<?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-3645394067223121465</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:53:50.349-08:00</updated><category term='Garça'/><category term='Caribbean Sea'/><category term='A Arte de Washington Maguetas'/><category term='Outono'/><category term='Charles Chaplim'/><category term='Forte'/><category term='Big Wolf Lake - Michigan- EUA'/><category term='Poesia'/><category term='Vai e Volta'/><category term='Felliz Ano Novo de 2009'/><category term='Cayman Islands'/><category term='Halifax'/><category term='Feliz Páscoa'/><category term='Fraco'/><category term='Envelheço'/><category term='Presente'/><category term='Jardim'/><category term='Páscoa'/><category term='Canadian'/><category term='Be Happy'/><category term='Nova Escócia'/><category term='Flores'/><category term='Viva'/><category term='Renascer'/><category term='Feliz Natal para todos'/><category term='Minha Janela'/><category term='O Silêncio do Outono'/><category term='Tentar de Novo'/><category term='Olhe...'/><category term='Canção da Alma Caiada'/><category term='Ser Feliz'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Metade de Mim'/><category term='Pássaro'/><category term='Idade'/><title type='text'>Mara Bacellar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-3278081922438317303</id><published>2009-08-29T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:24:33.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garça'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vai e Volta'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SpndNcSqsOI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6aeKRNaAlB0/s1600-h/gar%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 457px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375570853245923554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SpndNcSqsOI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6aeKRNaAlB0/s400/gar%C3%A7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" Minha miséria prefere a vazia linha do mar, entre as lagunas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde ninguém ouve meu canto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou tão inofensiva que não há no mundo quem de mim se queixe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste e melancólica, fico à beira do mar salgado, pensativamente;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o coração sangrando de desejo pela água ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Disse a garça ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Vai e Volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O papel e a caneta não podem me abraçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas torrenciais também não param de rolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só Deus entende a dor profunda de minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só Ele compreende os motivos... dá-me calma! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barreiras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insônia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamentos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tormentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não diga que entende,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não diga: "&lt;em&gt;Vai passar...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspiro e suspiro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respiro e respiro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada pra consolar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ser como a garça e voar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para longe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para onde o vento me levar!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosely T. Sales&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-3278081922438317303?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/3278081922438317303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=3278081922438317303' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/3278081922438317303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/3278081922438317303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2009/08/minha-miseria-prefere-vazia-linha-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SpndNcSqsOI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6aeKRNaAlB0/s72-c/gar%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-2732517171592996995</id><published>2009-05-27T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:53:40.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Arte de Washington Maguetas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A &amp;nbsp;A R T E &amp;nbsp;D E ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sh4Gv5o-tNI/AAAAAAAAAmM/s4xP9ivlc0Y/s1600-h/A+arte+de+WM+1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340713628104307922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sh4Gv5o-tNI/AAAAAAAAAmM/s4xP9ivlc0Y/s400/A+arte+de+WM+1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W A S H I N G T O N &amp;nbsp;M A G U E T A S &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Flores, Frutas e Porcelana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sh4FdMPzmbI/AAAAAAAAAmE/iwllwX4rf2I/s1600-h/nm0130-05o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-2732517171592996995?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/2732517171592996995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=2732517171592996995' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/2732517171592996995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/2732517171592996995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2009/05/w-s-h-i-n-g-t-o-n-m-g-u-e-t-s-flores.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sh4Gv5o-tNI/AAAAAAAAAmM/s4xP9ivlc0Y/s72-c/A+arte+de+WM+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-8583082526831821353</id><published>2009-05-27T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:24:02.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canção da Alma Caiada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sh39McX1-BI/AAAAAAAAAl8/FcpZ9Yiz58Y/s1600-h/1228890369Vx4aNzj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 452px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340703123347732498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sh39McX1-BI/AAAAAAAAAl8/FcpZ9Yiz58Y/s400/1228890369Vx4aNzj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canção da Alma Caiada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi desde criança,&lt;br /&gt;Que é melhor me calar&lt;br /&gt;E dançar conforme a dança&lt;br /&gt;Do que jamais ousar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes pressinto&lt;br /&gt;Que não me enquadro na lei:&lt;br /&gt;Minto sobre o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;E esqueço tudo o que sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só comigo ouso lutar,&lt;br /&gt;Sem me poder vencer.&lt;br /&gt;Tento afogar no mar&lt;br /&gt;O fogo em que quero arder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De dia caio minh'alma.&lt;br /&gt;Só à noite caio em mim,&lt;br /&gt;por isso me falta calma&lt;br /&gt;e vivo inquieto assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Cícero Correa Lima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff152/senhora_rocha/Barrinhas/mvline21.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-8583082526831821353?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/8583082526831821353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=8583082526831821353' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/8583082526831821353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/8583082526831821353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2009/05/cancao-da-alma-caiada-aprendi-desde.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sh39McX1-BI/AAAAAAAAAl8/FcpZ9Yiz58Y/s72-c/1228890369Vx4aNzj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-9069413538337480432</id><published>2009-05-25T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:07:34.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/ShuEGcS4bPI/AAAAAAAAAl0/04MKBBU4BLc/s1600-h/hgfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340007029387324658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 432px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/ShuEGcS4bPI/AAAAAAAAAl0/04MKBBU4BLc/s400/hgfd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Minha alma tem o peso da luz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem o peso da música. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem o peso da palavra nunca dita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prestes quem sabe a ser dita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem o peso de uma lembrança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem o peso de uma saudade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem o peso de um olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesa como pesa uma ausência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a lágrima que não se chorou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem o imaterial peso da solidão no meio de outros!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clarice Lispector &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3645394067223121465-9069413538337480432?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/9069413538337480432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=9069413538337480432' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/9069413538337480432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/9069413538337480432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2009/05/minha-alma-tem-o-peso-da-luz.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/ShuEGcS4bPI/AAAAAAAAAl0/04MKBBU4BLc/s72-c/hgfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-5290954682364017971</id><published>2009-05-25T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:43:39.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Envelheço'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sht0hvEfhbI/AAAAAAAAAlk/SANJywJhipo/s1600-h/grape_glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339989906097669554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 409px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sht0hvEfhbI/AAAAAAAAAlk/SANJywJhipo/s400/grape_glass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENVELHEÇO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envelheço quando me fecho para novas idéias&lt;br /&gt;e me torno radical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envelheço quando o novo me assusta&lt;br /&gt;e minha mente insiste no comodismo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envelheço quando meu pensamento abandona a casa&lt;br /&gt;e retorna sem nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envelheço quando me torno impaciente, intransigente&lt;br /&gt;e não consigo dialogar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envelheço quando penso muito em mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;e me esqueço dos outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envelheço quando penso em ousar mas temo o preço da ousadia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envelheço quando permito que o cansaço e o desalento&lt;br /&gt;tomem conta da minha alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envelheço quando tenho chance de amar mas vence o medo de arriscar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envelheço quando paro de lutar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Saws2AGL6NI/AAAAAAAAJ9Q/b_z2rKyd6fQ/S1600-R/wb9g7taz52.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-5290954682364017971?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/5290954682364017971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=5290954682364017971' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/5290954682364017971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/5290954682364017971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2009/05/envelheco.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sht0hvEfhbI/AAAAAAAAAlk/SANJywJhipo/s72-c/grape_glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-3155370661881777965</id><published>2009-04-13T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:25:41.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metade de Mim'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SePtLl8EpWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/B-fQaFrLWqc/s1600-h/floral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 465px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324359967900476770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SePtLl8EpWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/B-fQaFrLWqc/s400/floral.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;Metade de Mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Que a força do medo que tenho&lt;br /&gt;não me impeça de ver o que anseio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a morte de tudo que acredito&lt;br /&gt;não me tape os ouvidos e a boca.&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;mas a outra metade é silêncio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a música que ouço ao longe&lt;br /&gt;seja linda, ainda que triste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o homem que eu amo&lt;br /&gt;seja sempre amado, mesmo que distante.&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é partida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;e a outra metade é saudade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que as palavras que eu falo&lt;br /&gt;não sejam ouvidas como prece, nem repetidas com fervor,&lt;br /&gt;apenas respeitadas como a única coisa que resta&lt;br /&gt;a uma mulher inundada de sentimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que ouço, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;mas a outra metade é o que calo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha vontade de ir embora&lt;br /&gt;se transforme na calma e na paz que eu mereço,&lt;br /&gt;que essa tensão que me corroe por dentro seja um dia recompensada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que penso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;e a outra metade é um vulcão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o medo da solidão se afaste,&lt;br /&gt;que o convívio comigo mesmo se torne ao menos suportável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o espelho reflita em meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;um doce sorriso que me lembro ter dado na infância,&lt;br /&gt;porque metade de mim é a lembrança do que fui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;e a outra metade não sei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não seja preciso mais que uma simples alegria&lt;br /&gt;para me fazer aquietar o espírito,&lt;br /&gt;e que o teu silêncio me fale cada vez mais,&lt;br /&gt;porque metade de mim é abrigo mas a outra metade é cansaço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta mesmo que ela não saiba&lt;br /&gt;e que ninguém a tente complicar&lt;br /&gt;porque é preciso simplicidade pra fazê-la florescer,&lt;br /&gt;porque metade de mim é platéia e a outra metade é a canção!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que a minha loucura seja perdoada&lt;br /&gt;porque metade de mim é amor&lt;br /&gt;e a outra metade também!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-3155370661881777965?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/3155370661881777965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=3155370661881777965' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/3155370661881777965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/3155370661881777965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2009/04/metade-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SePtLl8EpWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/B-fQaFrLWqc/s72-c/floral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-4140218833792166062</id><published>2009-04-13T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:48:16.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feliz Páscoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renascer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Páscoa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SePc3_1-ycI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/OE62Bxc_z3Y/s1600-h/Easter_Bunnies.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324342039070820802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SePc3_1-ycI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/OE62Bxc_z3Y/s400/Easter_Bunnies.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Páscoa...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;A Páscoa é a ressurreição das nossas almas!&lt;br /&gt;Este é o dia de renascer, começar tudo de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;De nos libertarmos do mal que corrompeu nossas almas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;e nos recobrirmos com o véu da pureza da alma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;que tivemos um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandonar tudo o que é velho e antigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;e olhar pra frente com coragem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nos dedicarmos à vida como quem sorve o sumo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de um fruto saboroso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hoje é dia de renascer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Feliz Páscoa para todos!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coolholidaygraphics.com/easter/dividers/easterdivider21.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/3645394067223121465-4140218833792166062?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/4140218833792166062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=4140218833792166062' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/4140218833792166062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/4140218833792166062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2009/04/pascoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SePc3_1-ycI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/OE62Bxc_z3Y/s72-c/Easter_Bunnies.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-2326072097669310248</id><published>2009-04-01T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:26:18.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caribbean Sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cayman Islands'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SdQ5APeNCsI/AAAAAAAAAko/GBdzj2btYYo/s1600-h/14893349_caymanWedpano2bsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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(5)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-2326072097669310248?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/2326072097669310248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=2326072097669310248' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/2326072097669310248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/2326072097669310248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SdQ5APeNCsI/AAAAAAAAAko/GBdzj2btYYo/s72-c/14893349_caymanWedpano2bsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-1627896418646404129</id><published>2009-03-29T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:26:55.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Silêncio do Outono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outono'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc_4dNZe-oI/AAAAAAAAAkg/AE64skQxanU/s1600-h/autumn_sun_by_ssilence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 464px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318742865644288642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc_4dNZe-oI/AAAAAAAAAkg/AE64skQxanU/s400/autumn_sun_by_ssilence.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;O Silêncio do Outono...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente chegou o Outono. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Céu pintado de nostalgia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Uma letargia se apossa de mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;No outono há uma pitada de tristeza no ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Eu amo essa estação... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Com ele chega o frio e as folhas começam a cair... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Gosto especialmente de suas tardes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;O outono é tranquilo, convida ao recolhimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;As cores cruas e o cheiro de terra molhada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;enchem-me a alma logo ao amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que bom é poder saborear esta nostalgia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Outono renova-me por dentro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;É nele que me encontro e é sempre um recomeço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m86/kayebear/alliekatz/Fall/fall22.gif" width="445" height="346" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, Simplesmente Outono!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mara &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xoKbDNY0Zwg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xoKbDNY0Zwg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Já perdoei erros quase imperdoáveis,&lt;br /&gt;tentei substituir pessoas insubstituíveis&lt;br /&gt;e esquecer pessoas inesquecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já fiz coisas por impulso,&lt;br /&gt;já me decepcionei com pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;quando nunca pensei me decepcionar,&lt;br /&gt;mas também decepcionei alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já abracei pra proteger,&lt;br /&gt;já dei risada quando não podia,&lt;br /&gt;fiz amigos eternos,&lt;br /&gt;amei e fui amado,&lt;br /&gt;mas também já fui rejeitado,&lt;br /&gt;fui amado e não amei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já gritei e pulei de tanta felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;já vivi de amor e fiz juras eternas,&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;quebrei a cara muitas vezes&lt;/em&gt;”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já chorei ouvindo música e vendo fotos,&lt;br /&gt;já liguei só para escutar uma voz,&lt;br /&gt;me apaixonei por um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;já pensei que fosse morrer de tanta saudade&lt;br /&gt;e tive medo de perder alguém especial (e acabei perdendo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vivi, e ainda vivo!&lt;br /&gt;Não passo pela vida…&lt;br /&gt;E você também não deveria passar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva!&lt;br /&gt;Bom mesmo é ir à luta com determinação,&lt;br /&gt;abraçar a vida com paixão,&lt;br /&gt;perder com classe&lt;br /&gt;e vencer com ousadia,&lt;br /&gt;porque o mundo pertence a quem se atreve&lt;br /&gt;e a vida é “muito” pra ser insignificante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles Chaplim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-5857469684101923435?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/5857469684101923435/comments/default' title='Postar 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(2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-2148795602805695699?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/2148795602805695699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=2148795602805695699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/2148795602805695699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/2148795602805695699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-que-eu-vejo-da-minha-janela.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc8UFu1hU3I/AAAAAAAAAkI/74R0zAnWsCU/s72-c/passaro+verde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-2143854639667049627</id><published>2009-03-28T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:29:08.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Janela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jardim'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc8M37xd2gI/AAAAAAAAAkA/gWqDVUGp6zw/s1600-h/1224969531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 475px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318483840025352706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc8M37xd2gI/AAAAAAAAAkA/gWqDVUGp6zw/s400/1224969531.