<?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-1687842738456735538</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:04:49.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687842738456735538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>j.júnior santiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737192984481958943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/SaVm3RxRPII/AAAAAAAAACE/XVE1UySzfMc/S220/CIMG7023.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687842738456735538.post-8662019067573279099</id><published>2010-01-28T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:56:15.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/S2GySA-ybJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/t9kJuRAie68/s1600-h/omelet+sui%C3%A7o+moda+di+chef+a+l%C3%A9+cremi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/S2GySA-ybJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/t9kJuRAie68/s200/omelet+sui%C3%A7o+moda+di+chef+a+l%C3%A9+cremi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431818648156269714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;vers l'avant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;frente ao mundo novo que faz o sabor ser uma busca constante pela novide, e organizado meu time vamos ao que realmente importa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Gourmet e Cia nes lá drinks di classic...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;ativamente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Em fim encontro o sabor com ovos e raspas de coco ao creme de leite desnatado, proporcionando ao paladar um a degustação forte mas única com filetes verdes tomates, cebola branca no azeite gelado e finalizando com passas ao rum.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Uma experiência nova e surpreendente baseada no estilo suíço que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;agradou ao meus convidados e amigos, na noite o licor de frutas e chocolate belga fez suavização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;omelet suiço moda di chef a lé cremi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/S2Gv6I4MU9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/AJsrs5qGKao/s1600-h/omelet+sui%C3%A7o+moda+di+chef+a+l%C3%A9+cremi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/SjztFJsCCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/r_F6E5aePlg/s320/l%C3%A1+pasta+d%C2%B4e+lagustue+en+ervas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349411130165037106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabor e mais sabor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687842738456735538-1052206483508146955?l=carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/feeds/1052206483508146955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/2009/06/sabor-e-mais-sabor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687842738456735538/posts/default/1052206483508146955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687842738456735538/posts/default/1052206483508146955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/2009/06/sabor-e-mais-sabor.html' title=''/><author><name>j.júnior santiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737192984481958943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/SaVm3RxRPII/AAAAAAAAACE/XVE1UySzfMc/S220/CIMG7023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/SjztFJsCCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/r_F6E5aePlg/s72-c/l%C3%A1+pasta+d%C2%B4e+lagustue+en+ervas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687842738456735538.post-5315450290874921083</id><published>2009-04-07T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:51:06.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/Sd0qODA85oI/AAAAAAAAADg/bfWS3aDz6pc/s1600-h/pico+da+bandeira+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/Sd0qODA85oI/AAAAAAAAADg/bfWS3aDz6pc/s320/pico+da+bandeira+022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322456755437627010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Bem mais do que eu poderia, seria refazer tais palavras na sorte em pintar um sabor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;sobre uma tela que fosse revelada no tempo além dos meus dias na prova de como amo e sou amado por amigos reconhecidos , conquistados e feitos nessa jornada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Que venha a eternidade com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;vivência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; junto a cada um dos que aqui estão e outros já no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;cosmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; celeste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Assim uso das delicadas e fortes palavras de “Vinicius” como minhas verdades .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;AMIGOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Tenho amigos que não sabem o quanto são meus amigos. Não percebem o amor que lhes devoto e a absoluta necessidade que tenho deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A amizade é um sentimento mais nobre do que o amor, eis que permite que o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;objecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; dela se divida em outro s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;afectos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;, enquanto o amor tem intrínseco o ciúme, que não admite a rivalidade. E eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos! Até mesmo aqueles que não percebem o quanto são meus amigos e o quanto minha vida depende de suas existências ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me saber que eles existem. Esta mera condição me encoraja a seguir em frente pela vida. Mas, porque não os procuro com assiduidade, não posso lhes dizer o quanto gosto deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Eles não iriam acreditar. Muitos deles estão lendo esta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;crónica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; e não sabem que estão incluídos na sagrada relação de meus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Mas é delicioso que eu saiba e sinta que os adoro, embora não declare e não os procure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;E às vezes, quando os procuro, noto que eles não tem noção de como me são necessários, de como são indispensáveis ao meu equilíbrio vital, porque eles fazem parte do mundo que eu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;tremulamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;, construí e se tornaram alicerces