<?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-8834857267565511673</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:43:52.257-02:00</updated><title type='text'>jangadeirodanet</title><subtitle type='html'>Aqui coloco o que vier na telha. Nada de seguir uma linha específica. Acho que isso limita as idéias. Então o que vier tá bem. Pode ser refletido, pensado, saboreado. Sejam bem vindos. E se gostou comente. É bom trocar figurinhas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-205746667299005640</id><published>2012-02-16T21:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T21:43:52.266-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembrança Molhada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnA6T0twAls/Tz2T3WAs1xI/AAAAAAAAAVI/_N-WlmnHX2s/s1600/IMG00082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnA6T0twAls/Tz2T3WAs1xI/AAAAAAAAAVI/_N-WlmnHX2s/s320/IMG00082.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Caminhando pelas ruas úmidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O tempo úmido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As nuvens choram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entre os espaços contíguos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surge, a tua presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que reluz entre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;cada pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;que se pronuncia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-205746667299005640?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/205746667299005640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=205746667299005640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/205746667299005640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/205746667299005640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2012/02/lembranca-molhada.html' title='Lembrança Molhada'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnA6T0twAls/Tz2T3WAs1xI/AAAAAAAAAVI/_N-WlmnHX2s/s72-c/IMG00082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-1392574721134184525</id><published>2012-02-08T22:13:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:30:01.381-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;A pouco fui acometido de um profundo sentimento que consiste num misto de saudade, tristeza e angústia. Procurei o vulto de sua presença, como quem busca o aroma de um perfume que se espalha pelo ar. Naveguei nas imagens e esperanças que do passado emergiram, povoando minha mente de lembranças consistentes, de uma premência quase real. Senti minha alma se diluir e misturar, ao mesmo tempo que quisera evaporar tal qual um gás liquefeito. Há um dilema entre sumir e envolver. Um sentimento que se desdobra em dois lados de uma moeda. Como diz o poeta: " a mão que acarecia é a mesma que apunhala..." A força que faz amar é a que derruba as encostas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Desse misto de coquetel e banquete de emoções, surge a vida e tudo que dela se extrai de essência essencial que se irradia ao universo, numa energia que o alegra...&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/8834857267565511673-1392574721134184525?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1392574721134184525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-4852753551014710648</id><published>2011-05-01T19:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T19:44:41.651-03:00</updated><title type='text'>e-e-</title><content type='html'>Orbitas em meu espaço.&lt;br /&gt;Há uma força que nos enlaça&lt;br /&gt;e reluta da proximidade,&lt;br /&gt;e se dilui inversamente&lt;br /&gt;ao quadrado da distância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Véns coloquialmente&lt;br /&gt;conspirar da minha&lt;br /&gt;fétida diáfano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em minha obscuridade&lt;br /&gt;emerges da abóbada&lt;br /&gt;superior, tremeluzir&lt;br /&gt;numa tentativa de&lt;br /&gt;infundir fótons&lt;br /&gt;que se reflete em&lt;br /&gt;tua superfície.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os raios que te insurge&lt;br /&gt;inviolavelmente&lt;br /&gt;declinam timidamente&lt;br /&gt;sobre minha concupiscência&lt;br /&gt;Elaborando uma seiva&lt;br /&gt;malgrada do Astro Rei&lt;br /&gt;que te afliges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-4852753551014710648?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/4852753551014710648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=4852753551014710648' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/4852753551014710648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/4852753551014710648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-e.html' title='e-e-'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-1784388847402914539</id><published>2011-05-01T19:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T19:29:14.977-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz infusa</title><content type='html'>habituada com o reflexo&lt;br /&gt;da tímida luz que&lt;br /&gt;quebra a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;do ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;Revelando cantos e &lt;br /&gt;recantos antes&lt;br /&gt;esquecidos.&lt;br /&gt;A consistência&lt;br /&gt;desse brilho fulgente&lt;br /&gt;traz algo de mágico&lt;br /&gt;que ilumina a alma,&lt;br /&gt;cura o corpo e dilata&lt;br /&gt;a mente.&lt;br /&gt;Não te anseis em&lt;br /&gt;exaurir-se a &lt;br /&gt;diminuta luz.&lt;br /&gt;Ela continuará&lt;br /&gt;a tilintar nos&lt;br /&gt;espaços encobertos&lt;br /&gt;velado da sombra&lt;br /&gt;da noite da alma,&lt;br /&gt;fagulha que não se&lt;br /&gt;deixa devorar&lt;br /&gt;pela escuridão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-1784388847402914539?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1784388847402914539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=1784388847402914539' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/1784388847402914539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/1784388847402914539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2011/05/luz-infusa.html' title='Luz infusa'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-8950311130739856915</id><published>2011-05-01T19:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T19:09:13.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vestígios</title><content type='html'>Ao cair da tarde,&lt;br /&gt;alvorece tua presença&lt;br /&gt;em meu pátio interior.