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flores e um lindo jardim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O Que Eu Vejo da Minha Janela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Quando abro a minha janela,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beleza e cor me refrigeram os olhos e a alma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vista assim, sem pressa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a paisagem me convida a ser um pássaro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então me atiro desassombrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em seus braços de luz!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconstituo a memória dos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e, de algum modo, sou feliz!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3645394067223121465-2143854639667049627?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/2143854639667049627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=2143854639667049627' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/2143854639667049627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/2143854639667049627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2009/03/halifax-nova-escocia-canada-o-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc8M37xd2gI/AAAAAAAAAkA/gWqDVUGp6zw/s72-c/1224969531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-8725050107807890554</id><published>2009-03-28T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:31:07.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tentar de Novo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ser Feliz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc8DVe-yQ_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/-q4VGspiivE/s1600-h/idade+para+ser+feliz_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 421px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318473352576386034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc8DVe-yQ_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/-q4VGspiivE/s400/idade+para+ser+feliz_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Idade Para ser Feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe somente uma idade para a gente ser feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somente uma época na vida de cada pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;em que é possível sonhar, fazer planos&lt;br /&gt;e ter energia bastante para realizá-los,&lt;br /&gt;a despeito de todas as dificuldades e obstáculos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma só idade para a gente se encantar com a vida,&lt;br /&gt;viver apaixonadamente e desfrutar tudo,&lt;br /&gt;com toda intensidade, sem medo, nem culpa de sentir prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fase dourada em que a gente pode criar&lt;br /&gt;e recriar a vida, a nossa própria imagem e semelhança,&lt;br /&gt;vestir-se com todas as cores,&lt;br /&gt;experimentar todos os sabores&lt;br /&gt;e entregar-se a todos os amores,&lt;br /&gt;sem preconceito nem pudor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de entusiasmo e coragem&lt;br /&gt;em que todo o desafio é mais um convite à luta,&lt;br /&gt;que a gente enfrenta com toda disposição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de tentar algo novo,&lt;br /&gt;de novo e de novo,&lt;br /&gt;e quantas vezes for preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa idade, tão fugaz na vida da gente,&lt;br /&gt;chama-se PRESENTE&lt;br /&gt;e tem a duração&lt;br /&gt;do instante que passa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-8725050107807890554?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/8725050107807890554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=8725050107807890554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/8725050107807890554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/8725050107807890554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2009/03/idade-para-ser-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc8DVe-yQ_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/-q4VGspiivE/s72-c/idade+para+ser+feliz_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-2041554074198942927</id><published>2009-03-28T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:31:29.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ser Feliz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 401px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318467878244888562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc7-W1gcr_I/AAAAAAAAAjg/svmPgSSKryQ/s400/Dont_Worry_Be_Happy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quantas vezes nós pensamos em desistir,&lt;br /&gt;deixar de lado, o ideal e os sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes batemos em retirada,&lt;br /&gt;com o coração amargurado pela injustiça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes sentimos o peso da responsabilidade,&lt;br /&gt;sem ter com quem dividir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes sentimos solidão,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo cercado de pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes falamos,&lt;br /&gt;sem sermos notados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes lutamos&lt;br /&gt;por uma causa perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes voltamos para casa&lt;br /&gt;com a sensação de derrota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanta vezes aquela lágrima, teima em cair,&lt;br /&gt;justamente na hora em que precisamos parecer fortes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes pedimos a Deus um pouco de força,&lt;br /&gt;um pouco de luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a resposta vem, seja lá como for.&lt;br /&gt;Na forma de um sorriso, de um olhar,&lt;br /&gt;de um abraço, de um cartão, de um bilhete,&lt;br /&gt;de um carinho, de um gesto de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a gente insiste.&lt;br /&gt;Insiste em prosseguir, em acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;em transformar, em dividir, em estar, em ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Deus insiste em nos abençoar, em nos mostrar o caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele mais difícil, mais complicado, mais bonito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a gente insiste em seguir, por que tem uma missão....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SER FELIZ ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3645394067223121465-2041554074198942927?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/2041554074198942927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=2041554074198942927' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/2041554074198942927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/2041554074198942927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2009/03/quantas-vezes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc7-W1gcr_I/AAAAAAAAAjg/svmPgSSKryQ/s72-c/Dont_Worry_Be_Happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-6362439337343225082</id><published>2009-03-28T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:32:03.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olhe...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc71lx7bvxI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GJd_zqDzmS0/s1600-h/olhe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 481px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318458239377719058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc71lx7bvxI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GJd_zqDzmS0/s400/olhe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estiver em dificuldade&lt;br /&gt;E pensar em desistir,&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se dos obstáculos&lt;br /&gt;Que já superou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLHE PARA TRÁS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tropeçar e cair, levante.&lt;br /&gt;Não fique prostrado.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça o passado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLHE PARA A FRENTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir-se orgulhoso,&lt;br /&gt;Por alguma realização pessoal,&lt;br /&gt;Sonde suas motivações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLHE PARA DENTRO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes que o egoísmo o domine,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto seu coração é sensível,&lt;br /&gt;Socorra aos que o cercam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLHE PARA OS LADOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Na escalada rumo às altas posições,&lt;br /&gt;No afã de concretizar seus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Observe se não está pisando em alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLHE PARA BAIXO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os momentos da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Seja qual for a sua atividade,&lt;br /&gt;Busque a aprovação de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLHE PARA CIMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se afaste de seus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;pois se eles se forem,&lt;br /&gt;você continuará vivendo,&lt;br /&gt;mas terá deixado de existir! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-6362439337343225082?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/6362439337343225082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=6362439337343225082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/6362439337343225082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/6362439337343225082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2009/03/olhe.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc71lx7bvxI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GJd_zqDzmS0/s72-c/olhe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-8821025151052594419</id><published>2009-03-28T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:32:38.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fraco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forte'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc7uf4w6mPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/8SrBdB8qUD8/s1600-h/2qur6tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 431px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318450441552042226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc7uf4w6mPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/8SrBdB8qUD8/s400/2qur6tv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUANDO ME SINTO FRACA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENTÃO É QUE ME FAÇO FORTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sei que Deus não me criou&lt;br /&gt;para que eu me sentisse derrotada&lt;br /&gt;pelos problemas que a vida me apresenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus não me criou para o desânimo,&lt;br /&gt;que insistente, bate à porta de meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;sempre que alguma coisa não dá certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele não quer ver esta ruga&lt;br /&gt;que aparece em meu rosto, refletido no espelho,&lt;br /&gt;sinal de toda a preocupação que ocupa a minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele sabe que se hoje as coisas não me parecem bem,&lt;br /&gt;amanhã, à luz de um novo dia, elas me parecerão menos graves&lt;br /&gt;do que o impacto que me causaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele sabe, que não obstante, à pequenez de minha fé,&lt;br /&gt;no fundo sei que posso contar com a Sua proteção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que eu tenho certeza&lt;br /&gt;de que Ele não colocará em meus ombros&lt;br /&gt;peso maior do que eu possa suportar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que eu entendo que essas experiências desagradáveis&lt;br /&gt;pelas quais passo em minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;servirão apenas para elevar e fortalecer o meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;e enriquecer meu conhecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é por tudo isso que não devo esmorecer,&lt;br /&gt;não devo dar ao meu inimigo, seja ele quem for,&lt;br /&gt;físico, moral ou espiritual,&lt;br /&gt;o gosto da vitória sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus me criou para ser amada,&lt;br /&gt;principalmente por mim mesma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DEUS ME CRIOU PARA VENCER... SEMPRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/3645394067223121465-8821025151052594419?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/8821025151052594419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=8821025151052594419' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/8821025151052594419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/8821025151052594419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2009/03/quando-me-sinto-fraca-entao-e-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Sc7uf4w6mPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/8SrBdB8qUD8/s72-c/2qur6tv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-106892912629155668</id><published>2009-01-01T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:32:59.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felliz Ano Novo de 2009'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s257.photobucket.com/albums/hh214/MaraOrbison/?action=view&amp;amp;current=praiaanonovo-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 503px; HEIGHT: 351px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh214/MaraOrbison/praiaanonovo-1.jpg" width="602" height="449" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;FELIZ ANO NOVO DE 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquece os dias de nuvens escuras...&lt;br /&gt;Mas lembra-te das horas passadas ao Sol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquece as vezes em que foste derrotado...&lt;br /&gt;Mas lembra-te das tuas conquistas e vitórias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquece os erros que já não podem ser corrigidos...&lt;br /&gt;Mas lembra-te das lições que aprendeste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquece as infelicidades que enfrentaste...&lt;br /&gt;Mas lembra-te de quando a felicidade voltou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquece os dias solitários que atravessaste...&lt;br /&gt;Mas lembra-te dos sorrisos amáveis que encontraste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquece os planos que não deram certo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas jamais esqueça de TERES SEMPRE UM SONHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São estes os meus votos para o ano que se inicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que no Ano Novo encontres a Paz e a Felicidade&lt;br /&gt;tão desejada por todos nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-106892912629155668?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/106892912629155668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=106892912629155668' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/106892912629155668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/106892912629155668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-ano-novo-de-2009-esquece-os-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-2123280797189122483</id><published>2008-12-24T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:21:54.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feliz Natal para todos'/><title type='text'>Feliz Natal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 472px; HEIGHT: 410px" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/QqMhToPMGayLJwAebm9F/x435" width="524" height="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 475px; HEIGHT: 33px" src="http://users1.nofeehost.com/magiagifs/especialdenatal/barrasnatalmagia_arquivo/barrasnatalmagia58.gif" width="497" height="38" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;FELIZ NATAL PARA TODOS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-2123280797189122483?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/2123280797189122483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=2123280797189122483' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/2123280797189122483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/2123280797189122483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal!'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-1167658031843485995</id><published>2008-12-21T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:33:59.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pão e Bolo de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pão e Bolo de Natal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma série de bolos e massas são preparados somente para o Natal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;e são conhecidos em todo o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Panetone, é uma espécie de bolo feito de&lt;br /&gt;fruta cristalizada e tem origem nobre.&lt;br /&gt;No final do ano de 1395, o duque de Milão, Gian Galeazzo Visconti,&lt;br /&gt;resolveu festejar o recebimento de suas insígnias ducais&lt;br /&gt;com a criação de um pão diferente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;recheado de frutas cristalizadas e uvas passas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Por estar perto da época natalina, o aparecimento do&lt;br /&gt;Panetone ficou ligado à idéia de comemoração e felicidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;popularizando-se em todo o mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Na receita original vão os mesmos ingredientes de 500 anos atrás.&lt;br /&gt;No Brasil, a tradição surgiu depois da Segunda Guerra Mundial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;quando imigrantes italianos resolveram fazer o mesmo panetone consumido por eles na Itália na época de Natal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282342349573534242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SU6mYUBVMiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/qMJ28DN9g1k/s400/panetone.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panetone&lt;/strong&gt; (tradicional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;O Bolo de Reis, com a sua forma de coroa, suas frutas cristalizadas&lt;br /&gt;e frutos secos (amêndoas, nozes e pinhões), a fava e o brinde,&lt;br /&gt;é muito consumido na Europa, na época do Natal.&lt;br /&gt;O bolo está carregado de simbologia e representa os presentes&lt;br /&gt;oferecidos pelos Reis Magos ao Menino Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;A côdea (a parte exterior) simboliza o ouro;&lt;br /&gt;já as frutas secas e as cristalizadas representam a mirra;&lt;br /&gt;por fim, o incenso está representado no aroma do bolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bolo de reis tem origem francesa teria surgido no tempo de Luís XIV&lt;br /&gt;para as festas do Ano Novo e do dia de Reis&lt;br /&gt;e a ele era dado o nome de Gâteau des Rois. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282339167172240338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SU6jfEpvI9I/AAAAAAAAAUM/tuvz_LtIkSY/s400/bolo+de+reis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bolo de Reis&lt;/strong&gt; (tradicional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Com a Revolução Francesa, em 1789, este bolo foi proibido.&lt;br /&gt;Só que os confeiteiros tinham ali um bom negócio,&lt;br /&gt;e em vez de o eliminarem, passaram a chamar-lhe&lt;br /&gt;Gâteau des Sans-Cullottes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A receita do Bolo de Reis correu mundo, e muito contribuiu para isso&lt;br /&gt;a fama que o bolo ganhou de proporcionar prosperidade&lt;br /&gt;a quem comesse a fatia que possuísse a fava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282339684851056482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SU6j9NJ-_2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/1QnFK9TqmIw/s400/bolo+de+reis+3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bolo de Reis&lt;/strong&gt; (receita do blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Veja a receita de um Bolo de Reis bem simples, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;e com jeito brasileiro, no meu blog de receitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.receitasdamara.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.receitasdamara.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3645394067223121465-1167658031843485995?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/1167658031843485995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=1167658031843485995' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/1167658031843485995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/1167658031843485995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/12/po-e-bolo-de-natal.html' title='Pão e Bolo de Natal'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SU6mYUBVMiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/qMJ28DN9g1k/s72-c/panetone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-231682453459310266</id><published>2008-12-14T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:34:17.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Natal Que Eu Amo - A Estrela de Natal ou de Belém.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SUX07EcGzKI/AAAAAAAAARU/GT_U1ybZbz8/s1600-h/estrela+de+bel%C3%A9m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279895433802861730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SUX07EcGzKI/AAAAAAAAARU/GT_U1ybZbz8/s400/estrela+de+bel%C3%A9m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Estrela de Natal ou de Belém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Quando Jesus nasceu, conta a história,&lt;br /&gt;3 Reis Magos, vindos do Oriente,&lt;br /&gt;chegaram a Jerusalém, à procura do Menino-Deus,&lt;br /&gt;guiados por uma estrela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bíblia relata que uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;guiou os três Reis Magos e indicou o lugar&lt;br /&gt;onde era possível encontrar o Menino Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São muitas as teorias que tentam explicar este milagre.&lt;br /&gt;A primeira explicação astronômica foi a de que&lt;br /&gt;a Estrela de Belém teria sido um cometa.&lt;br /&gt;Esta imagem ainda é muito forte no imaginário popular,&lt;br /&gt;onde freqüentemente a estrela é representada com uma cauda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cometas possuem caudas que parecem apontar para algum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Dependendo de onde se observa o cometa,&lt;br /&gt;tem-se a impressão dele estar apontando&lt;br /&gt;para um ou outro ponto do horizonte,&lt;br /&gt;como poderia ter sido o caso de Belém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O astrônomo Johannes Kepler afirmou em 1606&lt;br /&gt;que a estrela era uma rara conjunção da Terra&lt;br /&gt;com os planetas Júpiter e Saturno,&lt;br /&gt;transitando por Sol e ao mesmo momento por Peixes.&lt;br /&gt;Esta conjugação se apresenta, aos olhos do observador terrestre,&lt;br /&gt;como uma estrela muito brilhante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grande e brilhante estrela de Natal,&lt;br /&gt;símbolo do próprio Jesus, a apontar o caminho de nossa vida,&lt;br /&gt;tem 4 pontas e uma cauda luminosa, como um cometa.&lt;br /&gt;As 4 pontas representam as 4 direções da Terra: norte, sul, leste e oeste.&lt;br /&gt;Isto significa que, de todos os lados vêm pessoas&lt;br /&gt;para adorar o Deus-Menino,&lt;br /&gt;que nasce e renasce em cada Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estrela de Natal simboliza o Menino Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;cheio de Luz e de Paz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://users1.nofeehost.com/magiagifs/especialdenatal/barrasnatalmagia_arquivo01/barrasnatalmagia40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-231682453459310266?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/231682453459310266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=231682453459310266' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/231682453459310266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/231682453459310266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-natal-que-eu-amo-estrela-de-natal.html' title='O Natal Que Eu Amo - A Estrela de Natal ou de Belém.'