do meu encanto pela vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Se um deles morrer, eu ficarei torto para um lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Se todos eles morrerem, eu desabo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Por isso é que, sem que eles saibam, eu rezo pela vida deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;E me envergonho, porque essa minha prece é, em síntese, dirigida ao meu bem estar. Ela é, talvez, fruto do meu egoísmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Por vezes, mergulho em pensamentos sobre alguns deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Quando viajo e fico diante de lugares maravilhosos, cai-me alguma lágrima por não estarem junto de mim, compartilhando daquele prazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Se alguma coisa me consome e me envelhece é que a roda furiosa da vida não me permite ter sempre ao meu lado, morando comigo, andando comigo, falando comigo, vivendo comigo, todos os meus amigos, e, principalmente os que só desconfiam ou talvez nunca vão saber que são meus amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A gente não faz amigos, reconhece-os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Vinicius de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1687842738456735538-5315450290874921083?l=carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/feeds/5315450290874921083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/2009/04/amigos-mias-que-historia-e-vida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687842738456735538/posts/default/5315450290874921083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687842738456735538/posts/default/5315450290874921083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/2009/04/amigos-mias-que-historia-e-vida.html' title='amigos'/><author><name>j.júnior santiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737192984481958943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/SaVm3RxRPII/AAAAAAAAACE/XVE1UySzfMc/S220/CIMG7023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/Sd0qODA85oI/AAAAAAAAADg/bfWS3aDz6pc/s72-c/pico+da+bandeira+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687842738456735538.post-1019712580914175763</id><published>2009-03-03T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:37:15.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calmaria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/Sa4UFksXEdI/AAAAAAAAADE/X_0MbJK3oxE/s1600-h/wallpaper_arte197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/Sa4UFksXEdI/AAAAAAAAADE/X_0MbJK3oxE/s320/wallpaper_arte197.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309203096698032594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dias são noites, sol extinto esta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por hora tudo é apenas artifício do sonho constante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vejo o mar ante dos olhos, devo nele penetra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Romper as águas mota as ondas ou transpor a elas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cada momento estas sendo decisivo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nada de pavor, alarme ou apotegma in real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo que existe é o paladar de uma VIDA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ter um só momento, lembrar, rememora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sendo fraco ou apenas sentido tudo isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dentro do ser, tudo é ciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dentro do peito, espectro e corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sentir cada período como se fosse toda uma vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que ainda diante da dor possa ser mais agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aprende de novo a apreciar e ser feliz pelo vivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fruir das lembranças e ter certeza nela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa vida, essa essência, essas coisa são...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anseios verdadeiros e intensos como o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imergindo das profundezas do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alieno ao SOL surgir e acalorar a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E tudo isso por te conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687842738456735538-1019712580914175763?l=carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/feeds/1019712580914175763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/2009/03/calmaria_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687842738456735538/posts/default/1019712580914175763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687842738456735538/posts/default/1019712580914175763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/2009/03/calmaria_03.html' title='Calmaria'/><author><name>j.júnior santiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737192984481958943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/SaVm3RxRPII/AAAAAAAAACE/XVE1UySzfMc/S220/CIMG7023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/Sa4UFksXEdI/AAAAAAAAADE/X_0MbJK3oxE/s72-c/wallpaper_arte197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687842738456735538.post-8003476332897073327</id><published>2009-02-27T22:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:16:22.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPRESSÕES, QUIMERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/SajUowxtwKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/U3SQrEijVss/s1600-h/42-17153247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/SajUowxtwKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/U3SQrEijVss/s320/42-17153247.