&lt;br /&gt;Sigo a passos lentos&lt;br /&gt;acompanhar teu&lt;br /&gt;vulto de lueta.&lt;br /&gt;Numa esplendida&lt;br /&gt;e polvorosa&lt;br /&gt;escuridão, que&lt;br /&gt;se abate em &lt;br /&gt;minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;É uma doce&lt;br /&gt;e saudosa&lt;br /&gt;presença,&lt;br /&gt;que se instala&lt;br /&gt;suavemente&lt;br /&gt;e que virtualmente&lt;br /&gt;me acompanha.&lt;br /&gt;Em pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;emoções e imagens.&lt;br /&gt;Como fantasma&lt;br /&gt;a me perseguir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-8950311130739856915?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8950311130739856915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=8950311130739856915' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/8950311130739856915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/8950311130739856915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2011/05/vestigios.html' title='Vestígios'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-3210031326411777087</id><published>2011-04-21T15:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:45:47.661-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulher bela é perdição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0dv0wW6Hfo/TbB6st2oVpI/AAAAAAAAASc/ty_WvYPkNgw/s1600/DSC00008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0dv0wW6Hfo/TbB6st2oVpI/AAAAAAAAASc/ty_WvYPkNgw/s320/DSC00008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mulé bonita, formosa&lt;br /&gt;de encantos revelados.&lt;br /&gt;Da belezura que tem,&lt;br /&gt;deixa os homi provocado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Põe a perder o capeta,&lt;br /&gt;na sua presunção.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a vizinha,&lt;br /&gt;cuimenta, querendo&lt;br /&gt;tirar satisfação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Sum Pedro,&lt;br /&gt;chaveiro do céu.&lt;br /&gt;ficou inté sem&lt;br /&gt;distinção.&lt;br /&gt;De vê a fulô&lt;br /&gt;que a moça&lt;br /&gt;jogou pra sua&lt;br /&gt;mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que estava&lt;br /&gt;amparda&lt;br /&gt;de um jeito&lt;br /&gt;arrumada&lt;br /&gt;bem no meio&lt;br /&gt;de seus&lt;br /&gt;mamão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-3210031326411777087?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3210031326411777087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=3210031326411777087' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/3210031326411777087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/3210031326411777087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2011/04/mulher-bela-e-perdicao.html' title='Mulher bela é perdição'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0dv0wW6Hfo/TbB6st2oVpI/AAAAAAAAASc/ty_WvYPkNgw/s72-c/DSC00008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-2100083758786070588</id><published>2011-04-21T15:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:41:43.468-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem Cintilante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERRmjjmgt5E/TbB5sQmtOPI/AAAAAAAAASY/uvTq2TYC_2Q/s1600/DSC00007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERRmjjmgt5E/TbB5sQmtOPI/AAAAAAAAASY/uvTq2TYC_2Q/s320/DSC00007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se meu amor vir junto.&lt;br /&gt;No pássaro alado vamos voar.&lt;br /&gt;Correr mundos e fundos.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai nos segurar.&lt;br /&gt;Que felicidade verdadeira,&lt;br /&gt;não se encontra em nenhum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Somente no coração daqueles&lt;br /&gt;que querem se amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-2100083758786070588?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2100083758786070588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=2100083758786070588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/2100083758786070588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/2100083758786070588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2011/04/viagem-cintilante.html' title='Viagem Cintilante'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ERRmjjmgt5E/TbB5sQmtOPI/AAAAAAAAASY/uvTq2TYC_2Q/s72-c/DSC00007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-8065466990200902924</id><published>2011-04-21T15:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:37:06.461-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Dragão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mL9HZDR43PQ/TbB5H1Lp5RI/AAAAAAAAASU/nEybL64Dgjk/s1600/DSC00006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mL9HZDR43PQ/TbB5H1Lp5RI/AAAAAAAAASU/nEybL64Dgjk/s320/DSC00006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Na peleja do sonho&lt;br /&gt;me aparece o dragão.&lt;br /&gt;Com minha pexera&lt;br /&gt;em punho, vou enfrentar&lt;br /&gt;o bichão.&lt;br /&gt;Com meus cachoros&lt;br /&gt;juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Vou derrotar o vilão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-8065466990200902924?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8065466990200902924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=8065466990200902924' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/8065466990200902924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/8065466990200902924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-dragao.html' title='O Dragão'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mL9HZDR43PQ/TbB5H1Lp5RI/AAAAAAAAASU/nEybL64Dgjk/s72-c/DSC00006.jpg' height='72' 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I dont know,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I dont say.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I ask you,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; these day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I dont know,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I dont say.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I never know,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I never say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rimas vem,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; rimas vão.