<?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-6259756100868904744</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:25:49.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grupo Aja Reflexões</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grupo Aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756698291900531656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259756100868904744.post-7003611932032219548</id><published>2011-08-12T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T06:52:21.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saber ouvir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzUKLfE00Ok/TkUuvGJXBrI/AAAAAAAAA4g/y31xRCBrPbY/s1600/DSC00418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzUKLfE00Ok/TkUuvGJXBrI/AAAAAAAAA4g/y31xRCBrPbY/s320/DSC00418.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Escutatória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;(Rubem Alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sempre vejo anunciados cursos de oratória. Nunca vi anunciado curso de escutatória. Todo mundo quer aprender a falar... Ninguém quer aprender a ouvir. Pensei em oferecer um curso de escutatória, mas acho que ninguém vai se matricular. Escutar é&amp;nbsp; complicado e sutil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Diz Alberto Caeiro que não é bastante não ser cego para ver as árvores e as flores. É preciso também não ter filosofia nenhuma. Filosofia é um monte de idéias, dentro da cabeça, sobre como são as coisas. Para se ver, é preciso que a cabeça esteja vazia. Parafraseio o Alberto Caeiro: Não é bastante ter ouvidos para ouvir o que é dito. É preciso também que haja silêncio dentro da alma. Daí a dificuldade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A gente não aguenta ouvir o que o outro diz sem logo dar um palpite melhor... Sem misturar o que ele diz com aquilo que a gente tem a dizer. Como se aquilo que ele diz não fosse digno de descansada consideração... E precisasse ser complementado por aquilo que a gente tem a dizer, que é muito melhor... Nossa incapacidade de ouvir é a manifestação mais constante e sutil de nossa arrogância e vaidade. No fundo, somos os mais bonitos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tenho um velho amigo, Jovelino, que se mudou para os Estados Unidos estimulado pela revolução de 64. Contou-me de sua experiência com os índios: Reunidos os participantes, ninguém fala. Há um longo, longo silêncio. Vejam a semelhança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Os pianistas, por exemplo, antes de iniciar o concerto, diante do piano, ficam assentados em silêncio... Abrindo vazios de silêncio... Expulsando todas as idéias estranhas. Todos em silêncio, à espera do pensamento essencial. Aí, de repente, alguém fala. Curto. Todos ouvem. Terminada a fala, novo silêncio. Falar logo em seguida seria um grande desrespeito, pois o outro falou os seus pensamentos.. Pensamentos que ele julgava essenciais. São-me estranhos. É preciso tempo para entender o que o outro falou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Se eu falar logo a seguir... São duas as possibilidades. Primeira: Fiquei em silêncio só por delicadeza.. Na verdade, não ouvi o que você falou. Enquanto você falava, eu pensava nas coisas que iria falar quando você terminasse sua (tola) fala. Falo como se você não tivesse falado. Segunda: Ouvi o que você falou. Mas, isso que você falou como novidade eu já pensei há muito tempo. É coisa velha para mim. Tanto que nem preciso pensar sobre o que você falou. Em ambos os casos, estou chamando o outro de tolo. O que é pior que uma bofetada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;O longo silêncio quer dizer: Estou ponderando cuidadosamente tudo aquilo que você falou. E, assim vai a reunião. Não basta o silêncio de fora. É preciso silêncio dentro. Ausência de pensamentos. E aí, quando se faz o silêncio dentro, a gente começa a ouvir coisas que não ouvia. Eu comecei a ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-hdsamQgYs/TkUuzs1UGHI/AAAAAAAAA4k/C37FBMtgJGs/s1600/j0316761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-hdsamQgYs/TkUuzs1UGHI/AAAAAAAAA4k/C37FBMtgJGs/s200/j0316761.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa conhecia a experiência... E, se referia a algo que se ouve nos interstícios das palavras... No lugar onde não há palavras. A música acontece no silêncio. A alma é uma catedral submersa. No fundo do mar - quem faz mergulho sabe - a boca fica fechada. Somos todos olhos e ouvidos. Aí, livres dos ruídos do falatório e dos saberes da filosofia, ouvimos a melodia que não havia... Que de tão linda nos faz chorar... Para mim, Deus é isto: A beleza que se ouve no silêncio. Daí a importância de saber ouvir os outros: A beleza mora lá também. &lt;br /&gt;Comunhão é quando a beleza do outro e a beleza da gente se juntam num contraponto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/6259756100868904744-7003611932032219548?l=grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/7003611932032219548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/7003611932032219548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/08/saber-ouvir.html' title='Saber ouvir...'/><author><name>Grupo Aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756698291900531656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzUKLfE00Ok/TkUuvGJXBrI/AAAAAAAAA4g/y31xRCBrPbY/s72-c/DSC00418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259756100868904744.post-6717404948185751479</id><published>2011-04-19T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T10:04:49.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei dançar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IxzV6I_MnoA/Ta1lmzCKpKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/bu--oVXvedc/s1600/DSC00638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IxzV6I_MnoA/Ta1lmzCKpKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/bu--oVXvedc/s320/DSC00638.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Estou aqui vendo o sol que se despede desse dia... Mais um dia difícil, que ao amanhecer me trouxe a dor como um “bom dia”... A dor que ontem já era bem forte e que surgiu antes de ontem... No horizonte que ainda vejo da minha varanda, por enquanto, pois novos prédios estão surgindo encobrindo essa linda paisagem, o céu está dourado... Um &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;abóbora forte que se dissolve em verde claro quase azul confundindo-se com a real cor do céu... O coração bate ora forte, ora fraco... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ah esse coração que já não é mais de criança, pois carrega experiências, marcas, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;inseguranças, carências e um desejo de ser bom. Como seria bom se todos se amassem! Há dois dias sofri uma grande decepção &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;e me senti tão minúscula tão pequena, tão incapaz ... Como foi, como é difícil perdoar... Como é difícil responder ao mal com o bem! Lá longe o sol já se foi... As poucas arvores agora são negras. Algumas luzes dos prédios se acendem rompendo a escuridão da noite, enquanto eu tento com esforço&amp;nbsp;manter acesa&amp;nbsp;a minha luz interior que fumega, mas não se apaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Há momentos que não se consegue saber ao certo o que fazer. Que atitude tomar. Tudo pode ser interpretado como um gesto de amor ou não. Depende da pureza do coração. Hoje decidi mais uma vez,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;entregar-me a Deus. Deixar que os seus braços me abracem e me conduzam na dança, passo a passo mesmo sem ouvir a música...Hoje eu Lhe disse e Ele sempre soube que não sei dançar...Entrego-me e deixo que Ele me conduza, momento por momento, instante, por instante...Quem sabe não será essa a essência do viver o momento presente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Célia Cavalcanti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6259756100868904744-6717404948185751479?l=grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/6717404948185751479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/6717404948185751479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-sei-dancar.html' title='Não sei dançar...'/><author><name>Grupo Aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756698291900531656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IxzV6I_MnoA/Ta1lmzCKpKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/bu--oVXvedc/s72-c/DSC00638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259756100868904744.post-2092116983626427875</id><published>2010-11-21T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:45:39.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Com Prudência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TOmupV4Pj3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/_lIisbxCFBk/s1600/Com+Prudencia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TOmupV4Pj3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/_lIisbxCFBk/s320/Com+Prudencia.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há estradas e estradas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Há estradas claras, iluminadas, dá até gosto andar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há estradas difíceis, rústicas e muitas vezes íngremes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas que no final abrem-se em panoramas deslumbrantes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou desembocam naquele abrigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;tão esperado, descanso\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;para os pés e reforço para continuar em frente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;depois de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;algumas horas de repouso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Estradas saem de algum lugar e conduzem a outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Nada mais frustrante do que uma estrada sem saída &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;para um caminhante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em geral, há avisos, há sinais deixados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;por quem ali passou: perigo, curva adiante, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;subida íngreme, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem saída, atenção...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Peregrinos que somos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;temos que escapar dos caminhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;que não levam a nada … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Retroceder se for necessário, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;dar meia volta, consultar humildemente os mapas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;conversar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;com os companheiros de viagem, escolher melhores rotas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sempre há chance de reprogramar , de corrigir rumos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo isso conta e faz parte da jornada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;( Nelly Barros )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6259756100868904744-2092116983626427875?l=grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/2092116983626427875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/2092116983626427875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/com-prudencia.html' title='Com Prudência'/><author><name>Grupo Aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756698291900531656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TOmupV4Pj3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/_lIisbxCFBk/s72-c/Com+Prudencia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259756100868904744.post-1831507391775631393</id><published>2010-10-20T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T05:54:55.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Também na alegria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TL7kyfoDVxI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/6UVQca2L6bo/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+slide0007_image039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="207" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TL7kyfoDVxI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/6UVQca2L6bo/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+slide0007_image039.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quase sempre recorro a Ti no momento da dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Porque Tu és Pai, és Deus! Conheces as minhas limitações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Teu amor me plenifica enchendo-me de paz, de alegria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas Senhor, dá-me a espontaneidade de recorrer sempre a Ti, também quando tudo estiver bem; quando o mar se apresentar tranquilo, o céu azul, o horizonte sereno e os campos floridos. Quando a luz brilhar forte e a alegria explodir...Dá-me, nesse momento um coração que de imediato se dirija a Ti para Te agradecer por tudo o que és, por tudo aquilo que me dás hoje e sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;( Célia Cavalcanti )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6259756100868904744-1831507391775631393?l=grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/1831507391775631393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/1831507391775631393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/tambem-na-alegria.html' title='Também na alegria...'