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SUX07EcGzKI/AAAAAAAAARU/GT_U1ybZbz8/s72-c/estrela+de+bel%C3%A9m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-8141356180079906796</id><published>2008-12-14T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:38:46.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Natal Que Eu Amo - As Velas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SUXxoNgKOhI/AAAAAAAAARM/cBXYmcIlzHI/s1600-h/velas+de+natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279891811283384850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 477px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SUXxoNgKOhI/AAAAAAAAARM/cBXYmcIlzHI/s400/velas+de+natal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Velas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Acender velas nos remete à festa judaica de Chanuká, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;que celebra a retomada da Cidade de Jerusalém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;pelos irmãos macabeus das mãos dos gregos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Lembramos também da remota festa pagã &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;do Sol Invencível dos romanos (Dies solis invicti), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;celebrada na noite do solstício de inverno, em 25 de dezembro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Os cristãos transformam-na na festa da luz que é Cristo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Na chama da vela estão presentes todas as forças da natureza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Vela acesa é símbolo de individuação e de nossos anos vividos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Tantas velas, tantos anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Para o cristão, as velas simbolizam a fé, o amor e a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Representam a presença de Cristo e Sua grande Luz, pois Ele disse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;"Eu sou a luz do mundo. Quem Me segue não anda nas trevas". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Logo, as velas de Natal enfeitam qualquer ambiente cristão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;levando luz e força ao mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Nos tempos mais antigos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;colocavam-se velinhas acesas nas árvores de Natal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;as quais foram sendo substituídas por pequenas lâmpadas coloridas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;que causam menos riscos de incêndios e queimaduras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Ao acender velas no Natal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;afirmamos nossa confiança em Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;e Lhe prometemos levar aos nossos semelhantes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;uma palavra de amor, de justiça, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;de compreensão, de paz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;pois elas renovam nossa fé a cada ano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;reavivando nosso empenho em ser como Jesus: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"luzes" de alegria e de paz, para aqueles com quem convivemos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://users1.nofeehost.com/magiagifs/especialdenatal/barrasnatalmagia_arquivo/barrasnatalmagia69.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-8141356180079906796?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SUXxoNgKOhI/AAAAAAAAARM/cBXYmcIlzHI/s72-c/velas+de+natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-7523680903757679332</id><published>2008-12-14T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:41:03.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Natal Que Eu Amo - Guirlandas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyVGG9BQLVQ/SSawC3wAnFI/AAAAAAAACOc/iQVIdR3S_Z4/s320/decoracao-de-natal-guirlanda.jpg" width="353" height="310" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A Guirlanda ou Coroa do Advento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A palavra "advento" vem da expressão latina &lt;em&gt;ad venire,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que significa "o que há de vir". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trata-se do período de 04 semanas que antecedem ao Natal,&lt;br /&gt;e que inicia o chamado "ano" da Igreja Católica.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse período, os cristãos se preparam para o Natal,&lt;br /&gt;para o nascimento do Menino Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em muitos países,&lt;br /&gt;durante o advento de natal,&lt;br /&gt;se faz com ramos de pinheiro&lt;br /&gt;uma coroa ou guirlanda com quatro velas,&lt;br /&gt;para esperar a chegada do menino Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Como o tempo do Advento tem 04 semanas,contém então,&lt;br /&gt;04 Domingos,que são denominados: Domingos do Advento.&lt;br /&gt;Para anunciar e celebrar esse período,&lt;br /&gt;costuma-se enfeitar as Igrejas e os lares cristãos&lt;br /&gt;com a Coroa do Advento: uma guirlanda, geralmente verde,&lt;br /&gt;sinal de esperança e de vida,&lt;br /&gt;enfeitada com uma fita vermelha,&lt;br /&gt;que simboliza o amor de Deus por nós,&lt;br /&gt;ao enviar Seu Filho como um presente&lt;br /&gt;para toda a Humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Coroa do Advento são colocadas 04 velas&lt;br /&gt;representando os 04 Domingos:&lt;br /&gt;no 1º Domingo, acende-se uma; no 2º Domingo, acende-se duas;&lt;br /&gt;no 3º, três e no 4º, as 04 velas da Coroa.&lt;br /&gt;Estas velas acesas representam nossa fé&lt;br /&gt;em Jesus Cristo Nosso Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;a grande Luz que vem iluminar a todos nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-6586554121061413081</id><published>2008-12-14T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:07:31.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Natal Que Eu Amo - Os Três Reis Magos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SUXlmAtU2nI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qvr0W3KbmzQ/s1600-h/reis+magos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279878579349674610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 501px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 409px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SUXlmAtU2nI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qvr0W3KbmzQ/s400/reis+magos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Os Três Reis Magos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;No tempo do Rei Herodes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;três reis magos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;chegaram do Oriente a Jerusalém: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Melchior, que era um ancião, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Gaspar, um jovem branco, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;e Baltazar, um homem de raça negra e barba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Em sua chegada, os reis magos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;anunciaram ao povo de Jerusalém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;que havia nascido o rei dos judeus em Belém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ainda que todo o povo tenha se alarmado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Herodes lhes deu permissão para viajar até Belém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;na busca do menino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;e pelo caminho uma estrela os guiou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;até o berço onde estava o bebê com sua mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Os três reis ficaram alegres ao vê-lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;e ofereceram seus presentes: ouro, incenso e mirra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Depois disso, regressaram a sua terra por outro caminho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;om medo da reação de Herodes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Desde então, o dia 6 de janeiro é celebrado em muitos países &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;pela chegada dos reis magos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 128px" height="136" src="http://img455.imageshack.us/img455/8296/gifts3pi0.gif" width="142" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Dos presentes dos Magos surgiu essa tradição &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;em 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-5671925920655859274</id><published>2008-12-14T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:51:02.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Natal Que Eu Amo - Canções de Natal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SUXAKxSczfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7v1HGdgnmcQ/s1600-h/cancoestop2jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://paperdesignsbybarbara.com/blog6/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/christmasbear.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/cantinhodadanividal/SJTUb24e2HI/AAAAAAAABJo/Wf0POAD8c7g/s800/NOTASMUSICAIS1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canções de Natal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjos cantores anunciam uma boa notícia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Glória no mais alto dos céus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e paz na terra aos homens de boa vontade!&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjos mensageiros surgem nos céus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;para confirmar o nascimento do filho de Deus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Pela melodia que entoam prenunciam um novo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;As primeiras canções natalinas datam do século IV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;e são cantadas até hoje na véspera de Natal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tkfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pjzF2-RYhxRWtSbRE9koX_cO8Xehw4bQ0gn-ayWa5crv3b0C1nQvvEr5gPVu5V2QVrMWpfkxkL2QrzGoJ2UmlwiUUXRW_NQLxP6XV7rdqitERxnkV0qgKdg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NATAL DAS CRIANÇAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Natal,natal das crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Natal da noite de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Natal da estrela-guia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Natal do menino Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Blim,blão,blim,blão,blim,blão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Bate o sino na matriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Papai, mamãe rezando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Para o mundo ser feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Blim,blão,blim,blão,blim,blão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;O Papai Noel chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Também trazendo presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Para vovó e vovô &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tkfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pjzF2-RYhxRWtSbRE9koX_cO8Xehw4bQ0gn-ayWa5crv3b0C1nQvvEr5gPVu5V2QVrMWpfkxkL2QrzGoJ2UmlwiUUXRW_NQLxP6XV7rdqitERxnkV0qgKdg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINOS DE BELÉM &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Bate o sino pequenino&lt;br /&gt;Sino de Belém&lt;br /&gt;Já nasceu&lt;br /&gt;O Deus menino&lt;br /&gt;Para o nosso bem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Refrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;É Natal, é Natal&lt;br /&gt;Sininhos de luz&lt;br /&gt;Replicai, badalai&lt;br /&gt;Que nasceu Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Paz na Terra&lt;br /&gt;Pede o sino&lt;br /&gt;Alegre a cantar&lt;br /&gt;Abençoe Deus Menino&lt;br /&gt;Sempre o nosso lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tkfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pjzF2-RYhxRWtSbRE9koX_cO8Xehw4bQ0gn-ayWa5crv3b0C1nQvvEr5gPVu5V2QVrMWpfkxkL2QrzGoJ2UmlwiUUXRW_NQLxP6XV7rdqitERxnkV0qgKdg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noite Feliz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noite feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Noite feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Ó Senhor, Deus de amor&lt;br /&gt;Pobrezinho nasceu em Belém&lt;br /&gt;Eis na lapa Jesus nosso bem&lt;br /&gt;Dorme em paz Ó Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Dorme em paz Ó Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite de paz, noite de amor&lt;br /&gt;Tudo dorme em redor&lt;br /&gt;Entre os astros que espergem a luz&lt;br /&gt;Indicando o Menino Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Brilha a estrela da paz&lt;br /&gt;Brilha a estrela da paz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tkfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pjzF2-RYhxRWtSbRE9koX_cO8Xehw4bQ0gn-ayWa5crv3b0C1nQvvEr5gPVu5V2QVrMWpfkxkL2QrzGoJ2UmlwiUUXRW_NQLxP6XV7rdqitERxnkV0qgKdg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Anoiteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;O sino gemeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;A gente ficou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Feliz a rezar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Papai Noel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Vê se você tem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Pra você me dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Eu pensei que todo mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;fosse filho de Papai Noel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bem assim felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Eu pensei que fosse uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;brincadeira de papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Já faz tempo que pedi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;mas o meu papai noel não vem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Com certeza já morreu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ou então felicidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;é brinquedo que não tem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tkfiles.storage.msn.com/x1pjzF2-RYhxRWtSbRE9koX_cO8Xehw4bQ0gn-ayWa5crv3b0C1nQvvEr5gPVu5V2QVrMWpfkxkL2QrzGoJ2UmlwiUUXRW_NQLxP6XV7rdqitERxnkV0qgKdg" /&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/3645394067223121465-5671925920655859274?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/5671925920655859274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=5671925920655859274' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Neve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SUXGzBuRnTI/AAAAAAAAAQU/x6Q5sLg9gwQ/s1600-h/papai+noel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279844718099930418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 435px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SUXGzBuRnTI/AAAAAAAAAQU/x6Q5sLg9gwQ/s400/papai+noel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Boneco de Neve &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nos países frios,&lt;br /&gt;as crianças se acostumaram a sair, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;nos dias que antecedem o Natal,&lt;br /&gt;para brincar na neve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;e criar seus próprios bonecos de neve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvJVXzM3cn8/SRSY-a1F2lI/AAAAAAAACIw/UszHbGr2b08/s1600/Snowmen01-748983.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;O processo é muito simples sendo necessário apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;armar duas grandes bolas de neve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;e colocá-las uma sobre a outra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Também é preciso uma cenoura para servir de nariz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;um cachecol velho, um chapéu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;algumas laranjas para os olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;e quatro galhos para servir de pés e mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvJVXzM3cn8/SQk6RsyGK2I/AAAAAAAABYw/NB4N8trm2kI/s400/JoySnowman~SLH3-710756.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;A tradição transformou o boneco de neve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;em peça de decoração de árvores de natal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;mesmo em países tropicais como o Brasil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvJVXzM3cn8/SRRE5afhzCI/AAAAAAAAB9A/so4RxyG-6No/s1600/snowman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-6566754459792794895?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/6566754459792794895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=6566754459792794895' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/6566754459792794895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>O Natal Que Eu Amo - A Árvore de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/glitters/a/arvore_de_natal-7364.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 52px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279486083515006754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SUSAnvyHvyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/FJBuxULCzqA/s400/barrinha+6.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Árvore de Natal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;A árvore natalina é simbolizada por um pinheiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;enfeitado de luzes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e de bolinhas vitrificadas coloridas, e para os cristãos e reúne dois símbolos religiosos: a luz e a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta uma lenda que havia três árvores próximas aos presépios: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma oliveira, uma tamareira e um pinheirinho,&lt;br /&gt;que desejavam honrar o recém-nascido Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A oliveira ofereceu suas azeitonas, a tamareira suas tâmaras,&lt;br /&gt;mas o pinheirinho não tinha nada a ofertar.&lt;br /&gt;Lá do alto, as estrelas desceram do céu&lt;br /&gt;e pousaram sobre os galhos do pinheirinho&lt;br /&gt;oferecendo-se como presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 461px; HEIGHT: 46px" src="http://users1.nofeehost.com/magiagifs/especialdenatal/barrasnatalmagia_arquivo/barrasnatalmagia58.gif" width="479" height="40" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tradição da árvore é bem antiga&lt;br /&gt;quando povos indo-europeus consideravam as árvores&lt;br /&gt;uma expressão da energia de fertilidade da Natureza,&lt;br /&gt;por isso lhes rendiam culto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A civilização egípcia considerava a tamareira&lt;br /&gt;como árvore da vida e a enfeitava&lt;br /&gt;com doces e frutas para as crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Roma Antiga, os romanos penduravam máscaras de Baco,&lt;br /&gt;o deus do vinho, em pinheiros,&lt;br /&gt;para comemorar uma festa chamada "Saturnália",&lt;br /&gt;que coincidia com o nosso Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Mitologia Grega, as árvores eram utilizadas para reverenciar deuses.&lt;br /&gt;Elas representavam as possibilidades de evolução e elevação do homem&lt;br /&gt;e eram consideradas intermediárias entre o céu e a terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://users1.nofeehost.com/magiagifs/especialdenatal/barrasnatalmagia_arquivo/barrasnatalmagia56.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na China, o pinheiro simboliza a longa vida&lt;br /&gt;e no Japão, a imortalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O carvalho foi, em muitos casos,&lt;br /&gt;considerado a mais poderosa das árvores.&lt;br /&gt;No inverno, quando suas folhas caíam,&lt;br /&gt;os povos antigos costumavam colocar diferentes enfeites nele&lt;br /&gt;para atrair o espírito da natureza,&lt;br /&gt;que se pensava que havia fugido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A atual árvore de Natal aparece na Alemanha,&lt;br /&gt;no século XVI e, no século seguinte, são iluminadas com velas.&lt;br /&gt;No século XIX, em 1837, a esposa alemã do duque de Orleans&lt;br /&gt;introduz este costume na França.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://users1.nofeehost.com/magiagifs/especialdenatal/barrasnatalmagia_arquivo/barrasnatalmagia67.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda no século XIX, a tradição chegou à Inglaterra e a Porto Rico.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1912, Boston, nos Estados Unidos,&lt;br /&gt;inaugura uma árvore iluminada&lt;br /&gt;numa das praças centrais da cidade,&lt;br /&gt;e isto se espalha pelo mundo,&lt;br /&gt;inclusive em países não-cristãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No século XX, torna-se tradição na Espanha&lt;br /&gt;e na maioria da América Latina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://users1.nofeehost.com/magiagifs/especialdenatal/arvoredenatal_arquivo02/magianatalarvore12.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Adoro tudo isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3645394067223121465-3578388119302273353?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/3578388119302273353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=3578388119302273353' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/3578388119302273353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/3578388119302273353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-natal-que-eu-amo-rvore-de-natal.html' title='O Natal Que Eu Amo - A Árvore de Natal'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SUSAnvyHvyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/FJBuxULCzqA/s72-c/barrinha+6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-4644417489403792162</id><published>2008-12-13T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:32:56.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Natal Que Eu Amo - A Lenda do Papai Noel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Lenda do Papai Noel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 405px; HEIGHT: 437px" height="470" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvJVXzM3cn8/SRciBsOrE1I/AAAAAAAACic/pfkO6lnCfu8/s1600/Untitled3122-706081.jpg" width="405" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quem nunca acreditou em Papai Noel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um velhinho com roupas vermelhas, barba branca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;cinto e botas pretos que passa de casa em casa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;para deixar presentes às famílias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;De geração em geração, a lenda do Santa Clauss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ganha mais realidade no mês de dezembro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;quando o mundo celebra o nascimento de Jesus Cristo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Será que ele existe? Será lenda? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bem, isso depende de cada um. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas diz a história que o bom velhinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;foi inspirado na figura de um bispo que de fato existiu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;São Nicolau nasceu no século 3, em Patras, na Grécia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando seus pais morreram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ele doou todos os seus bens e optou pela vida religiosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Com apenas 19 anos, foi ordenado sacerdote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;e logo tornou-se arcebispo de Mira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/mendes1961/SLTQ5ajcT3I/AAAAAAAADE4/uNlwkGyil6w/s800/imagens%20salvas%20390.