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Via SMS de montão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cheguei em casa,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; num sol de rachar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vou tomar banho e descançar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Álcool não sei se presta.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Contonete seco, talvez,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sirva melhor pra essa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-9088862745079274012?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/9088862745079274012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=9088862745079274012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/9088862745079274012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/9088862745079274012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2011/04/rimas-da-tarde.html' title='Rimas da Tarde'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-6478196230455048489</id><published>2011-04-08T22:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:07:22.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Moça da janela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJvkllkWT3k/TZ-v1PaGnnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/olj_OPTxzLs/s1600/DSC00009.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="128" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJvkllkWT3k/TZ-v1PaGnnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/olj_OPTxzLs/s400/DSC00009.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moça formosa&lt;br /&gt;fulô de laranjeira&lt;br /&gt;sai na janela&lt;br /&gt;toda faceira&lt;br /&gt;e os caboco tudim&lt;br /&gt;embaixo, &lt;br /&gt;querendo&lt;br /&gt;sua atenção,&lt;br /&gt;pra ver quem vai&lt;br /&gt;conquistá&lt;br /&gt;o seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se aperreia todos&lt;br /&gt;embaixo de sua &lt;br /&gt;janela.&lt;br /&gt;num alvoroço&lt;br /&gt;medonho pra&lt;br /&gt;fazê seresta.&lt;br /&gt;E a moça&lt;br /&gt;num tá nem ai,&lt;br /&gt;num tá nessa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-6478196230455048489?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6478196230455048489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=6478196230455048489' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/6478196230455048489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/6478196230455048489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2011/04/moca-da-janela.html' title='Moça da janela'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJvkllkWT3k/TZ-v1PaGnnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/olj_OPTxzLs/s72-c/DSC00009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-243895583512171781</id><published>2011-03-29T20:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:11:51.041-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensaio Silente</title><content type='html'>No silêncio da noite&lt;br /&gt;tua voz ressoa. É&lt;br /&gt;o açoite que acalenta&lt;br /&gt;minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envolto nesta silente&lt;br /&gt;chama, viso teu halo&lt;br /&gt;a preencher meus&lt;br /&gt;espaços.&lt;br /&gt;Inflama meus anseios&lt;br /&gt;de fundir-me na&amp;nbsp; bruma &lt;br /&gt;da paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sublimo os anseios&lt;br /&gt;de tuas ancas&lt;br /&gt;explode em larvas&lt;br /&gt;de mil vulcões&lt;br /&gt;em meu antro&lt;br /&gt;perene.&lt;br /&gt;Te perpetuo&lt;br /&gt;nos laivos de minha&lt;br /&gt;derme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me consomes&lt;br /&gt;de fora pra dentro.&lt;br /&gt;De dentro pra&lt;br /&gt;fora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-243895583512171781?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/243895583512171781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=243895583512171781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/243895583512171781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/243895583512171781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2011/03/ensaio-silente.html' title='Ensaio Silente'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-9016847874565050922</id><published>2011-03-19T13:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T13:56:43.827-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Essência de Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Algo te constitui mulher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;além das fronteiras do teu ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Mais que tuas formas curvilínea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;que qual prisma explode em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;multicores e matizes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;revelando suas sutilezas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Algo te constitui mulher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;mais que um toque&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;de olhar que pronuncias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;O charme que lanças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;manto que envolve a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Mais que teu espectro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;que passa desfilando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;numa cadência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;hipnotizante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Tua essência mulher,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;ternura inefável,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;que tece a vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;no fundo de teu ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Anjo que derrama tua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;essência sobre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;aqueles que amas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-9016847874565050922?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/9016847874565050922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=9016847874565050922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/9016847874565050922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/9016847874565050922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2011/03/essencia-de-mulher.html' title='Essência de Mulher'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-766026091326819058</id><published>2011-03-10T21:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:05:59.201-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Swan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j9npSIWH3VA/TXlnSOH9VZI/AAAAAAAAARc/nik9QJQZINA/s1600/cisne+negro.jpeg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="125" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j9npSIWH3VA/TXlnSOH9VZI/AAAAAAAAARc/nik9QJQZINA/s1600/cisne+negro.