, meu jantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meu mundo inteiro... que é tão fácil de enxergar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nenhum medo que possa enfrentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nem segredo que possa contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enquanto é tão cedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tão cedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enquanto for... um berço meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enquanto for... um terço meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Serás vida... bem vinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Serás viva... bem viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Será que a noite vira num vilarejo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vejo a ponte que levara o que desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;admiro o que há de lindo e o que há de ser... você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enquanto for... um berço meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enquanto for... um terço meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Serás vida... bem vinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Serás viva... bem viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Os opostos se distraem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Os dispostos se atraem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-116942447918080819?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/116942447918080819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=116942447918080819&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/116942447918080819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/116942447918080819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/01/realejo.html' title='Realejo!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-116929265290014771</id><published>2007-01-20T09:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T12:20:05.566-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aumente o volume e boa viagem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4117/3947/1600/43270/newcam1004%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4117/3947/320/249508/newcam1004%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Uma palavra caída&lt;br /&gt;das montanhas dos instantes&lt;br /&gt;desmancha todos os mares&lt;br /&gt;e une as terras mais distantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Cecília Meireles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-116929265290014771?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/116929265290014771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=116929265290014771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/116929265290014771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/116929265290014771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/01/aumente-o-volume-e-boa-viagem.html' title='Aumente o volume e boa viagem!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-116919866555003889</id><published>2007-01-19T07:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T07:24:25.556-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase 2h, Quase 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um quarto na Quinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E você na janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do meu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um dia que trás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Uma nova lua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Uma lua nova,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Uma nova fase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um vida nova!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-116919866555003889?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/116919866555003889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=116919866555003889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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poesia!&lt;br /&gt;E a vida sempre nos trazendo um presente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dentro de Ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti está a medicina&lt;br /&gt;E a razão de ser grande ou pequenino&lt;br /&gt;A natureza rústica e Divina,&lt;br /&gt;E o poder de fazer o teu destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti está a sociedade,&lt;br /&gt;De quem por certo poderás ser dono,&lt;br /&gt;O jeito de arrancar da eternidade&lt;br /&gt;A Harmonia que vive no abandono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti está o teu sacrário,&lt;br /&gt;A tua fé, a tua igreja, a tua cruz,&lt;br /&gt;A pobreza de ser um milionário&lt;br /&gt;E a riqueza de ser somente Luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti está o mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;O Universo na sua majestade,&lt;br /&gt;O meio de ganhar muito dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;E de viver também de caridade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti está a poesia,&lt;br /&gt;Todo o céu, toda a terra, todo o mar,&lt;br /&gt;O imensíssimo verbo da energia&lt;br /&gt;De quem um dia poderás falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti está a tua saúde,&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o não unido ao sim,&lt;br /&gt;O jeito de ser bondoso ou rude,&lt;br /&gt;E o princípio de tudo preso ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se acordares um dia em seu abrigo,&lt;br /&gt;A vida que de toda a coisa ri,&lt;br /&gt;O mundo será teu, meu caro amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo está dentro de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Bacelar&lt;br /&gt;Revista Pensamento&lt;br /&gt;edição1081 * 10/98&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-116896359314590187?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/116896359314590187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=116896359314590187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/116896359314590187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/116896359314590187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/01/dentro-de-ti.html' title='Dentro de Ti'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609962.post-116896308644308049</id><published>2007-01-16T13:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:48:18.753-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem-vindos!!</title><content type='html'>Sejam bem-vindos ao 1/4 de arte!&lt;br /&gt;Espaço dedicado às artes, à vida, a todos que quiserem fazer pArte e participar!&lt;br /&gt;Compartilhar idéias,  sonhos, poemas, poesias, músicas, histórias e receitas de vida. Um espaço sem limite, infinito e, um dia quem sabe, real!&lt;br /&gt;Cada visita, cada comment, cada click, será recebido com alegria!&lt;br /&gt;Pelo carinho e incentivo meu muito obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;Abraços!&lt;br /&gt;Lu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609962-116896308644308049?l=umquartodearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/feeds/116896308644308049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38609962&amp;postID=116896308644308049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/116896308644308049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609962/posts/default/116896308644308049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umquartodearte.blogspot.com/2007/01/bem-vindos.html' title='Bem-vindos!!'/><author><name>Lu Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136975863031383578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoGuBEZ2yg/Tf_7nndGJhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/klrgiXpKPAs/s220/DSC04705-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