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307725957609406626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Por mais que o tempo passe, os dias e noites me mudem estarei aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mesmo que tudo seja eu, eles nada poderão fazer sem ter vivido tempo comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Por mais que o tempo passe, nas asas do ser eu vou ser como o mergulhão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mesmo que tudo seja eu, nós o cosmo pode transcender muito além da alma e do ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seja dia, noite ou uma viagem ao espaço, você pode sempre mais no coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seja como for nada neste mundo poderá ter o sentindo que um dia teve com você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seja no centro da terra, no mais profundo do grande mar, jamais vou para de amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seja noite, o sol vai um dia brilha novamente, ali o corpo novamente vai se aquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Por mais distante que um dia você possa estar, a energia dos anjos podem superar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mesmo que a fé fraqueje, e outros não tenham coragem para lhe ser escudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Por mais que situações assim aconteçam, minha alma vai ser escudo para o amor florescer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mesmo no mais profundo sono serei despertado para junto dos anjos serem por você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Agora o que resta a viver sem mais ser, sentir e desfrutar da alma, amada, digna do amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Agora não posso ser anjo da vida, morte é o que resta para os meus dias sem teu sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Agora veio o anjo da luz, do amor, da paz e em meu coração fez a FÉNIX,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Agora sei que vou renascer em teus braços aqui, no outro tempo, no teu sorriso, em teu amor&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/1687842738456735538-8003476332897073327?l=carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/feeds/8003476332897073327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/2009/02/expressoes-quimera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687842738456735538/posts/default/8003476332897073327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687842738456735538/posts/default/8003476332897073327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/2009/02/expressoes-quimera.html' title='EXPRESSÕES, QUIMERA'/><author><name>j.júnior santiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737192984481958943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/SaVm3RxRPII/AAAAAAAAACE/XVE1UySzfMc/S220/CIMG7023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/SajUowxtwKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/U3SQrEijVss/s72-c/42-17153247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687842738456735538.post-1859471761996012852</id><published>2009-02-25T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:59:26.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoje no futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/SaViovhAhfI/AAAAAAAAABg/ecsTdGN8dT8/s1600-h/M.Moreno+VV.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/SaViovhAhfI/AAAAAAAAABg/ecsTdGN8dT8/s320/M.Moreno+VV.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306756188015199730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-themefont-family:&amp;quot;;color:text1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Um conto que um dia foi uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fábula&lt;/span&gt;, e hoje ilustrada, mostra que o tempo muda um ponto e as pessoas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reamostra&lt;/span&gt; com a intenção de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vivenciá&lt;/span&gt;-la no presente, ou de forma que ela mesma tivesse participado da historia. Essa vida descrita por sons e imagens parte do mundo fantasma que se vive, nele o amor não é prioridade e a morte um medo constante, quando o simples é o amor e a morte certo a todos, louco desespero é ilustrar uma historia para adultos que não sonham, quando só querem saber e julgar seu próximo. Na frase “a grama do vizinho é muito mais verde do que a minha” percebe-se como há mais no “eu” do que no comum cuidado para comunidades fortes. Um homem uma ilha são espaço na fuga do mesmo “eu” em procura dos sonhos perdidos do caminho, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reactivar&lt;/span&gt; a infância é como mergulhar na fragilidade escondida dos adultos nada realmente é senão a luz e a noite trazendo o tempo com novas conveniências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-themefont-family:&amp;quot;;color:text1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ao escolher ser um a ilha, tragados seremos pela loucura da solidão porque devemos visitar os confins da terra em seu isolamento uma ou outra vez, mas jamais permanecer nela por tempo não determinado, cultivar o olhar no espelho, festejar amizades, inocular preceitos, dimensionar paixões, conquistar favores, defender amor e viver realizações são obras vindouras que escolhemos ter no agora. Em muitos pontos da historia humana lemos que há mais no presente do que poderemos ter no amanhã; sabiamente seria vislumbra o futuro para creditar melhor nosso passado equilibrando o “eu” sendo melhor no hoje da construção futura de sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-themefont-family:&amp;quot;;color:text1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nada disso é bom o suficiente, quem mergulhou? Desbravou? Questionou? Mudou de rumo? Refez o caminho? Nada disso importa para o “eu” comuns audaz no olhar de quem jamais irá sair de seu lugar, dias são sem provas e fatos, somente palavras vazias, de pouco proveito que o vento possa levar e não impregnar em lugar algum. Pessoas especiais podem sair dessa zona de comodismo que seu medo impede de viver se a fé buscar em maior ou grau menor, sempre haverá seres altruístas nos sonhos na fé por dias além do horizonte; basta sentir na alma e ver na historia quantos heróis existem e não por terem poder, mas por fazer o que tinha que ser feito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;mso-themecolor:text1;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1687842738456735538-1859471761996012852?l=carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/feeds/1859471761996012852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/2009/02/em-quem-voce-confia-pra-pode-viver.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687842738456735538/posts/default/1859471761996012852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1687842738456735538/posts/default/1859471761996012852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carpediemsantiago.blogspot.com/2009/02/em-quem-voce-confia-pra-pode-viver.html' title='hoje no futuro'/><author><name>j.júnior santiago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737192984481958943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/SaVm3RxRPII/AAAAAAAAACE/XVE1UySzfMc/S220/CIMG7023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hE1NYnBkDKc/SaViovhAhfI/AAAAAAAAABg/ecsTdGN8dT8/s72-c/M.Moreno+VV.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