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Acabei de assistir o filme cisne negro aqui no computador. Não sei por  que mas a legenda não apareceu. Tive que assistir o filme em inglês e  tentar entender alguma coisa. Pra mim o ponto principal do filme é o  limiar entre a realidade e a fantasia ou a sanidade e loucura. Se a  gente procura se aventurar em encontrar o limiar entre esses dois é  possível que acabemos por confudir, misturar os dois. Associado a isso  acrescenta-se uma mente perturbada, seja pela obsceção intransponível  dos nossos limites físicos e intelectuais ou ainda problemas de ordem  neurológica, chegamos então, auge da nossa loucura. Já não é possível  saber o que é verdade, o que é ilusão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-766026091326819058?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/766026091326819058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=766026091326819058' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/766026091326819058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/766026091326819058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2011/03/black-swan.html' title='Black Swan'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j9npSIWH3VA/TXlnSOH9VZI/AAAAAAAAARc/nik9QJQZINA/s72-c/cisne+negro.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-3234558960096283585</id><published>2011-03-01T20:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T07:32:00.182-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Poesia&lt;/span&gt; Minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Poesia via de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;paixões e emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Poesia&lt;/span&gt;, triste dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em que desaparecia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de minhas inspirações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Poesia&lt;/span&gt; minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fia, das entranhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;do escritor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Poesia&lt;/span&gt;, Ó Poesia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;por que repudias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a minha infeliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;alegria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;Poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;dolce&lt;/i&gt; Poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que roubas parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de mim, ao te&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;fazer caligrafia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-3234558960096283585?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3234558960096283585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=3234558960096283585' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/3234558960096283585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rolhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;como fortaleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por que me roubas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;os meus devaneios?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quando súplico de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;desejo e quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;revelar-te através&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;de meus escritos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Brilho suave e toque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;inefável, de pontas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;de dedos sobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a tua pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-6273426262061750774?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6273426262061750774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=6273426262061750774' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/6273426262061750774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sandra sobre a sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sombra sobre a Sandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sandra sombra sobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sobre sombra Sandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sobre Sandra á sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sombra Sandra sobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sombra, sombra, sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sandra, Sandra, Sandra&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/8834857267565511673-8375820310653223157?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8375820310653223157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=8375820310653223157' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/8375820310653223157'/><link rel='self' 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abertos&lt;br /&gt;caminho certo, gozo que&lt;br /&gt;se inicia.&lt;br /&gt;Carícia permanente no teu&lt;br /&gt;manto quente.&lt;br /&gt;Relevo no qual se delicia.&lt;br /&gt;Solta as amarras de tua alma.&lt;br /&gt;Defundi tua essência no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Me envolve com teu extrato&lt;br /&gt;A cama é o castelo de se&lt;br /&gt;Amar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-2060650739466514343?