/><author><name>Grupo Aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756698291900531656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TL7kyfoDVxI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/6UVQca2L6bo/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+slide0007_image039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259756100868904744.post-7012009889901461598</id><published>2010-10-11T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:14:40.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1- O Perdão- Pedir e perdoar…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TLNEjZmz6GI/AAAAAAAAAfg/jS8XHmVTQq4/s1600/Amor06.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TLNEjZmz6GI/AAAAAAAAAfg/jS8XHmVTQq4/s1600/Amor06.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pedir perdão &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;é difícil...Mas a ocasião de fazê-lo nem sempre se apresenta duas vezes...Importa aproveitar a primeira oportunidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;E no agora, no hoje que passa , fazê-lo logo, não deixar para depois…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saber perdoar, aceitar o perdão, é uma arte mais difícil ainda… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas nada do que Deus nos pede é impossível .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Com amor tudo se consegue, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;fica mais fácil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Célia Cavalcanti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6259756100868904744-7012009889901461598?l=grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/7012009889901461598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/7012009889901461598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/1-o-perdao-pedir-e-perdoar.html' title='1- O Perdão- Pedir e perdoar…'/><author><name>Grupo Aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756698291900531656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TLNEjZmz6GI/AAAAAAAAAfg/jS8XHmVTQq4/s72-c/Amor06.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259756100868904744.post-8758278298574876615</id><published>2010-09-16T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T13:38:36.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quisera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TJJ9u_x45JI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4ak09cmWiho/s1600/Para+reflex%C3%B5es.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TJJ9u_x45JI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4ak09cmWiho/s320/Para+reflex%C3%B5es.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Quisera saber o que sinto, quisera saber que não sonho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Quisera saber por que pinto tudo o que vejo de azul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Quisera saber por que ponho um sorriso em cada rosto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;mesmo que seja desgosto o que esse rosto me mostra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Quem dera a felicidade, que faz minha vida um céu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;corresse esse mundo afora, corresse de canto a canto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Dissesse a todo o que chora, que agora não é hora de pranto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;que agora não é vez de saudade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É hora de muita alegria, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É hora de se cantar,` &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É hora de ver a vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É hora de muito amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Por isso penso que sonho, por isso é azul onde passo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Por isso de cada traço, eu faço um coração! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É muito o amor que eu tenho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;e venho pedir ao mundo que tente ainda e sempre! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tentar é muito importante, e um dia, talvez não distante, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Não seja só meu olhar que veja azul onde passa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Não seja só minha mão, quem faz coração do que traça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tente, meu mundo , tente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Fazer com que toda gente se esqueça pra sempre da briga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Se lembre de ser amiga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;e então a felicidade que hoje é só minha e de poucos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Vença todos os loucos que trazem a dor para a Terra! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Viva o AMOR.....que morram as guerras !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;                &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Carlota Augusta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6259756100868904744-8758278298574876615?l=grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/8758278298574876615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/8758278298574876615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/quisera.html' title='Quisera'/><author><name>Grupo Aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756698291900531656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TJJ9u_x45JI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4ak09cmWiho/s72-c/Para+reflex%C3%B5es.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259756100868904744.post-1552927004583177175</id><published>2010-09-13T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T06:23:44.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdas e ganhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TI4lFPmER_I/AAAAAAAAAWI/FFiMgQwo4qQ/s1600/Perdas+e+ganhos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TI4lFPmER_I/AAAAAAAAAWI/FFiMgQwo4qQ/s320/Perdas+e+ganhos.