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizia-se que na cidade em que ele nasceu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;viviam três irmãs que não podiam se casar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;por não ter dinheiro para o dote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O pai das meninas resolveu, então, vendê-las, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;conforme fossem atingindo a idade adulta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando a primeira ia ser vendida, Nicolau soube do que estava acontecendo e, em segredo, jogou através da janela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;uma bolsa cheia de moedas de ouro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;que foi cair numa meia posta para secar na chaminé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A mesma coisa aconteceu quando chegou a vez da segunda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O pai, afim de descobrir o que estava acontecendo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;permaneceu espiando a noite toda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ele então reconheceu Nicolau, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;e pregou sua generosidade a todo o mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A fama de generoso do bom velhinho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;que foi considerado santo pela Igreja Católica, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;transcendeu sua região, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;e as pessoas começaram a atribuir a ele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;todo tipo de milagres e lendas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.magiagifs.com.br/datas_especiais/especialnatal_arquivo/149gifnatalmagiagifs.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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Noel.'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvJVXzM3cn8/SRciBsOrE1I/AAAAAAAACic/pfkO6lnCfu8/s72-c/Untitled3122-706081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-6300198487848479053</id><published>2008-12-13T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:25:56.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Natal Que Eu Amo - O Presépio e a Estrela de Belém.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.exercito.gov.br/Recrutinha/2005/natal/img/estrela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279466259241908530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SURul0nGOTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Yc0dCTtZ-vE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O Presépio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;A tradição católica diz que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;o presépio surgiu no século 13, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;quando São Francisco de Assis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;quis celebrar um Natal o mais realista possível e, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;com a permissão do Papa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;montou um presépio de palha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;com uma imagem do Menino Jesus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;um boi e um jumento, todos vivos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;perto da imagem de Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;A palavra "presépio" significa "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;um lugar onde se recolhe o gado, curral, estábulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nesse cenário foi celebradada em 1223 a missa de Natal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;O sucesso dessa representação do presépio foi tanta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;que rapidamente se estendeu por toda a Itália. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Logo se introduziu nas casas nobres européias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;e de lá foi descendo até as classes mais pobres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 484px; HEIGHT: 68px" height="48" src="http://www.semprealegria.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/barrahz9.gif" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/3645394067223121465-6300198487848479053?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/6300198487848479053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=6300198487848479053' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Histórias do Natal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;O Natal é uma das festas mais importantes do cristianismo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;junto com a Páscoa e o Pentecostes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ele celebra o nascimento de Jesus Cristo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;em Belém, na Palestina, há cerca de 2000 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A festa é celebrada no dia 25 de Dezembro pela Igreja Católica Romana, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;pela Igreja Anglicana e por alguns grupos protestantes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;e no dia 7 de Janeiro pela Igreja Ortodoxa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na antiguidade, o Natal era comemorado em várias datas diferentes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;pois não se sabia com exatidão a data do nascimento de Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Foi somente no século IV que o 25 de dezembro foi estabelecido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;como data oficial de comemoração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As antigas comemorações de Natal costumavam durar até 12 dias, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;pois este foi o tempo que levou para os três reis Magos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;chegarem até a cidade de Belém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;e entregarem os presentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;(ouro, mirra e incenso) ao menino Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atualmente, as pessoas costumam montar as árvores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;e outras decorações natalinas no começo de dezembro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e desmontá-las até 12 dias após o Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todas as festas cristãs, o Natal é uma das mais bonitas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;pois é carregada de cores, de luz e de símbolos muito ricos em significados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Os símbolos não querem dizer diretamente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mas apontam para algo que vai além do nosso horizonte de compreensão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Dentre estes estão a árvore de natal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;o presépio, as velas, a guirlanda, o peru de natal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;os 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href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-natal-que-eu-amo.html' title='O Natal Que Eu Amo!'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SURg5ypRsBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xP0-IuoIpgM/s72-c/jpg_Christmas_Angel-764131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-2142440825796336264</id><published>2008-12-13T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:47:43.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Serenidade do Tempo É Um Bálsamo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SURB-zJnhbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/c8fAWy7kaJA/s1600-h/serrenidade+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279417210323305906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SURB-zJnhbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/c8fAWy7kaJA/s400/serrenidade+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Serenidade do Tempo é um Bálsamo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Guardo a identidade no bolso. Não preciso mais das etiquetas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;tampouco das datas que refazem os atalhos pelos quais cheguei aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Encapsulo a sensação de que todo o caminho foi necessário, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;e, por uma estranha sensação esotérica, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;como não acreditar em destino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Acreditaria mais se colhesse muito mais glórias do que já acumulo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Na verdade, não me tornei profissional das estradas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;apenas escolhi outras, que sendo mais estreitas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;me fizeram aprender à força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;E, hoje, os incertos dias parecem mais claros e amplos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;e é sempre a sensação apaixonada do começo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Às vezes, recupero frações da memória, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;que por sorte ou conseqüência, não fazem mais qualquer sentido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;nem têm qualquer utilidade atualmente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Decifro, descarto e passo pra próxima atividade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;deste meu interno mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;E não raro surpreendo minha boca num sorriso fácil e real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Domino o meu passado e acredito que o acaso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;nada mais é que uma lenda chamada “vida” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;rebordada por coincidências tristes e alegres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;É sempre bom ter nos arquivos dos dias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;a cartilha pronta para aprender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;e também o manual para fazer o “certo” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;e não cair pisando em poças d’água. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;É preferível afogar-se no lago próprio dos olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;de onde se vê a saída.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Quando tudo é possível, não há entraves para a mente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;A realização de desejos e sonhos é apenas uma certeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;condicionada ao esforço pessoal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;um dedinho de sorte e muita espiritualidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Poderia agora mudar de casa, de cidade, de estado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de país, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;levando uma bagagem muito leve e necessária. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O supérfluo, o inútil e tudo o que me causa mal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ficaria por lá, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;entre todas as outras coisas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;que já não têm importância...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Tudo teria cheiro de carro novo.&lt;br /&gt;Era só dirigir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adaptado do Blog 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href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/12/serenidade-do-tempo-um-blsamo-guardo.html' title='A Serenidade do Tempo É Um Bálsamo!'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SURB-zJnhbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/c8fAWy7kaJA/s72-c/serrenidade+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-8333389726412694298</id><published>2008-12-13T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:48:13.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confiança! Ou Você Tem ou Você Não Tem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SUQxUsoLC4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/PVKdslRUHDA/s1600-h/confian%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279398894831864706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SUQxUsoLC4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/PVKdslRUHDA/s400/confian%C3%A7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confiança! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou você tem ou você não tem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;É sempre fácil dizer: eu confio em você! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Mas no fundo... será que realmente alguém confia em alguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Ou confia desconfiando? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Afinal confiança leva horas para se construir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;minutos para se destruir e anos para reconstruir! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Segundo a definição do dicionário, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;confiança é a completa certeza quanto ao caráter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;habilidade, força ou veracidade de alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;ou de alguma coisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Durante nossa vida o ato de confiar é fundamental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;A confiança parece um cristal finíssimo, muito fácil de quebrar-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;A existência de confiança gera um clima positivo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;as pessoas cooperam mais, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;acreditam mais umas nas outras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;O mais importante, antes de confiar nos outros, é confiar em si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;A auto-confiança é tão importante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;como a que você tem pela pessoa que está ao seu lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Sem ela sua vida não anda pra frente! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;A confiança, para ser sólida, deve ter alicerces muito firmes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;com bases muito bem construídas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;A melhor forma de construir um edifício com bases sólidas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;para durar uma vida inteira, é usar material de primeira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Para se construir um relacionamento de confiança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;é preciso usar de sinceridade, verdade, transparência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Da mesma forma que, se a base do edifício for construída &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;com material de péssima qualidade ele ruirá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Se surgirem no relacionamento humano mentiras, máscaras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;fingimentos, a confiança se quebrará e não será mais como antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;A receita da confiança é respeito, carinho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;companheirismo e sinceridade! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A confiança é um edifício &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;difícil de ser construído, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;fácil de ser demolido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;e muito difícil de ser reconstruído!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augusto Cury&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-8333389726412694298?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/8333389726412694298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=8333389726412694298' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/8333389726412694298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/8333389726412694298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/12/confiana.html' title='Confiança! Ou Você Tem ou Você Não Tem.'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SUQxUsoLC4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/PVKdslRUHDA/s72-c/confian%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-7167770870215673261</id><published>2008-12-13T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:48:35.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confiar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog-br.com/uploads/a/Andorella/44180.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confiar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Confiar em alguém é como pertencer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;É ter-se dentro do outro com tamanha tranquilidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;que se esquece que sejam duas pessoas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;É uma oração, onde se pede e se agradece ao mesmo tempo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;no desespero confuso de poder-se tudo.&lt;br /&gt;É uma confissão de humanidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;De erros secretos, de prazer ininteligíveis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;A confiança é indivisível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Não se mede, não se pede, não se desculpa: existe “per si”.&lt;br /&gt;Confiar em alguém é doar um pouco de si ao outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;É creditar-lhe seus melhores valores, subtraindo-se seus possíveis defeitos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;É a cegueira premeditada e querida que alicerça o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A confiança desfila sentimentos elegantemente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;sem medo de se tropeçar.&lt;br /&gt;Confiar é escrever uma crônica do cotidiano com poesia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;E porque confio não estou só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;E estando acompanhada não me divido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;A confiança nasce misteriosamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Confiar em alguém é o infinito sagrado, se este existir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;A confiança não se explica em palavras, prosa ou versos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confiar é um ato de fé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;É o encontro natural de seres de vontades respeitadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;A confiança é misericordiosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Confiar em alguém é ver-se pelos olhos do outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;E, também, ver-se a si mesmo naquele que confia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;É entrega, e muitas vezes substituição do existir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;A confiança é o olhar mais terno e poderoso sobre o outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Confiar rima com amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;E não é coincidência! &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/3645394067223121465-7167770870215673261?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/7167770870215673261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=7167770870215673261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/7167770870215673261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/7167770870215673261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/12/confiar.html' title='Confiar...'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-4891149783749726031</id><published>2008-12-07T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:13:06.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marido é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="323" src="http://angelrose1.blog.uol.com.br/images/GIF014.gif" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-4891149783749726031?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=229970125291272637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/229970125291272637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/229970125291272637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/12/amigo.html' title='Abraço, Abraço, Abraço...'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-4675465552694218614</id><published>2008-12-07T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:49:10.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser Amigo É...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/STyJePiZgfI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xJQ8dV29UL0/s1600-h/amizade003fig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 408px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 441px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277244016031269362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/STyJePiZgfI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xJQ8dV29UL0/s400/amizade003fig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser amigo é ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Andar junto, mesmo que distantes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É ser legal, jamais superficial. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dizer o que pensa, sem ofensa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calar para ouvir, sem intervir. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falar sem rodeio, sem receio. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guardar o segredo, secar o pranto, dar o ombro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estar para o que der e vier, é jamais abandonar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É alguém com quem sempre se pode contar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser amigo, afinal .... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É ser especial !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/3645394067223121465-4675465552694218614?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/4675465552694218614/comments/default' title='Postar 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/STyJePiZgfI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xJQ8dV29UL0/s72-c/amizade003fig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-3688227406753528612</id><published>2008-12-02T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:49:51.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora, Que Eu Me Amo de Verdade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/STYPY1zwQHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_3iTVxf-Pto/s1600-h/ATgAAABMGskaEhIMls0FDv91Hq_rsp0UeWSyno1Q4YFs861Knt2wX37T7I7GNpVpn5P-yNE9sgPb80GYz2cNGL8qi-EOAJtU9VDNFM8bFy8N0GqUKLq9DaLdQtd8GQ.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275420932946542706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/STYPY1zwQHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_3iTVxf-Pto/s400/ATgAAABMGskaEhIMls0FDv91Hq_rsp0UeWSyno1Q4YFs861Knt2wX37T7I7GNpVpn5P-yNE9sgPb80GYz2cNGL8qi-EOAJtU9VDNFM8bFy8N0GqUKLq9DaLdQtd8GQ.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando Me Amei de Verdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, pude compreender que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;em qualquer circunstância, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;eu estava no lugar certo, na hora certa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje sei que isso tem um nome... &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auto-estima&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, pude perceber que a minha angústia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;meu sofrimento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;era sinal de que estava indo contra a minha verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje eu sei que isso é... &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autenticidade&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, parei de desejar que a minha vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;fosse diferente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;e comecei a ver que tudo o que acontece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;contribui para o meu crescimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje chamo isso de... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Amadurecimento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, comecei a ver como é ofensivo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;tentar forçar alguma situação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;ou alguém, apenas para realizar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;aquilo que desejo, mesmo sabendo que não é o momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;e que a pessoa não está preparada, inclusive eu mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje sei que o nome disso é... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Respeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, comecei a me livrar de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;o que não fosse saudável. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Pessoas, tarefas, idéias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;e qualquer coisa que me pusesse para baixo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;De início minha razão chamou isso de egoísmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje eu sei que se chama... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Amor-próprio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, deixei de temer meu tempo livre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;e desisti de fazer grandes planos. Hoje faço o que acho certo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;e no meu próprio ritmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje sei que isso é... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Simplicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de querer ter sempre razão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;com isso, errei menos vezes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje descobri a... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Humildade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de ficar revivendo o passado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;e de me preocupar com o futuro. Agora me mantenho no presente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;que é onde a vida acontece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje vivo um dia de cada vez. Isso é... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Plenitude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, percebi que a minha mente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;pode me atormentar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;e me decepcionar. Mas, quando eu a coloco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;a serviço do meu coração, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;ela se torna uma grande e valiosa aliada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Tudo isso é... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SABER VIVER!&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Agora, me amando de verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vida passa mansa como um riacho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que vou em direção a algum lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém só saberei quando chegar lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não tenho pressa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Mara&lt;/span&gt; &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/3645394067223121465-3688227406753528612?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/3688227406753528612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=3688227406753528612' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/3688227406753528612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-5280025813255023926</id><published>2008-12-02T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:50:14.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto Falta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/STYBUjit2mI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sHRHP9BGufo/s1600-h/banco-solitario-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275405466160978530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/STYBUjit2mI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sHRHP9BGufo/s400/banco-solitario-thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto falta!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto falta do que vivi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenho vontade de fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aquilo que o tempo não permitiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ou fui eu que não me permiti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Seria bom não me arrepender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Das oportunidades perdidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Das palavras pensadas e não ditas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sinto falta do tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Do tempo perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;De não ter tido tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;De ter perdido tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Agora nada poso fazer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nem lamentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Apenas caminhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tentando não errar e se errar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aprender com os erros, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Refletir com os acertos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Procurar melhorar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3645394067223121465-5280025813255023926?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object id="mediaPlayer" classid="CLSID:22D6F312-B0F6-11D0-94AB-0080C74C7E95" standby="Loading Microsoft Windows Media Player components..." width="200" codebase="hhttp://activex.microsoft.com/activex/controls/mplayer/en/nsmp2inf.cab#Version=6,0,02,0902" height="80" type="application/x-oleobject"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param value="mms://wstream5g.di.fm/lovemusic" name="fileName"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param value="1" name="animationatStart"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param value="1" name="transparentatStart"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param value="1" name="autoStart"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param value="1" name="ShowControls"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param value="0" name="ShowDisplay"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param value="1" name="ShowStatusBar"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param value="0" 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type='text'>Fácil e Difícil!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 477px; HEIGHT: 314px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iuE-GxrAkVk/SGZLdG52gWI/AAAAAAAAiLU/eViZ5xn1G2Y/s1600/%3D%3Fiso-8859-1%3FB%3Fb3V0b25vIG5hIHN1aedhIDQuanBn%3F%3D-740283" width="655" height="437" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;Fácil e Difícil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falar é completamente fácil, quando se tem palavras em mente&lt;br /&gt;que se expresse sua opinião...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é expressar por gestos e atitudes,&lt;br /&gt;o que realmente queremos dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é julgar pessoas que estão sendo expostas pelas circunstâncias...&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é encontrar e refletir sobre os seus próprios erros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é fazer companhia a alguém, dizer o que ela deseja ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é ser amigo para todas as horas e dizer a verdade quando for preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é analisar a situação alheia e poder aconselhar sobre a mesma...&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é vivenciar esta situação e saber o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é demonstrar raiva e impaciência quando algo o deixa irritado...&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é expressar o seu amor a alguém que realmente te conhece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é viver sem ter que se preocupar com o amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é questionar e tentar melhorar suas atitudes impulsivas&lt;br /&gt;e às vezes impetuosas, a cada dia que passa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é mentir aos quatro ventos o que tentamos camuflar...&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é mentir para o nosso coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é ver o que queremos enxergar...&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é saber que nos iludimos com o que achávamos ter visto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é ditar regras e...&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é segui-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-5126868227402959449?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/5126868227402959449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=5126868227402959449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/5126868227402959449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/5126868227402959449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/12/fcil-e-difcil.html' title='Fácil e Difícil!'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iuE-GxrAkVk/SGZLdG52gWI/AAAAAAAAiLU/eViZ5xn1G2Y/s72-c/%3D%3Fiso-8859-1%3FB%3Fb3V0b25vIG5hIHN1aedhIDQuanBn%3F%3D-740283' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-7108980646539309750</id><published>2008-12-02T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:02:14.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não se Perturbe Por Nada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 475px; HEIGHT: 375px" src="http://fotocache01.stormap.sapo.pt/fotostore02/fotos//10/4d/e4/4574995_Wqzdb.jpeg" width="474" height="802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não se perturbe por nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você vence uma grande dificuldade&lt;br /&gt;e consegue manter firme o equilibrio,&lt;br /&gt;a sua capacidade de resistir cresce&lt;br /&gt;e você faz mais conquistas internas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que você adquire mais uma resistência,&lt;br /&gt;há um aumento nas suas forças&lt;br /&gt;para sobrepor os obstáculos,&lt;br /&gt;e formar uma idéia precisa de como agir,&lt;br /&gt;e ler um futuro promissor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja forte sempre&lt;br /&gt;O acréscimo nas suas forças vem&lt;br /&gt;da sua crença em você e em Deus,&lt;br /&gt;de estar pronto para o que der e vier,&lt;br /&gt;sem nada temer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sair bem de um problema é sentir que dele&lt;br /&gt;se saiu mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Lourival Lopes&lt;/span&gt; &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/3645394067223121465-7108980646539309750?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/7108980646539309750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=7108980646539309750' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/7108980646539309750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px; WIDTH: 424px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275398489602862898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/STX6-d1pLzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/D1tPV7Xtdgw/s400/0171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NÃO SEI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei... se a vida é curta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei... Não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida é curta ou longa demais para nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que nada do que vivemos tem sentido,&lt;br /&gt;se não tocarmos o coração das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes basta ser:&lt;br /&gt;colo que acolhe,&lt;br /&gt;braço que envolve,&lt;br /&gt;palavra que conforta,&lt;br /&gt;silêncio que respeita,&lt;br /&gt;alegria que contagia,&lt;br /&gt;lágrima que corre,&lt;br /&gt;olhar que sacia,&lt;br /&gt;amor que promove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso não é coisa de outro mundo:é o que dá sentido à vida.&lt;br /&gt;É o que faz com que ela não seja nem curta, nem longa demais,&lt;br /&gt;mas que seja intensa,verdadeira e pura... enquanto durar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cora Coralina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&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/3645394067223121465-7423227909691637259?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/7423227909691637259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=7423227909691637259' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/7423227909691637259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/7423227909691637259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-sei.html' title='Não Sei...'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/STX6-d1pLzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/D1tPV7Xtdgw/s72-c/0171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-744033655232309714</id><published>2008-11-11T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:03:45.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem Virtual ao Canadá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viagem Virtual ao Canadá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;por Mara Orbison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ebf5d906c3c9d758" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-8948214396547191057</id><published>2008-11-10T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:04:04.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não espere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SRjjrHT67rI/AAAAAAAAANc/I7CK7tYEpj0/s1600-h/outono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 468px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267210094046277298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SRjjrHT67rI/AAAAAAAAANc/I7CK7tYEpj0/s400/outono.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;Não Espere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Não espere um sorriso para ser gentil.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere ser amado para amar.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere ficar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;para reconhecer o valor de quem está ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere ficar de luto&lt;br /&gt;para reconhecer o que hoje é importante em sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;E especialmente quem hoje é importante em sua vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere o melhor emprego para começar a trabalhar.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a queda para lembrar-se de um conselho.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a enfermidade&lt;br /&gt;para reconhecer o quão frágil é a vida.&lt;br /&gt;E quanto você deve cuidar dela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere pessoas perfeitas&lt;br /&gt;para se apaixonar.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a mágoa para pedir perdão.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a separação&lt;br /&gt;para buscar a reconciliação.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a dor&lt;br /&gt;para acreditar em oração ou adquirir a fé.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere elogios&lt;br /&gt;para acreditar em si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, não espere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere ter tempo para servir.&lt;br /&gt;E não espere que o outro tome a iniciativa&lt;br /&gt;se você foi o culpado.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere o "eu te amo"&lt;br /&gt;para dizer "eu também".&lt;br /&gt;Não espere ter dinheiro aos montes&lt;br /&gt;para contribuir e ajudar alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare de esperar: a vida é feita do presente!&lt;br /&gt;É vivida hoje!&lt;br /&gt;Se aprende com o passado.&lt;br /&gt;Se deseja coisas para o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Se sonha com o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se vive no presente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, não espere o dia da sua morte,&lt;br /&gt;Sem antes amar a vida verdadeiramente.&lt;br /&gt;Somente você é capaz de não esperar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-8948214396547191057?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/8948214396547191057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=8948214396547191057' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/8948214396547191057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/8948214396547191057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-espere.html' title='Não espere'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SRjjrHT67rI/AAAAAAAAANc/I7CK7tYEpj0/s72-c/outono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-5797689585516889026</id><published>2008-11-03T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:23:05.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senhor Me Proteja Neste Dia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SRETvKRyS_I/AAAAAAAAANU/UlpejwO5kts/s1600-h/tres+arvores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 467px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265011140306553842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SRETvKRyS_I/AAAAAAAAANU/UlpejwO5kts/s400/tres+arvores.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deus...&lt;br /&gt;Dai-me o poder de não desanimar,&lt;br /&gt;de poder olhar para o futuro com alegria,&lt;br /&gt;de esperar todos os dias algo bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus...&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe desistir.&lt;br /&gt;Me dê forças para acordar&lt;br /&gt;e enfrentar mais um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Levante meus olhos para a vida,&lt;br /&gt;e que ela possa me parecer linda sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus...&lt;br /&gt;Não permita que eu saia do meu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo estando em dificuldades,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que pareça impossível chegar até o fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus...&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que eu me esvazie,&lt;br /&gt;que me sinta triste e sem coragem.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que eu pare,&lt;br /&gt;diante de situações difíceis.&lt;br /&gt;Que eu me distancie dos meus sonhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus...&lt;br /&gt;Só o Senhor tem o poder de me iluminar,&lt;br /&gt;então, faça da minha vida uma claridade plena,&lt;br /&gt;faça que meu coração sinta a luz do Seu amor,&lt;br /&gt;e que eu possa dar Esse amor a todos à minha volta,&lt;br /&gt;sem medir esforços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus meu... no dia do meu aniversário,&lt;br /&gt;eis sua filha implorando ajuda&lt;br /&gt;pois sem a sua mão estendida,&lt;br /&gt;nada neste mundo pode ser feito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus... lhe peço ainda:&lt;br /&gt;- Não me abandone,&lt;br /&gt;não me deixe nunca,&lt;br /&gt;e que minhas esperanças,&lt;br /&gt;de que tudo vai dar certo,&lt;br /&gt;se renovem a cada dia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Me proteja Senhor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;neste dia, 03 de novembro,&lt;br /&gt;e para sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-5797689585516889026?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/5797689585516889026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=5797689585516889026' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/5797689585516889026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/5797689585516889026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/11/meu-niver.html' title='Senhor Me Proteja Neste Dia!'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SRETvKRyS_I/AAAAAAAAANU/UlpejwO5kts/s72-c/tres+arvores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-1095327566187319473</id><published>2008-11-03T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:05:27.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Aniversário Mara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.illpic.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="Cool Stuff at iLLpic" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/tephies/Birthday/b10.gif" width="486" height="496" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Feliz Aniversário Mara! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que você tenha de tudo um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Sensibilidade, coragem, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bondade,&lt;br /&gt;humildade, tranqüilidade, alegria,&lt;br /&gt;amor próprio e principalmente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fé...&lt;br /&gt;para iluminar o seu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;lhe guiar, lhe sustentar&lt;br /&gt;e fazer você sentir-se segura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceridade...&lt;br /&gt;para que seja sempre verdadeira,&lt;br /&gt;goste de você e viva feliz e melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizade...&lt;br /&gt;para descobrir que quem tem um amigo&lt;br /&gt;tem um tesouro raro!&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem uma família tem tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor...&lt;br /&gt;para descobrir que existe um sol dentro de você.&lt;br /&gt;Que você se sinta feliz a cada amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;e saiba que o AMOR é a razão maior da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade hoje e Sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-1095327566187319473?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/1095327566187319473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=1095327566187319473' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/1095327566187319473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/1095327566187319473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/11/feliz-aniversrio.html' title='Feliz Aniversário Mara!'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a137/tephies/Birthday/th_b10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-8671980847366215276</id><published>2008-11-03T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:05:47.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Mara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Recados para o orkut" href="http://www.recados.net/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="parabens - Recados Para Orkut" src="http://images.recados.net/img/recados/Parabens_1132836087_parabens035.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;MEU ANIVERSÁRIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia do meu aniversário&lt;br /&gt;Me pego desejando-me Felicidades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho alguém desejar o melhor para si,&lt;br /&gt;Mas é o que no momento me ocorre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que minhas vontades sejam todas satisfeitas!&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, a data é importante porque Eu nasci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos familiares, quero amor incondicional.&lt;br /&gt;Do meu amor, a compreensão costumeira.&lt;br /&gt;Dos grandes amigos, total dedicação.&lt;br /&gt;Dos amigos distantes, ótimas recordações.&lt;br /&gt;Dos colegas de trabalho, companheirsmo total!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que todos me visitem ou mesmo telefonem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que não se esqueçam desta data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que meu interior alcance a perfeição.&lt;br /&gt;Que minha luz nunca se apague.&lt;br /&gt;Minha fé nunca se abale.&lt;br /&gt;Minha esperança nunca esmoreça.&lt;br /&gt;Que o espírito de menina jamais se vá.&lt;br /&gt;E que nunca me falte inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;E sobretudo que Deus continue ao meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Não só neste meu aniversário,&lt;br /&gt;Mas em todos os outros que ainda me restam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Aniversário para mim, afinal,&lt;br /&gt;Sou merecedora&lt;br /&gt;de grandes realizações&lt;br /&gt;e muitas felicidades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-8671980847366215276?