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2060650739466514343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=2060650739466514343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dificuldades de Amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mágoas no ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É tudo que você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe &amp;nbsp;proclamar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por que se esvazias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E deixar que uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Crescente amargura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tome conta de si,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tomando conta de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lança-te na aventura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De Amar e já te acovardas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A querer mitigar teus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Selos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tomas, um ar lúgubre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E mordaz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se constróis a grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;muralha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;isolas –te e não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Recebes &amp;nbsp;as rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De teu servo e amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Libertas a grande Fenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De tua alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fa-la alçar vôos longínquos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Com grande envergadura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como cabe a medida de tua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois teu Amor é tão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Forte quanto a morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E tão suave quanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A canção de um anjo&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/8834857267565511673-7871138306100161546?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7871138306100161546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=7871138306100161546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/7871138306100161546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/7871138306100161546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/11/insolito.html' 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class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;exalão seu doce e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;suave odor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Difunde opúsculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;dialogal envolvente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cresce vertiginosamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;no compasso da proximidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;de suas essências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E gravitam plenamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Numa colisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;numa união&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;de duas energias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;dois sentimentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;como mundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;em fusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E irradiam suas tranformação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;em seiva à todos.&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/8834857267565511673-4427252299892603140?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/4427252299892603140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=4427252299892603140' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/4427252299892603140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/4427252299892603140'/><link 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sans-serif;"&gt;Caminhos da melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Almas que se fundem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Numa intrínseca harmonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Colóquio eficiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Frases ao vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Circunda a alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eflúvio indolente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Passa tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Passarás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pelo fio da canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Passa gente na conversa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Na maior animação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Faz de conta que estamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nos jardins do Paquistão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Belo Evo, Dramo, Cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Terna calefação&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/8834857267565511673-2029540617691213935?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-5678241521740321418</id><published>2010-11-21T16:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T16:27:11.077-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequeno colóquio sobre Oração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O que é oração? Em que consiste a verdadeira oração? Por que Orar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Essas são algumas das perguntas que fazemos ao iniciarmos a caminhada de oração. Essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; que é uma das mais primitivas formas de se relacionar com o Divino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Por vezes, na oração, colocamos a projeção do nosso eu no divino. Ou seja, atribuímos a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deus, nossos anseios, alegrias, tristezas e etc, como se a função do criador fosse nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;proporcinar nosso bem estar. Dessa forma, o primeiro estágio, ou o primeiro e mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; comum tipo de oração é a de petição. Pedimos e pedimos muito. Pedimos para que Deus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;nos livre dos males da vida, e isso é bastante razoável. Mas não só isso. Pedimos coisas e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;coisas específicas. Como se Deus estivesse a nossa disposição e&amp;nbsp; atendesse. Pra isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;fazemos algo semelhante a parábola do fariseu e publicamo. Nos justificamos a Deus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Senhor, eu sou bom. Eu pago o dizmo. Eu jejuo. Eu não