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A vida é feita de perdas e ganhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que se entrelaçam na maioria das vezes de tal forma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que chegamos a perguntar o que realmente é ganhar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;o que realmente é perder?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Célia Cavalcanti)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6259756100868904744-1552927004583177175?l=grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/1552927004583177175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/1552927004583177175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/perdas-e-ganhos.html' title='Perdas e ganhos...'/><author><name>Grupo Aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756698291900531656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TI4lFPmER_I/AAAAAAAAAWI/FFiMgQwo4qQ/s72-c/Perdas+e+ganhos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259756100868904744.post-6178121457829619829</id><published>2010-09-09T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T06:46:07.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TIjkM9cmJPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/wZxbZc1_-lw/s1600/Palavras.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TIjkM9cmJPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/wZxbZc1_-lw/s200/Palavras.JPG" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As palavras que a razão escreve, devem ser lidas com muito cuidado....às vezes são frias... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As palavras que o coração escreve devem ser lidas levando-se em conta o momento e com um certo carinho... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As palavras que a alma escreve devem ser lidas com a razão, com o coração, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;com todo o carinho e sem precisar ter cuidado, pois as palavras que vêm da alma são a verdadeira escrita da VIDA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (Carlota Augusta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6259756100868904744-6178121457829619829?l=grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/6178121457829619829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/6178121457829619829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/palavras.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Grupo Aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756698291900531656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TIjkM9cmJPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/wZxbZc1_-lw/s72-c/Palavras.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259756100868904744.post-3856533261070105756</id><published>2010-09-01T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T16:02:36.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem julgar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TH7bXLUavnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/k6HSyd6qpcs/s1600/Semjulgar.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TH7bXLUavnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/k6HSyd6qpcs/s320/Semjulgar.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fulano fez isso, fez aquilo... Fez porque estava com raiva, estava com raiva porque foi enganado, foi enganado porque confiava demais, porque... E por aí vai uma ladainha de causas e efeitos, onde cada um acha que conhece as razões do outro. Ledo engano...Na maioria das vezes estamos todos errados e nos espantaríamos com os reais motivos, se o ouvíssemos com atenção. De certa maneira, enquanto argumentamos, estamos externando as nossas próprias razões, estamos falando de nós, revelando a nossa medida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Penso que quando Jesus no Evangelho disse para não julgarmos, é porque sabemos muito pouco, quase nada sobre o outro - nosso julgamento é falho, subjetivo. Só Ele, que conhece profundamente o coração humano e mais ainda, o coração daquele homem, pode saber o que vai lá dentro dele. Foi um jeito de nos dizer que somos “míopes” e é pelo menos arrogante a posição de bater o martelo e dar o veredicto... Julgamos pelas aparências e as coisas nem sempre são o que parecem ser.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;( Nelly Barros )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6259756100868904744-3856533261070105756?l=grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/3856533261070105756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/3856533261070105756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/sem-julgar.html' title='Sem julgar'/><author><name>Grupo Aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756698291900531656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TH7bXLUavnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/k6HSyd6qpcs/s72-c/Semjulgar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259756100868904744.post-8881666335101699598</id><published>2010-08-26T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T11:04:44.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Receita de alegria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/THgeU8MduOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UR7Ck5Zh2qU/s1600/Picasso.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="113" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/THgeU8MduOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UR7Ck5Zh2qU/s200/Picasso.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Jogue fora todos os números não essenciais para tua sobrevivência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Isto inclui: idade, peso e altura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que eles preocupem ao médico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Para isto o pagamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Conviva, de preferência, com amigos alegres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Os pessimistas não são convenientes para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Continua aprendendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Aprenda mais sobre computadores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;artesanato, jardinagem, qualquer coisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não deixe teu cérebro desocupado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma mente sem uso é oficina do diabo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E o nome do diabo é “Alzheimer”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ria sempre, muito e alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ria até não poder mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Inclusive de ti mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando as lágrimas chegarem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;agüenta, sofre e...Segue adiante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Agradeça cada dia que amanhece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;como uma nova oportunidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;para fazer aquilo que ainda não tiveste coragem de começar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Do princípio ao fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Prefira novos caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;do que voltar a caminhos mil vezes trilhados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Apaga o cinza de tua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E acenda as cores que carregas dentro de ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Desperta teus sentidos para que não percas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;tudo de belo e formoso que te cerca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/THgdySrmxVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Y8mte6pZGh8/s1600/Pomba+Picasso.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/THgdySrmxVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Y8mte6pZGh8/s200/Pomba+Picasso.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Contagia de alegria ao teu redor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;e tenta ir além das fronteiras pessoais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;a que tenhas chegado aprisionado pelo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Porém lembra-te:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;a única pessoa que te acompanha a vida inteira és tu mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Cerca-te daquilo que gostas:família,animais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;lembranças,música, plantas, um hobby, seja o que for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Teu lar é teu refúgio, porém não fiques trancado nele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Teu melhor capital, a saúde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Aproveite-a Se é boa, não a desperdice;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;se não é, não a estrague mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não se renda à nostalgia.Sai à rua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Vá à uma cidade vizinha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;a um país estrangeiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Porém não viaja ao passado porque, dói!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Diz aos que amas, que realmente os amas e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;faça isso em todas as oportunidades que tiver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E lembra-te sempre que a vida não se mede &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;pelo número de vezes que respirastes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;mas pelos momentos que teu coração palpitou forte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;de muito rir...de surpresa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;de êxtase...de felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E sobretudo...de amar sem medida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;“Há pessoas que transformam o sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;em uma pequena mancha amarela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;porém há também as que fazem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;de uma simples mancha amarela o próprio sol.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;( Pablo Picasso )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-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/6259756100868904744-8881666335101699598?l=grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/8881666335101699598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/8881666335101699598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/receita-de-alegria.html' title='Receita de alegria'/><author><name>Grupo Aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756698291900531656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/THgeU8MduOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UR7Ck5Zh2qU/s72-c/Picasso.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259756100868904744.post-2787353067618954037</id><published>2010-08-25T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:08:14.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre o cá e o lá...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/THWiOM_6sCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8DAbghiTKCY/s1600/9275974-md.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/THWiOM_6sCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8DAbghiTKCY/s320/9275974-md.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando estou cá, eu rio prá poder viver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando estou lá ,eu rio prá deixar viver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É talvez por isso que a tristeza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque já não tem hora prá si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;( pois se não estou cá, estou lá - estou sempre rindo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Vem na mesma hora que o riso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;e já não consigo deixar de rir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Só que às vezes dói, sabe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;às vezes dói rir sempre! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas que fazer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Há outros mais tristes, ou há tanta alegria, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que a minha tristeza não pode caber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Então, sabe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu dou as costas para mim e viro de frente para os outros... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;e já viro de frente a sorrir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes eu desanimo, penso em sair por aí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;em fechar o riso forçado, em deixá-lo morrer frente a alguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu já tentei, sabe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;já consegui algumas vezes, mas não nas horas piores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nas horas piores não há tempo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;há um riso marcado para as três horas, que alguém precisa ouvir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E é mais importante que eu ria prá alegrar a tristeza dos outros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;do que afogá-los mais ainda numa outra tristeza... a minha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Por isso, se um dia desses,notarem que não consigo sorrir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;não zanguem, não pensem em nada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É apenas a hora livre que eu tive prá ficar triste... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O tempo entre o CÁ E O LA´!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;( Carlota Augusta )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6259756100868904744-2787353067618954037?l=grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/2787353067618954037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/2787353067618954037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/entre-o-ca-e-o-la.html' title='Entre o cá e o lá...'/><author><name>Grupo Aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756698291900531656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/THWiOM_6sCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8DAbghiTKCY/s72-c/9275974-md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259756100868904744.post-3872033814615464147</id><published>2010-08-19T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:06:04.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada um com seu jeito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TG1WEZ6qFOI/AAAAAAAAABs/3nOhUmPMWK8/s1600/01a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TG1WEZ6qFOI/AAAAAAAAABs/3nOhUmPMWK8/s320/01a.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Caminhar, para ele é voar...Percorre caminhos que desconhecemos, mas que lhe são familiares... Os peixes "caminham" milhares de quilômetros em busca de alimento, de um lugar para procriar...E assim, cada um se move , vai ocupando espaços, vivendo de um jeito muito próprio e peculiar que merece respeito e cuidado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Nelly Barros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6259756100868904744-3872033814615464147?l=grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/3872033814615464147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/3872033814615464147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/cada-um-com-seu-jeito.html' title='Cada um com seu jeito...'/><author><name>Grupo Aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756698291900531656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TG1WEZ6qFOI/AAAAAAAAABs/3nOhUmPMWK8/s72-c/01a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259756100868904744.post-3228795492536105586</id><published>2010-08-18T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T18:22:18.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um tempo para admirar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TGyDs8mfqaI/AAAAAAAAABM/Vy6ikaazIYY/s1600/Flores%252010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TGyDs8mfqaI/AAAAAAAAABM/Vy6ikaazIYY/s320/Flores%252010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Há momentos em que é preciso parar...Sair da rotina, das atribulações, dos afazeres que nos sufocam...Deixar no esquecimento um fato negativo, uma preocupação, uma decepção e olhar para fora, admirar o belo...Contemplar as criaturas, a beleza que existe em cada pessoa, em cada coisa criada...Deixar que toda essa riqueza exterior penetre, lave a nossa alma, nos revigore...Deixar entrar o ar puro que renova e purifica...Procurar novos espaços...É o momento da contemplação, do repouso... De onde sairemos mais fortalecidos e encorajados para continuar a luta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Célia Cavalcanti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6259756100868904744-3228795492536105586?l=grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/3228795492536105586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/3228795492536105586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/um-tempo-para-admirar.html' title='Um tempo para admirar...'/><author><name>Grupo Aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756698291900531656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TGyDs8mfqaI/AAAAAAAAABM/Vy6ikaazIYY/s72-c/Flores%252010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259756100868904744.post-8337925044445807772</id><published>2010-08-15T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:20:22.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é uma luta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TGh__3fW_LI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5i7ecqfjTic/s1600/A+Caminhada.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TGh__3fW_LI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5i7ecqfjTic/s200/A+Caminhada.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt; A vida é uma luta. Cada passo , uma conquista. Cada parada, uma revisão. Cada fracasso, um reconhecimento do que se é, a oportunidade de aprender e tentar outra vez… Nessa luta, o amor é a arma mais eficaz . Amar quem nos ama é gostoso, é fácil…Amar quem não nos ama é o verdadeiro combate… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tal desafio se apresenta sempre na nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É necessário travar essa luta com coragem, com determinação, confiança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;de quem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;possui a melhor arma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Usá-la é certeza da vitória!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sempre &lt;strong&gt;vale a pena!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Célia Cavalcanti)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6259756100868904744-8337925044445807772?l=grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/8337925044445807772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6259756100868904744/posts/default/8337925044445807772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoajareflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/vida-e-uma-luta.html' title='A vida é uma luta...'/><author><name>Grupo Aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756698291900531656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haB9-TXivGE/TGh__3fW_LI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5i7ecqfjTic/s72-c/A+Caminhada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