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/8671980847366215276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=8671980847366215276' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/8671980847366215276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/8671980847366215276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/11/meu-aniversrio-no-dia-do-meu-aniversrio.html' title='Parabéns Mara!'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-5690769404283277560</id><published>2008-10-30T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:43:22.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthay To You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Hi5 and Myspace Glitter Graphics" href="http://www.glitterboom.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Happy Birthday Glitter Graphics" src="http://i338.photobucket.com/albums/n415/glbo/happy_birthday/011.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mariinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 28px" height="28" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cantinhomeu/pic/000zc5rc/s340x255" width="329" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Aprendi que se aprende errando e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;... crescer não significa fazer aniversário;&lt;br /&gt;... o silêncio, às vezes, é a melhor resposta;&lt;br /&gt;... amigos conquistamos sendo nós mesmos;&lt;br /&gt;... os verdadeiros amigos estão conosco até o fim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;QUE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... não se espera a felicidade chegar, mas se procura por ela;&lt;br /&gt;... quando penso saber tudo, ainda não aprendi nada;&lt;br /&gt;... a natureza é uma das coisas mais perfeitas na vida;&lt;br /&gt;... amar significa se dar por inteiro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... apenas um dia pode ser mais importante do que muitos anos;&lt;br /&gt;... se pode conversar com as estrelas;&lt;br /&gt;... se pode confessar com a lua;&lt;br /&gt;... se pode viajar além do infinito;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... sonhar é preciso, e procurar realizar esses sonhos, é mais necessário ainda;&lt;br /&gt;... se deve ser criança a vida toda;&lt;br /&gt;... nosso ser é livre!!!&lt;br /&gt;... Deus não proibe nada em nome do amor;&lt;br /&gt;... o julgamento alheio não é importante;&lt;br /&gt;... o que realmente importa é a paz interior!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cantinhomeu/pic/00gqd21p" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 28px" height="28" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cantinhomeu/pic/000zc5rc/s340x255" width="328" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 28px" height="28" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cantinhomeu/pic/000zc5rc/s340x255" width="329" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-5690769404283277560?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/5690769404283277560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=5690769404283277560' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/5690769404283277560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/5690769404283277560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/10/mariinha-aprendi-que-se-aprende-errando.html' title='Happy Birthay To You!'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i338.photobucket.com/albums/n415/glbo/happy_birthday/th_011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-1702201747536667181</id><published>2008-10-30T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:06:31.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Mariinha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s257.photobucket.com/albums/hh214/MaraOrbison/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Mariinhadefinitivo-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh214/MaraOrbison/Mariinhadefinitivo-1.gif" width="455" height="616" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Minha irmã!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cantinhomeu/pic/00bgchpt" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu pensei em mil maneiras de como lhe dizer&lt;br /&gt;o quanto me sinto tendo você como minha irmã&lt;br /&gt;e então achei, que desta forma,&lt;br /&gt;poderia demonstrar todo o meu amor por você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um ano passou e outra vez&lt;br /&gt;vamos comemorar o seu aniversário&lt;br /&gt;e estou muito feliz por mais&lt;br /&gt;este ano em nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, fazer aniversário é ter a chance de fazer novos amigos,&lt;br /&gt;ajudar mais pessoas, aprender e ensinar novas lições,&lt;br /&gt;vivenciar outras dores e suportar velhos problemas.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir novos motivos e chorar outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer Aniversário é amadurecer um pouco mais&lt;br /&gt;e olhar a vida como uma dádiva de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;É ser grato, reconhecido, forte e destemido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns pelo seu dia!&lt;br /&gt;Faça-o o dia mais feliz do ano.&lt;br /&gt;Único, exclusivo, especialmente pra você.&lt;br /&gt;Tenha momentos de glória e satisfação.&lt;br /&gt;Mantenha um sorriso estampado no rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser aquele sorriso que te deixa mais especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de ter completado mais um ano de conquistas pessoais e alegrias,&lt;br /&gt;você sabe que existem pessoas que fazem tudo&lt;br /&gt;para que você sinta felicidade em comemorar mais um aniversário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ao ler essa mensagem seu coração pulse mais forte,&lt;br /&gt;seus olhos brilhem e seus lábios sorriam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é minha forma mais espontânea e simples&lt;br /&gt;para que você faça desse dia uma data muito importante&lt;br /&gt;para quem está a sua volta,&lt;br /&gt;pois cada ano que passa&lt;br /&gt;você surpreende em alegria e companheirismo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É muito bom saber que posso contar sempre com você...&lt;br /&gt;aliás é muito bom ter você como minha irmã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns pelo seu aniversário e muitas felicidades&lt;br /&gt;de quem convive com você e lhe ama muito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo, um abraço apertado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iuE-GxrAkVk/R93Lv75TKVI/AAAAAAAAVqg/KksjeMuSkA0/s1600/!cid_B4B6A15B-6BBE-4BB3-A137-5A9BC7AEACA61-751090.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e Feliz Aniversário!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a title="Happy Birthday - Glitter Graphics" href="http://www.myspacedev.com/myspace-glitter-graphics/happy-birthday.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mara &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cantinhomeu/pic/00bgq14f" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cantinhomeu/pic/00bgw0hx" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cantinhomeu/pic/00bgq14f" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cantinhomeu/pic/00bgw0hx" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cantinhomeu/pic/00bgq14f" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cantinhomeu/pic/00bgw0hx" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cantinhomeu/pic/00bgq14f" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cantinhomeu/pic/00bgw0hx" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cantinhomeu/pic/00bgq14f" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cantinhomeu/pic/00bgw0hx" /&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/3645394067223121465-1702201747536667181?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/1702201747536667181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=1702201747536667181' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/1702201747536667181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/1702201747536667181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/10/parabns-mariinha.html' title='Parabéns Mariinha!'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iuE-GxrAkVk/R93Lv75TKVI/AAAAAAAAVqg/KksjeMuSkA0/s72-c/!cid_B4B6A15B-6BBE-4BB3-A137-5A9BC7AEACA61-751090.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-7022111736639707778</id><published>2008-10-27T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:45:53.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick Or Treat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQkmGNduiKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0C4daljJo2w/s1600-h/bruxa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 402px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262779527694551202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQkmGNduiKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0C4daljJo2w/s400/bruxa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Trick or Treat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/GlYVYStzgzu4Jpn3CIzj/x435" width="65" height="59" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/GlYVYStzgzu4Jpn3CIzj/x435" width="65" height="59" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/GlYVYStzgzu4Jpn3CIzj/x435" width="65" height="59" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/GlYVYStzgzu4Jpn3CIzj/x435" width="65" height="59" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/GlYVYStzgzu4Jpn3CIzj/x435" width="65" height="59" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/GlYVYStzgzu4Jpn3CIzj/x435" width="65" height="59" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;A origem do halloween remonta às tradições &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;dos povos que habitaram a Gália e as ilhas da&lt;br /&gt;Grã-Bretanha, entre os anos 600 a.C. e 800 d.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Originalmente, o halloween não tinha relação com bruxas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Era um festival do calendário celta da Irlanda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;o Festival de Samhain, celebrado entre 30 de outubro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;e 2 de novembro e marcava o fim do verão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://wagner-chris.sites.uol.com.br/magiagifs/Especial_Halloween/gifs_arquivo02/hallomagiagifs0001.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Os irlandeses introduziram o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Halloween nos Estados Unidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://wagner-chris.sites.uol.com.br/magiagifs/Especial_Halloween/gifs_arquivo05/magiahallo027.gif" width="230" height="257" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A celebração do Halloween tem duas origens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;pagã e cristã e no transcurso da História &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;foram se misturando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;A origem pagã tem a ver com a&lt;br /&gt;celebração celta chamada Samhain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;que tinha como objetivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;dar culto aos mortos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Na origem cristã é o dia Todos os Santos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;comemorado no dia 1º de novembro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Como era uma festa grande no calendário cristão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;ganhou a sua celebração vespertina, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;que prepara a festa no dia anterior (31 de outubro).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://wagner-chris.sites.uol.com.br/magiagifs/Especial_Halloween/gifs_arquivo02/magiahallogifs31.gif" width="420" height="199" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Na tradução para o inglês, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;essa vigília era chamada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;All Hallow’s Eve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;(Vigília de Todos os Santos), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;passando depois pelas formas All Hallowed Eve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;e “All Hallow Een” até chegar à palavra atual “Halloween”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Halloween acontece nas noites dos dias 31 de outubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e são celebradas festas à fantasia, fogueiras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e crianças fantasiadas de monstros, fantasmas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bruxas, que saem de casa em casa pedindo doces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(brincadeira de "Trick or Treat"), "Travessuras ou Doces".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262779060985417570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQklrC1mT2I/AAAAAAAAAME/rh628cPAIEc/s400/doces+ou+travessuras.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;O gato está associado às bruxas por superstição. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Antigamente achava-se que as bruxas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;podiam transferir seus espíritos para os gatos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Logo acreditava-se que toda bruxa tinha um gato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262778366972161314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQklCpb8bSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QMWARJgdvG0/s400/bruxa+com+gato.bmp" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O morcego, por sua habilidade de perseguir sua presa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no escuro, adquiriu a reputação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;de possuir forças ocultas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Acreditava-se que demônios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;transformavam-se em morcegos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262778633376802482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQklSJ3wprI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9szdOXDGGYo/s400/morcegos.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;A lanterna feita com uma abóbora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;recortada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;em forma de "careta", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;veio da lenda de um homem chamado Jack,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;a quem foi negada a entrada no céu, por sua maldade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;e no inferno, por pregar peças no diabo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Condenado a perambular pela terra como espirito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;até o dia do juízo final, Jack colocou uma brasa brilhante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;num grande nabo oco, para iluminar-lhe o caminho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;através da noite. Este talismã (que virou abóbora) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;simbolizava uma alma condenada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262774453924536834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQkhe4MsIgI/AAAAAAAAALs/lWq-Jfi4TsQ/s400/abobora+definitivo+COM+BRILHO.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Acreditava-se, na cultura celta, que para se apaziguar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;espíritos malignos, era necessário deixar&lt;br /&gt;comida para eles. Havia na Irlanda a tradição, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;que um homem conduzia uma procissão para&lt;br /&gt;angariar oferendas de agricultores, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;a fim de que sua colheitas não fossem amaldiçoadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;por demônios. Uma espécie de chantagem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;que daí deu origem ao "travessuras ou doces"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;"Trick or Treat". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262705559727733538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQji0tULeyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/AawY0gKWk6Y/s400/doce+definitivo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;As cores usadas no Halloween, o laranja e o preto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;também tem sua origem no oculto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Elas estavam ligadas às missas comemorativas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;em favor dos mortos, celebradas em novembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www1.bestgraph.com/gifs/horreur/halloween/halloween-25.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;As velas de cera de abelha tinham cor alaranjada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;e os esquifes eram cobertos com tecidos pretos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Para você,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;ACREDITANDO OU NÃO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wagner-chris.sites.uol.com.br/magiagifs/Especial_Halloween/gifs_arquivo04/magiahallogifs35.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 490px; HEIGHT: 35px" src="http://www.magiagifs.kit.net/Especial_Halloween/barrinhas_arquivo/barramagiahallo22.gif" width="325" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-7022111736639707778?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/7022111736639707778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=7022111736639707778' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/7022111736639707778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/7022111736639707778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/10/origem-do-halloween-remonta-s-tradies.html' title='Trick Or Treat...'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQkmGNduiKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0C4daljJo2w/s72-c/bruxa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-2431891209985437069</id><published>2008-10-26T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:16:23.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Nacional do Livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Dia Nacional do Livro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261663998375582130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQUvh26jWbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/W-00zfzMbfY/s400/livro+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Livros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os livros, penso que são &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como portas encantadas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que levam a lindas terras, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde moram anões e fadas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lugares longe e tão belos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aonde eu não podia ir, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, agora, com esta porta, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só ter cuidado e... abrir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adelaide Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.msn.com/x1pbglk-vqL4BtWdoVhXtP5ZxYPP483WBPcPqWulvC1529diA0VGXJ3BSO16CEE9O2OSxyWteOLM5PM8NFC3iTheCp85szS7BCzB8-UbHftPsSJWIZl-6L1gw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A partir de 1808, quando D. João VI fundou a Imprensa Régia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o movimento editorial começou no Brasil.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;O primeiro livro publicado aqui foi "Marília de Dirceu", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;de Tomás Antônio Gonzaga.&lt;br /&gt;O dia 29 de outubro foi escolhido como o Dia Nacional do Livro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;em homenagem à fundação da Biblioteca Nacional, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;que ocorreu em no dia 29 de outubro de 1810, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;com a transferência da Real Biblioteca portuguesa para o Brasil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;O acervo de 60 mil peças, entre livros, manuscritos, mapas, moedas, medalhas, etc., ficava acomodado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;nas salas do Hospital da Ordem Terceira do Carmo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;no Rio de Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Só na década de 1930 houve um crescimento editorial, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;após a fundação da Companhia Editora Nacional &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;pelo escritor Monteiro Lobato, em outubro de 1925.&lt;br /&gt;Os textos impressos mais antigos foram orações budistas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;feitas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;no Japão por volta do ano 770. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas desde o século II, a China já sabia fabricar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;papel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;tinta e imprimir usando mármore entalhado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;e foi na China que surgiu o primeiro livro, no ano de 868. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Na Idade Média, livros feitos à mão eram produzidos por monges que usavam tinta e bico de pena&lt;br /&gt;para copiar os textos religiosos em latim.&lt;br /&gt;Um pequeno livro levava meses para ficar pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johannes Gutenberg (1398-1468), um ourives culto e curioso,&lt;br /&gt;nasceu em Mainz, na Alemanha e&lt;br /&gt;é considerado o criador da imprensa em série.&lt;br /&gt;Ele criou a prensa tipográfica, onde colocava letras&lt;br /&gt;que eram cunhadas em madeira&lt;br /&gt;e presas em fôrmas para compor uma página. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por volta de 1456, foi publicado o primeiro livro impresso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;em série: a Bíblia de 42 linhas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Conhecida como "Bíblia de Gutenberg", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a obra tinha 642 páginas e 200 exemplares, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;dos quais existem apenas&lt;br /&gt;48 espalhados pelo mundo, hoje em dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro é um meio de comunicação importante no processo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;de transformação do indivíduo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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="color:#333333;"&gt;Ao ler um livro, evoluímos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;e desenvolvemos a nossa capacidade crítica e criativa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Ler é essencial, prazeroso e faz bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.msn.com/x1pbglk-vqL4BtWdoVhXtP5ZxYPP483WBPcPqWulvC1529diA0VGXJ3BSO16CEE9O2OSxyWteOLM5PM8NFC3iTheCp85szS7BCzB8-UbHftPsSJWIZl-6L1gw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262709745177560082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQjmoVVLhBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NsKw1qiT-5k/s400/livro+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 436px; HEIGHT: 23px" height="28" src="http://storage.msn.com/x1pbglk-vqL4BtWdoVhXtP5ZxYPP483WBPcPqWulvC152-vW5jQa9bgwxBHqJ-vs2a-H_ahyA7H6FjoJB60i6DkX9WVbSLqH_hMjh99V9iubdMiK0LI-EPszw" width="433" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Há livros de que apenas é preciso provar,&lt;br /&gt;outros que têm de se devorar,&lt;br /&gt;outros, enfim, mas são poucos,&lt;br /&gt;que se tornam indispensáveis,&lt;br /&gt;por assim dizer, mastigar e digerir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Francis Bacon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Os livros podem ser divididos em dois grupos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;aqueles do momento e aqueles de sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;John Ruskin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Uma casa sem livros é como um quarto sem janelas.