cometo pecados. Eu leio as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;sagradas escrituras" etc. Fazemos todo tipo de justificativa, para convencer a Deus que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;merecemos o que pedimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda, fazemos promessas, sacrifícios para sensibilizarmos a Deus que merecemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nessa dinâmica se estabelesce um vedadeiro comércio espiritual. Negociamos com Deus a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;graça que queremos em troca de nosso comportamento, sacrifícios e etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Curiosamente falamos: "Isso vai acontecer por que Deus quer". Como temos certeza que vai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;acontecer? Deus esta a nossa disposição? Sabemos o que ele pensa e o que ele quer? Na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;verdade, isso consiste na projeção do nosso Eu em Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Outro modelo de oração é a de agradecimento. Essa é bastante razoável e sempre foi uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;forma de oração muito utilizada. Agradecer o dom da vida. As &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;graças concedidas, a saúde,&amp;nbsp; e etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Há também outros modos de oração, como a de cura e libertação. Oração de proteção. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Porém considerando todas as formas de oração aqui colocadas, nenhuma consiste no que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;diria se tratar da verdadeira forma de Oração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Bem da verdade, se pensarmos na questão da oração, verificamos que no fundo a oração é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;uma atribuição do homem. Deus não deixara de ser Deus se não rezarmos. Deus não precisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;de nossoas orações. Se tem um motivo para orarmos é que com ela Deus pode nos divinizar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deus abrirá nosso entendimento para as coisas superiores. Deus fará morada em nós e assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;podermos atingir os outros também. Quando Oramos nos colocamos diante de Deus para que ele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;possa fazer em nós aquilo de que necessitamos, do que ele deseja e para irradiar sua graça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;para os outros. Dai surgi uma novo modo de&amp;nbsp; oração, que seria a Oração de abandono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Estar disposto para que Deus conduza nossa vida e a provê-la da forma que achar melhor. Lembremos de Jesus:" Quem quiser tentar salvar sua vida irá perde-la e quem perder sua vida por minha causa irá encontrá-la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;As nossas necessidades Deus conhece e as atende se for de sua vontade. As sagradas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;escrituras nos ensina isso quando Jesus fala: "Por que vocês se preocupam com o que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;comer? Com o que vestir? Vejam as aves do céu. Veja os lírios do campo". E ainda: "Quanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;os cabelos de vossa cabeça já estão todos contados"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deus nos conhece e sabe de nossas necesidades e nos atende a medida que elas nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;liberta, nos conduzem ao seu encontro e as encontro dos irmãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Portanto se há um modo de oração que é fundamental é a oração de contemplação. De &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;abandono, pela qual Deus nos humaniza, nos cristifica, nos transforma, nos converte. Nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;torna um facho de luz seu para nos iluminar e iluminar os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Para finalizar, nos perguntamos: Por que rezarmos pelos outros? Acredito&amp;nbsp; para que Deus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;possa fazer que ele se abra a sua graça e misericórdia e seja assim instrumento da Paz de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deus no mundo.&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/8834857267565511673-5678241521740321418?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5678241521740321418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=5678241521740321418' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/5678241521740321418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/5678241521740321418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/11/pequeno-coloquio-sobre-oracao.html' title='Pequeno colóquio sobre Oração'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-3401867526405884355</id><published>2010-11-20T16:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T16:31:31.241-02:00</updated><title type='text'>6uv16a5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Caminhos corridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;da rua do meio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;do meio...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;meio fio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Caminhos sedentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;maculados, lentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem fio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Com frios&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Coisa sei lá de que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como verei você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cadê o por quê ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por que? Vai...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;melhormesmoninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Putsssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cara....# @ ? !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ah!!! &amp;nbsp; tanto faz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bicho, num sei não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho impressão....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sei lá.