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Heinrich Mann&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Ler é beber e comer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O espírito que não lê emagrece como um corpo que não come.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Victor Hugo &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 482px; HEIGHT: 28px" height="41" src="http://storage.msn.com/x1pbglk-vqL4BtWdoVhXtP5ZxYPP483WBPcPqWulvC152_KZoQhJ-T7W5Hm32GxMFxg36hWzg-cmYsYrOgKA_93QR1O0sSGfpAxXtrnQVaUky4B34F-PS1zjQ" width="460" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Livros mais Vendidos nos últimos Meses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(não quer dizer que todos sejam muito bons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas poder ser que alguns sejam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lua Nova (Stephenie Meyer) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Crepúsculo (Stephenie Meyer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Cabana (William Young) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ensaio Sobre a Cegueira (José Saramago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Vendedor de Sonhos (Augusto Cury) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Jogo do Anjo (Carlos Ruiz Zafon) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doidas e Santas (Martha Medeiros) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Menina Que Roubava Livros (Markus Zusak) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Sombra do Vento (Carlos Ruiz Zafon) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os Homens Que Não Amavam as Mulheres (Stieg Larsson) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Comer, Rezar, Amar (Elizabeth Gilbert)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dewey - Um Gato Entre Livros (Vicky Myron) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1808 (Laurentino Gomes) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O País dos Petralhas (Reinaldo Azevedo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma Breve História do Mundo (Geoffrey Blainey) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do Que é Feito o Pensamento (Steven Pinker) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guia Ilustrado Zahar de Filosofia (Stephen Law)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dez Decisões Que Mudaram o Mundo (Ian Kershaw) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Soma Dos Dias (Isabel Allende) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Alma Imoral (Nilton Bonder) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As Memórias do Livro (Geraldine Brooks) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Pequeno Príncipe (Antoine Saint-Exupéry) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Caçador de Pipas (Khaled Hosseini) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;O Silêncio Dos Amantes (Lya Luft) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Ciência Médica de House (Andrew Holtz) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Mundo é Bárbaro (Luis Fernando Verissimo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Marley &amp;amp; Eu (John Grogan) Resistência (Agnès Humber)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 488px; HEIGHT: 26px" height="26" src="http://storage.msn.com/x1pbglk-vqL4BtWdoVhXtP5ZxYPP483WBPcPqWulvC152-ngPYDD1EATi5qlQOGz2ZbO1m4AXLBegWAsU8MCOsOAz7Y4J4cOpjeWK11J1dEN1rGEgWydq78uA" width="496" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/10/dia-nacional-do-livro.html' title='Dia Nacional do Livro'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQUvh26jWbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/W-00zfzMbfY/s72-c/livro+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-3706809293841937868</id><published>2008-10-25T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:00:18.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guggenheim Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQP5qo-_b2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/kzZChA2SnTY/s1600-h/Solomon+R.+Guggenheim+Museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261323300650315618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQP5qo-_b2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/kzZChA2SnTY/s400/Solomon+R.+Guggenheim+Museum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guggenheim Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 14px" src="http://storage.msn.com/x1pbglk-vqL4BtWdoVhXtP5ZxYPP483WBPcPqWulvC15291tx27aybX1q-4AbEDrUSprDldgl9phXhdTMd6hyD54m2zmu2BZWtsFaq8vN2HF7WSTrvS-tQJ-w" width="454" height="20" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dedicado à minha irmã Mariinha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em 1930, aos 66 anos de idade, o rico industrial americano&lt;br /&gt;Solomon R. Guggenheim começa a formar uma grande coleção de&lt;br /&gt;pinturas de artistas modernos importantes, tais como Vasily&lt;br /&gt;Kandinsky, Paul Klee e Marc Chagall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele inicia exposições públicas de suas obras em seu apartamento no Plaza Hotel, em Nova York. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em 1937 cria a Fundação Solomon R. Guggenheim.&lt;br /&gt;Sua coleção aumenta com a aquisição de obras cubistas, surrealistas, esculturas e pinturas abstratas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em junho de 1943, Solomon R. Guggenheim encomenda a&lt;br /&gt;construção de um museu ao arquiteto Frank Lloyd Wright.&lt;br /&gt;A Fundação adquire um terreno na 5ª Avenida, entre a Rua 88 e Rua 89, próximo ao Central Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1959 o museu, com sua&lt;br /&gt;deslumbrante arquitetura, abre ao público.&lt;br /&gt;Guggenheim, que morreu em 1949, não presenciou a inauguração do museu e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wright faleceu seis meses antes da conclusão do edifício. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ao longo de sua história o sucesso do museu se firmou e este&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;adquiriu centenas de obras, de coleções pessoais&lt;br /&gt;e de museus ao redor do mundo&lt;br /&gt;sendo um dos mais respeitados e visitados museus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 476px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262717230050205138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQjtcAp4XdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QVstNv2gWEI/s400/Edouard+Manet,+Before+the+Mirror,+1876.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edouard Manet, &lt;em&gt;Before the Mirror&lt;/em&gt;, 1876&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 369px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262717851701866194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQjuAMfL7tI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4KxNFIN0Evo/s400/Paul+C%C3%A9zanne,+Still+Life+-+Flask,+Glass,+and+Jug+-Fiasque,+verre+et+poterie-1877.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Paul Cézanne, Still Life: &lt;em&gt;Flask, Glass, and Jug&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fiasque, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;verre et poterie) - 1877&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 503px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262718382402975554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQjufFgMN0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Qahw4ZZWqak/s400/Pablo+Picasso,+Carafe,+Jug+and+Fruit+Bowl,+Horta+de+Ebro,+Summer+1909..jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt; Pablo Picasso, &lt;em&gt;Carafe, Jug and Fruit Bowl, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Horta de Ebro&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Summer 1909.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 465px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262719338299845586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQjvWufw69I/AAAAAAAAAKM/nZu0jL1U6EM/s400/Robert+Delaunay,+Simultaneous+Windows+(2nd+Motif,+1st+Part),+1912..jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert Delaunay, &lt;em&gt;Simultaneous Windows&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2nd Motif, 1st Part), 1912.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 524px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262720024131368674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQjv-pavduI/AAAAAAAAAKU/j4oot5RHUGA/s400/Edgar+Degas,+Dancers+in+Green+and+Yellow+(Danseuses+vertes+et+jaunes).jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Edgar Degas, &lt;em&gt;Dancers in Green and Yellow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;(Danseuses vertes et jaunes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262720497578080850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQjwaNJO-lI/AAAAAAAAAKc/E-aiJAPHMUQ/s400/Vincent+van+Gogh,+Landscape+with+Snow+(Paysage+enneig%C3%A9),+Late+February+1888..jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Vincent van Gogh, &lt;em&gt;Landscape with Snow&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Paysage enneigé), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Late February 1888.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 452px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262721921494469570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQjxtFpWy8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/-5z_PdDJdow/s400/Vasily+Kandinsky,+Black+Lines,+December+1913..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Vasily Kandinsky, &lt;em&gt;Black Lines&lt;/em&gt;, December 1913.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262723165846708434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQjy1hODINI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gKLqoWsEaIA/s400/Joan+Mir%C3%B3,+The+Tilled+Field,+1923-1924" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Joan Miró,&lt;em&gt; The Tilled Field,&lt;/em&gt; 1923-1924.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 478px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262729645333306562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQj4urMCXMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zNAvRCqktvk/s400/Constantin+Brancusi,+Muse+(La+Muse),+1912..jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Constantin Brancusi, &lt;em&gt;Muse &lt;/em&gt;(La Muse), 1912.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A arte é a contemplação: é o prazer do espírito que penetra a natureza &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e descobre que ela também tem uma alma.&lt;br /&gt;É a missão mais sublime do homem, pois é o exercício do pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;que busca compreender o universo, e fazer com que os outros o compreendam."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Auguste Rodin&lt;/span&gt;, escultor francês)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 464px; HEIGHT: 68px" src="http://storage.msn.com/x1pbglk-vqL4BtWdoVhXtP5ZxYPP483WBPcPqWulvC1529ff3wqX_kr1qoRAolnehQlwzeO2VtxE1Zs0bVlV695dKnt7BUpZdNJmQOSV_6eFxhsF9RsHEa42g" width="473" height="53" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-3706809293841937868?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQP5qo-_b2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/kzZChA2SnTY/s72-c/Solomon+R.+Guggenheim+Museum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-8983287528117744143</id><published>2008-10-25T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:34:24.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não tenho Medo da Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQkqPRinD3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/pQfxiZQpxIE/s1600-h/flores+no+teclado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262784081454108530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQkqPRinD3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/pQfxiZQpxIE/s400/flores+no+teclado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s257.photobucket.com/albums/hh214/MaraOrbison/?action=view&amp;amp;current=floresnoteclado.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;"Minha força está na solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho medo nem de chuvas tempestivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nem de grandes ventanias soltas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois eu também sou o escuro da noite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img57.imageshack.us/img57/7144/livgreatworkqc3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-8983287528117744143?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/8983287528117744143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=8983287528117744143' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/8983287528117744143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/8983287528117744143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/10/minha-fora-est-na-solido.html' title='Não tenho Medo da Solidão'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQkqPRinD3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/pQfxiZQpxIE/s72-c/flores+no+teclado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-8557953200045718641</id><published>2008-10-24T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:58:21.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo Tem Poderes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQkIp6qGtbI/AAAAAAAAAK8/KRHD4V2r-iw/s1600-h/a+estrada+e+o+tempo+definitiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262747155772650930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 476px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQkIp6qGtbI/AAAAAAAAAK8/KRHD4V2r-iw/s400/a+estrada+e+o+tempo+definitiva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;O Tempo Tem Poderes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com o tempo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a gente se acostuma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;às ausências mais doídas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com o tempo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a gente se acostuma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com tudo nessa vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem é importante,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesmo estando distante,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;continua sendo amado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo tem esse poder,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de fazer parecer,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que aqueles que amamos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ainda estão, como antes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ao nosso lado. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acaba o sofrimento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o coração se aquieta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e a saudade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;só em alguns momentos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nos atinge como uma flecha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o tempo, também,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pode ser ingrato e cruel, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pode ir apagando da nossa mente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os rostos que achar conveniente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se você ama alguém, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;realmente, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesmo estando distante, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sempre se faça presente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entenda que, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando um rosto se apaga, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da nossa imaginação, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acaba se apagando também &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do nosso coração. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Silvana Duboc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iuE-GxrAkVk/SQUMHt3UkoI/AAAAAAAAz3M/77UZhiZNXDk/s320/Sleeper+6-4-750110.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-8557953200045718641?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/8557953200045718641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=8557953200045718641' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/8557953200045718641'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-2975345898269474239</id><published>2008-10-24T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:25:26.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Tulipas, Ottawa e a História</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQksk-MYctI/AAAAAAAAAM0/25W7QWNYI3U/s1600-h/ottawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262786653240980178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 496px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQksk-MYctI/AAAAAAAAAM0/25W7QWNYI3U/s400/ottawa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Tulipas, Ottawa e a História&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muita gente pensa que as tulipas são originárias da Holanda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As tulipas são turcas e foram levadas para a Holanda por volta de 1560, pelo botânico holandês Conrad von Gesner, que usou bulbos originais coletados em Constantinopla, atual Istambul. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O nome da flor foi inspirado na palavra "tulipan" que significa "turbante" (o formato da tulipa lembra mesmo um turbante).Outros dizem que as tulipas são originárias da China, de onde foram levadas para as montanhas do Cáucaso e Pérsia. Chinesas ou turcas, o fato é que elas se tornaram uma paixão para os holandeses e para outras pessoas no mundo todo. E uma dessas pessoas sou Eu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O verão é a época do plantio das tulipas que florescem na primavera. Planta da família das Liliáceas, a tulipa produz folhas que podem ser oblongas, ovais ou lanceoladas (em forma de lança). Do centro da folhagem surge uma haste ereta, com uma flor solitária formada por seis pétalas. Cores e formas são bem variadas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Brasil a tulipa é cultivada no município de Holambra, São Paulo. Os bulbos são trazidos da Holanda e ao chegar por aqui são mantidos em câmaras frias, onde passam pelo tratamento adequado para controlar a temperatura, até que possam ser plantadas. Aqui elas florescem apenas uma vez por ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="16" src="http://storage.msn.com/x1pbglk-vqL4BtWdoVhXtP5ZxYPP483WBPcPqWulvC1529_B8MwpsGRMXLi--N0fOsOycROd-MdAvnbQERL9nPZsIU8hPtRFtUWH4jps7DU_nV4sp1pMaARrA" width="412" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ottawa é a capital das tulipas! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No inicio da II Guerra Mundial, a Princesa Juliana (da Holanda) e sua familia, se refugiaram no Canadá. Depois de 5 anos, as tropas Canadenses libertaram a Holanda do domínio nazista. Em gratidão, em 1945, o povo Holandês enviou 100.000 bulbos de tulipas para o Canadá. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E para manter a amizade entre os dois paises, a Holanda continua mandando 20.000 bulbos de tulipas para Ottawa, todos os anos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Mara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262786073623382162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQksDO8xyJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/rVM_zkUSFqA/s400/carrinho+de+tulipa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&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/3645394067223121465-2975345898269474239?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/2975345898269474239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=2975345898269474239' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/2975345898269474239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/2975345898269474239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='As Tulipas, Ottawa e a História'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQksk-MYctI/AAAAAAAAAM0/25W7QWNYI3U/s72-c/ottawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-5446085619834767302</id><published>2008-10-03T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:51:07.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Jóia na Alemanha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQkLefceLmI/AAAAAAAAALM/m-eEpnXhFxU/s1600-h/CAPELAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262750258024033890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQkLefceLmI/AAAAAAAAALM/m-eEpnXhFxU/s400/CAPELAS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Uma Jóia na Alemanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em Darmstadt, Alemanha, existe um lugar chamado "Mathildenhöhe" É um centro cultural &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que abriga várias jóias arquitetônicas e foi fundado em 1889 por Ernst Ludwig, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grão-Duque de Hesse. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesta região encontra-se a Capela Ortodoxa Russa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste Império Alemão, uma filha do Grão-Duque Ernst Ludwig, Alexandra Feodorovna, nascida Alix Victoria Helena Louise Beatrice, (1872-1918) Princessa de Hesse-Darmstadt, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;casou-se com Nicolau Romanov, (1868-1918) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que tornou-se o último Czar da Rússia. A capela foi construída para o uso privativo do Czar Nicolau II e da Czarina Alexandra Feodorovna, para quando viessem visitar os parentes alemães. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A capela foi projetada pelo arquiteto russo Leontij Nikolajevich Benois, de St. Petersburg. A primeira pedra foi colocada em 1897 e foi consagrada em 1899. As pinturas e mosaicos foram desenhados pelo artista russo Viktor Michailovich Wasnezov (1848-1926) que era conhecido por ser um artista de pinturas religiosas que mantinha em sua obra &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o estilo bizantino, não valorizando o romantismo do século 19. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os mosaicos sobre os paredes exteriores e interiores também foram feitos na Rússia. A piscina ornamental, na frente da capela, foi projetada por Albin Müller. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Czar foi assassinado, com toda a sua família, Alexandra, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as filhas Olga, Tatiana, Maria, Anastácia e o jovem Alexei, pelos bolquevistas, em 1918, durante a Revolução Comunista Russa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Clique na imagem para ampliá-las e ver os detalhes da arquitetura)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.proseublogblinkies.blogger.com.br/linha42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-5446085619834767302?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/5446085619834767302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=5446085619834767302' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/5446085619834767302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://br.geocities.com/tahyaneesoterico/m/rosh3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SOMPbIH0vgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q0MzeSziKUc/s1600-h/rosh3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Rosh Hashaná" Para Você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje à noite, dia 30 de setembro,&lt;br /&gt;entraremos no ano 5769 da Criação,&lt;br /&gt;o Rosh Hashaná, de acordo com a calendário judaico.&lt;br /&gt;O calendário para os judeus vira ao anoitecer,&lt;br /&gt;logo o novo ano teve início, por aqui, às 17h33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Rosh Hashaná celebra-se a criação do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;a chegada de mais um ano, com alegria e gratidão.&lt;br /&gt;É época de reavaliação da qualidade&lt;br /&gt;do nosso relacionamento com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosh Hashaná significa, literalmente, "cabeça do ano".&lt;br /&gt;Cabeça do ano quer dizer que o homem usa a cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;(o cérebro) para organizar sua vida, suas ações.&lt;br /&gt;É um período de reflexão, de introspecção,&lt;br /&gt;de auto-exame e de recordação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como costume os judeus enviam cartões&lt;br /&gt;com desejos de feliz ano novo.&lt;br /&gt;Na véspera as mulheres acendem velas.&lt;br /&gt;Todos se vestem de branco&lt;br /&gt;que representa a pureza da alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come-se comidas variadas&lt;br /&gt;que representam o bem e a plenitude.&lt;br /&gt;Quase todos comem uma maçã no mel&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;tapuah bedvash&lt;/em&gt;", para ter um ano bom e doce.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta época intensifica-se a "&lt;em&gt;tefilá&lt;/em&gt;“ (reza)&lt;br /&gt;e o estudo da Torá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então para quem admira, que é o meu caso,&lt;br /&gt;ou professa o judaísmo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FELIZ ROSH HASHANÁ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/09/rosh-hashan-para-voc-ontem-noite-dia-30.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-6225775860940981042</id><published>2008-09-28T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:29:26.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chove</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQkNunZzmoI/AAAAAAAAALk/_SKvNlCC99Y/s1600-h/25332747905363753hn9++chuva+3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQkMv0WtiyI/AAAAAAAAALU/7dr1F889vYM/s1600-h/CHUVA+IMAGEM+DEFINITIVA.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262751655206423330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 460px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 409px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQkMv0WtiyI/AAAAAAAAALU/7dr1F889vYM/s400/CHUVA+IMAGEM+DEFINITIVA.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chove.&lt;br /&gt;A vidraça chora.&lt;br /&gt;O vento põe no parque um soluço de Outono.&lt;br /&gt;Range uma porta e bate.&lt;br /&gt;E parece que implora&lt;br /&gt;numa voz de abandono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chove.&lt;br /&gt;Dir-se-ia que milhões de alfinetes&lt;br /&gt;acertam nos vidros frios&lt;br /&gt;e se espetam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chove.&lt;br /&gt;A vidraça chora.&lt;br /&gt;O céu esconde &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a última nesga azul, que existe,&lt;br /&gt;sob um manto cinzento e móvel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chove. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é triste --- que importa!&lt;br /&gt;Ulule o vento,&lt;br /&gt;bata a porta&lt;br /&gt;e tombe a chuva!&lt;br /&gt;Que importa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;um clarão que nada turva.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho na vida&lt;br /&gt;um céu azul e imóvel.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho na alma&lt;br /&gt;um jardim ondulante&lt;br /&gt;de palmas balançado em pleno anil&lt;br /&gt;por brisas calmas: e eu penso nela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chove... --- a vida é bela!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fernando Gregh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradução de Guilherme de Almeida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Lindo poema. Traduz com a alma o que sentimos quando a chuva cai!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s257.photobucket.com/albums/hh214/MaraOrbison/?action=view&amp;amp;current=25332747905363753hn9chuva3.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh214/MaraOrbison/25332747905363753hn9chuva3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 452px; HEIGHT: 28px" height="28" src="http://www.zzi.cc/sck/fgx/fgx10/08.GIF" width="462" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-6225775860940981042?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/6225775860940981042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=6225775860940981042' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/6225775860940981042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/6225775860940981042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/09/chove-chove.html' title='Chove'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SQkMv0WtiyI/AAAAAAAAALU/7dr1F889vYM/s72-c/CHUVA+IMAGEM+DEFINITIVA.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-4867401266319147388</id><published>2008-09-27T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:57:49.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores... Eterna Parte de Mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.carteiroonline.com/gifs/babys_cute/46.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Todos temos um pequeno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;e secreto cantinho onde guardamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;sentimentos, memórias, ilusões, recordações de momentos ou lugares, desilusões e também sonhos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Os sonhos comandam a nossa vida, dão-nos asas à imaginação e nos transportam para além da nossa Alma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;As flores são o elo entre o Céu e a Terra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Através da contemplação das flores, da inalação do seu perfume, da relação estreita com o ser de cada planta e através do cultivo de belos jardins, o ser humano pode curar-se e regenerar toda a sua natureza física, emocional e mental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;E essas flores belas perfumam nossa existência e tomamos consciência de que não estamos sozinhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Tudo o que meu coração sente a minha alma estremece!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://tk.files.storage.msn.com/x1pc_jqddVOWRlRPZoRDmphytWQhVVkPZSVXAJCHZZPUsoV3iftXyrA4JIimqOpMJ-f5_YEayhLUoQ4EzsJgb3qXbWtZfyn2u5MwtBBP-CRvLMIBcOKKqWmdNSN8AVoqidQXdolnDXqeDA" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-4867401266319147388?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/4867401266319147388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=4867401266319147388' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/4867401266319147388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/4867401266319147388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_8918.html' title='Flores... Eterna Parte de Mim!'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-6463105402875651030</id><published>2008-09-27T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:36:31.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós, Velhas Árvores</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SN7izcqMajI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sypb-56gBBs/s1600-h/amigas+arvores.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250884089338212210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 470px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="321" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SN7jQkXBL3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Eq5Sd1eu5nw/s400/amigas+arvores.jpg" width="483" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NÓS, VELHAS ÁRVORES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As árvores crescem sós. E a sós florescem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começam por ser nada. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pouco a pouco&lt;br /&gt;se levantam do chão e se alteiam, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pouco a pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crescendo, deitam ramos e os ramos outros ramos,&lt;br /&gt;e deles nascem folhas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e as folhas multiplicam-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, por entre as folhas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vão-se esboçando as flores.&lt;br /&gt;E então crescem as flores, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e as flores produzem frutos,&lt;br /&gt;e os frutos dão sementes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e as sementes preparam novas árvores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo sempre a sós; a sós consigo mesmas.&lt;br /&gt;Sem verem, sem ouvirem, sem falarem.&lt;br /&gt;Sós.&lt;br /&gt;De dia e de noite.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre sós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitárias, as árvores.&lt;br /&gt;Exauram terra e sol silenciosamente.&lt;br /&gt;Não pensam, não suspiram, não se queixam.&lt;br /&gt;Estendem os braços como se implorassem.&lt;br /&gt;Com o vento soltam ais como se suspirassem.&lt;br /&gt;E gemem, mas a queixa não é sua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sós, sempre sós.&lt;br /&gt;Nas planícies, nos montes, nas florestas,&lt;br /&gt;A crescer e a florir sem consciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtude vegetal, viver a sós&lt;br /&gt;E entretanto dar flores!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Antonio Gedeão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nós, árvores, vivemos da chuva de orvalhos eternos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;e das neblinas dos rios e dos oceanos. Como eu amo as árvores... Eu sou uma delas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://tk.files.storage.msn.com/x1pc_jqddVOWRlRPZoRDmphyrJ7BpwWssm-WMCa5dvn0Qd3Pf33XFWtAYo9PKu7xt7fNIWwIfMkjjemJZOA_eYM8TrBOi_A0gU3uqLNzPZJgVBD1pC-tQZ_eFpHU_WYdXacD28VxBbuEj4" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-6463105402875651030?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/6463105402875651030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=6463105402875651030' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/6463105402875651030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/6463105402875651030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_27.html' title='Nós, Velhas Árvores'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SN7jQkXBL3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Eq5Sd1eu5nw/s72-c/amigas+arvores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-1945733870089369839</id><published>2008-09-26T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:49:08.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250545509938299746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 437px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 506px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="445" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SN2vUpzlA2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1HH0Dil1qGQ/s400/OUTONO+BANCO.jpg" width="441" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Morning Fall!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dizem que a Primavera é a estação do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que sim... Os campos estão floridos, os pássaros chilreiam, mas... o Outono é especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Existe algo de mais belo que um pôr-do-sol de Outono, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando os raios vermelhos, rosa, roxo e azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pincelam o horizonte? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Outono é mágico!&lt;br /&gt;Suave, doce, equilibrado.&lt;br /&gt;Crepúsculos se perdem entre equinócios e solstícios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E entre quedas de flores e folhas&lt;br /&gt;o banco do jardim torna-se gélido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os dias ficam mais curtos e mais frios,&lt;br /&gt;o vento começa a soprar&lt;br /&gt;e as pessoas voltam a se agasalhar.&lt;br /&gt;Anoitece mais cedo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As folhas das árvores mudam de cor para o vermelho,&lt;br /&gt;dourado e castanho, e por fim começam a cair.&lt;br /&gt;Folhas de Outono...&lt;br /&gt;nas árvores, nos ares, no chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sol tem um brilho especial: é o sol dourado do Outono.&lt;br /&gt;O início das chuvas, a tristeza da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;É um convite ao amor.&lt;br /&gt;É um convite ao romantismo.&lt;br /&gt;O Outono silencioso me conquista.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outono, minha estação favorita!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;img src="http://img65.imageshack.us/img65/4953/borb1hc8.gif" /&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/3041/773493236000994570vx3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-1945733870089369839?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/1945733870089369839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=1945733870089369839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/1945733870089369839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/1945733870089369839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-morning-fall-dizem-que-primavera.html' title='Good Morning Fall!'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SN2vUpzlA2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1HH0Dil1qGQ/s72-c/OUTONO+BANCO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-3962555756266808486</id><published>2008-09-26T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:13:11.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idades... Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SN2WwdDug2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/dM_1lAo6wCw/s1600-h/art_fantasy-127-708830+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 446px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250518499762013026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SN2WwdDug2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/dM_1lAo6wCw/s320/art_fantasy-127-708830+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" width="410" height="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Idades... Momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que idade eu tenho?&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho idade,tenho momentos.Sou a soma de todos os momentos&lt;br /&gt;por mim vividos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho dentro de mim todos ele vivos.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o momento do instante certo, como amante,&lt;br /&gt;momento adolescente,o sábio momento, como mulher madura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iuE-GxrAkVk/R8HcNLpMIFI/AAAAAAAASqM/7Xo4r3t7K64/s320/051-756082.gif" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em ser infantil tenho meus momentos de criança&lt;br /&gt;e assim vivo a minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;adequando a situação ao compatível momento,&lt;br /&gt;e vivo sempre, ajustando a razão as coisas do coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com a liberdade da intuição,&lt;br /&gt;sem qualquer pretensão,&lt;br /&gt;apenas o compromisso com o presente&lt;br /&gt;vivendo a minha vida sempre com paixão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oe'A &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img164.imageshack.us/img164/8584/l17kq7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-3962555756266808486?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/3962555756266808486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=3962555756266808486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/3962555756266808486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/3962555756266808486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/09/idades.html' title='Idades... Momentos'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/SN2WwdDug2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/dM_1lAo6wCw/s72-c/art_fantasy-127-708830+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-1365225502176404460</id><published>2008-09-23T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:55:51.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquele amor para sempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 422px; HEIGHT: 351px" height="344" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iuE-GxrAkVk/SEK6bQTphsI/AAAAAAAAfY8/ps7nwXsRvpw/s320/7-753717.jpg" width="376" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aquele Amor Para Sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Ela pertence à espécie de mulheres &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que possuem um só amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em toda a sua vida, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou amam de verdade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apenas uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No meio da conversa ela diz, de repente, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que só gostou de verdade de um homem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e eis que vai buscar não um,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt; mas três retratos dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E fala dele com a mistura de ternura e tristeza &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que assaltam as mulheres que não lograram viver com o seu amor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;casar-se com ele, ter seus filhos, viver em função deles, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois esta é a verdadeira vontade &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e destinação da mulher: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;viver ao lado do verdadeiro amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essas mulheres vivem de modo proibido, se necessário. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casam-se com outro, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;têm filhos e os ama profundamente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas a verdade de seu ser &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é a do amor verdadeiro, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;até porque mulher vive para amar e por amor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Podem até deixar seu amor dormir por anos e parecer serenado. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este volta, porém, a qualquer apelo ou menção do nome dele &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;após um encontro com um conhecido &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dos tempos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do namoro ou da relação. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como são comoventes e lindas as mulheres &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando falam do amor de suas vidas! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou quando consultam, escondido, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os retratos guardados, recortes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flores secas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a memória úmida das restantes lembranças, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em momentos de silêncio e solidão!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abençoados sejam as mulheres que, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na passagem por esta vida, receberam o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u deram, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um amor único, original e definitivo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abençoadas para todo o sempre!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crônica Condensada de&lt;/em&gt; Artur da Távola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Esse é o retrato do meu coração..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/1341/773493236000994596qd2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-1365225502176404460?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/1365225502176404460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=1365225502176404460' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/1365225502176404460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/1365225502176404460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/09/aquele-amor-para-sempre.html' title='Aquele amor para sempre...'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iuE-GxrAkVk/SEK6bQTphsI/AAAAAAAAfY8/ps7nwXsRvpw/s72-c/7-753717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645394067223121465.post-7929624055274616615</id><published>2008-09-23T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:38:46.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser mãe é maravilhoso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iuE-GxrAkVk/R93qy75TLzI/AAAAAAAAV2M/INlfvxl93SA/s1600/Jean_Mix387-799105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ser mãe é maravilhoso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é chegar do trabalho e ganhar um beijo estalado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e um abraço apertado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é deixar louça suja na pia e ir assistir Pica Pau bem tranquila no sofá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é se comportar direito pra dar o exemplo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é ganhar um bom dia com um beijinho sonolento todo dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Ser mãe é dividir a cama com eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é dizer “Eu te amo”, toda hora, e achar que não foi clara o suficiente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é sorrir quando se tem vontade de chorar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é chorar mas ter uma mãozinha acariciando seus cabelos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é não dormir enquanto eles não chegam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é pedir, todo dia e toda hora, para serem abençoados.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é dar: amor, carinho, atenção, abraços, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beijinhos, broncas e declarações de amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é receber tudo isso de volta. Em dobro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é deixar de comprar uma bolsa nova pra comprar um tênis para ele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é dividir as bijuterias e a maquiagem com ela.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ser mãe é ver que eles riem de você e você nem liga.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/graphics/20071013123040_heart_evelynsplace.gif" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é contar milhões de vezes a mesma história.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é ouvir outras milhões de vezes a música que eles gostam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é mandar quatro ou cinco vezes pro banho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é implorar para escovarem os dentes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é reclamar da bagunça 24 horas e não adiantar nada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é difícil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas ser mãe é MARAVILHOSO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Mãe, teus braços sempre se abrem quando preciso um abraço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Teu coração sabe compreender quando preciso um amigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Teus olhos sensíveis se endurecem quando preciso de uma lição. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Tua força e teu amor me conduzem pela vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;e me dão as asas que preciso para voar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Mãe, vocé é tudo o que há!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img131.imageshack.us/img131/7872/bcoracaovv1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645394067223121465-7929624055274616615?l=marabacellar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/feeds/7929624055274616615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645394067223121465&amp;postID=7929624055274616615' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/7929624055274616615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645394067223121465/posts/default/7929624055274616615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marabacellar.blogspot.com/2008/09/ser-me-chegar-do-trabalho-e-ganhar-um.html' title='Ser mãe é maravilhoso...'/><author><name>Mara Bacellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236543805201332145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4d23Y0EIxP4/Spxfg_W15nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/up0pVAtSVeQ/S220/Mara+BLOG+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iuE-GxrAkVk/R93qy75TLzI/AAAAAAAAV2M/INlfvxl93SA/s72-c/Jean_Mix387-799105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