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8834857267565511673-3401867526405884355?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-554215074438223278</id><published>2010-11-20T16:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T16:10:53.263-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fonenas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ba - na - na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ban - nan - na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ban - na - na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&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;Ba - nan - na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ma - mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Man - mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ti - a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Tchi - a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ti - Tchi - ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ti &amp;nbsp;Ti &amp;nbsp;Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tchi &amp;nbsp;Tchi &amp;nbsp;Tchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-554215074438223278?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/554215074438223278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=554215074438223278' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/554215074438223278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/554215074438223278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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sans-serif;"&gt;se anuvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sobre a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que entristecia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;desce os degraus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sifão na escuridão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A emoção gélida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;congela-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;gradativamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;na medida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ínfima e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;degradante&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;na razão 3/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;da razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Halo cinzento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;denso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;pungente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;adsorvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao que se destila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;no hálito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;acre de giló&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cai o acaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;crepúsculante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sol devorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;obscuridade&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sombria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Assobios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;dos quatro ventos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;cortantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;restaurações&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;inábeis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Melancolia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que se anuvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;cresce erva daninha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;meditação que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;anestisia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;o fundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;da alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-7093603665162678356?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-297880488691827211</id><published>2010-11-09T18:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T18:42:19.079-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudário de Turim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/TNmW4DcnqyI/AAAAAAAAALo/AmZ8iUuyWTo/s1600/Sudario+de+Turim.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="129" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/TNmW4DcnqyI/AAAAAAAAALo/AmZ8iUuyWTo/s1600/Sudario+de+Turim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;fonte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sumateologica.wordpress.com/2010/04/02/tomas-responde-fomos-libertados-do-pecado-pela-paixao-de-cristo/" linkindex="130"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;sudário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ó Senhor; mostrai-nos serena a vossa face e seremos salvos." (Sl. 79,4)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Encontra-se em exposição no Gilberto Salomão, aqui em Brasília a Exposição: "Quem é o homem do sudário?" São painéis, replicas, vídeos com a divulgação dos resultados científicos do estudo no manto que envolveu o homem do sudário. Para os cristãos é uma oportunidade de entender o que foi e como foi a Paixão, Morte e Ressurreição de Jesus. Conhecemos bem a história, mas ter ideia do que aconteceu de fato é outra coisa. Em 2004 Mel Gibson, trouxe às telas do cinema o filme "A Paixão de Cristo", que seria a descrição do que aconteceu com Jesus nas horas que antecederam sua crucificação e morte. O filme chocou por conter cenas de violência. Nesta exposição os&amp;nbsp;cientistas&amp;nbsp;procuram montar um quebra cabeça com as informações das investigações feitas no pano para responder a pergunta: Quem é o homem do sudário?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para aqueles que não acreditam na autenticidade do pano, o relato e as informações contidas na investigação é bastante interessante. Vamos tentar relatar suscintamente alguns desses resultados obtidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1. A partir da identificação de tipos de areia e grãos de pólen encontrados no pano, foi possível traçar a trajetória do manto. Desde a região da Palestina, passando pela França até chegar em Turin na Itália. Foi detectado pólen de planta proveniente da região que Jesus viveu e que era espinhenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2. A mancha que mostra o desenho de frente e de costas do homem do sudário apresenta características interessantes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a. O sangue é do tipo AB, característico de povo Judeu. É de homem, pois a análise de DNA mostra que tem os cromossomos X e Y. O homem teria em torno de 1,80m, forte, cabelo longo, barba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;b. O homem passou por um estresse elevado, dado essa revelado pela grande quantidade de bilirubina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;c. Há três tipos de sangramentos: Um de sangue Venoso, outro de arterial e um tipo de sangramento de pessoa que já havia falecido. (Pós-Mortes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;d. Foram dois tipos de frajelos usados. Um de metal, na forma de alteres e outro de osso. E também foram dois homens que frajelaram pelas posições dos golpes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;c. Foram dados cerca de 120 golpes de chicotadas, muito mais do que o permitido pela época e tanto de frente como nas costas e isso levou a mais de 600 lesões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda pelas manchas de sangue foi possível determinar os cravos usados, a coroa de espinhos que se parecia mais com um capacete. A posição dos pregos no punho e não na mão. Fato curioso é que o dedo polegar não aparece. Isso revela que ao introduzir o cravo no punho o nervo que controla o polegar é esmagado e ai o polegar é recolhido para a palma da mão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O escorrimento do sangue pelos braços e pernas mostra que o condenado se apoiava nos braços e pernas para poder conseguir respirar e ai esta uma das forma de torturas mais cruéis onde o próprio condenado se tortura para poder continuar vivo. O homem do sudário teria morrido de uma parada cardíaca e por insuficiência respiratória devido a dificuldade de conseguir se apoiar para respirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;d. A imagem deixada no tecido tem coisas intrigantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A primeira é que a imagem é tridimensional, o que leva a acreditar que realmente o pano foi envolto em um homem. Isso foi revelado por um equipamento chamado V8 que a NASA usa para fazer animações em três dimensões de outros planetas&amp;nbsp; a partir de imagem geradas pelas naves espaciais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e. Outra coisa é que era de se esperar que a imagem fosse disforme uma vez que o pano sobre uma superfície volumosa, que tem três dimensões mostre uma área maior na imagem gerada. Exemplo: Se pintarmos nosso rosto e colocarmos um pano sobre ele, a imagem será distorcida, pois o nariz esta num plano mais elevado que a maçã do rosto e por sua vez essa, esta num área acima dos olhos. A área total será maior na pintura&amp;nbsp; no pano, Porém isso não aparece no Sudário que apresenta uma área proporcional de forma que o Rosto aparece perfeito. Houve várias tentativas de gerar imagem semelhante usando vários produtos inclusive ácido, porém as imagens não se assemelhavam àquela presente no sudário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;f. A foto do pano revelou que o negativo do filme é na realidade a imagem perfeita. Como se tivesse sido feita a imagem ao contrário. Ou seja o positivo da imagem é na realidade o negativo dessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;g. Um exame detalhado nos fios do tecido mostrou que ocorreu um tipo de oxidação especial do algodão e que essa oxidação era mais intensa onde a imagem é mais forte e mais suave onde as manchas da imagem é mais fraca. Ainda que só 2 micras, ou seja só a primeira camada do fio foi oxidada. O interior do fio de algodão continuou intacto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;h. A análise detalhada do pano revelou que sobre a pálpebra do homem do sudário foram colocadas duas moedas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i. O rosto deformado revela que o homem do sudário deve ter perdido um olho, parte da barba e quebrado o nariz, provavelmente em quedas ao carregar a cruz. A cruz na realidade era uma trave de madeira que era amarrada nos braços abertos impedindo que o condenado protegesse o rosto numa possível queda. As manchas de sangue nas costas confirma isso pelas feridas abertas pela tora de madeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Esses alguns dos resultados do estudo sobre o sudário de Turim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A exposição ainda mostra réplicas dos flagelos, da coroa de espinhos, dos cravos utilizados para transpassar as mãos e os pés. Ainda uma maquete da tumba. Uma imagem feita em bronze a partir dos dados do pano e um surpreendente holograma feito a a partir do manto e que revela a imagem do homem do sudário em três dimensões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bem o homem do sudário pode até não ser Jesus, porém seria uma extrema coincidência que na história houvesse outro homem que tivesse sofrido tal tortura e morrido de forma igual e com as mesmas características de Jesus. Alguns dados da investigação concordam perfeitamente com os relatos dos Evangelhos e com as profecias. Isto é realmente algo bastante intrigante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8834857267565511673-297880488691827211?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/297880488691827211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=297880488691827211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/297880488691827211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/297880488691827211'/><link rel='alternate' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnvUOMniaFE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnvUOMniaFE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem formosa e Bela!&lt;br /&gt;Vem ao jardim do Amor!&lt;br /&gt;O inverno já finda e&lt;br /&gt;as vinhas em flor&lt;br /&gt;exalam seus perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;O roxinol ressoa&lt;br /&gt;sua suave e doce&lt;br /&gt;canção e a natureza&lt;br /&gt;toda em festa nos&lt;br /&gt;convida a comunhão.&lt;br /&gt;A unir nossa&lt;br /&gt;essência a dela.&lt;br /&gt;A publicar todo&lt;br /&gt;orvalho de sentimento&lt;br /&gt;que se faz presente&lt;br /&gt;e tranborda&lt;br /&gt;em nossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como a cocheira&lt;br /&gt;transborda sua felicidades&lt;br /&gt;em fortes e torridas&lt;br /&gt;correntes cristalinas.&lt;br /&gt;E tua frágil e suave&lt;br /&gt;beleza que se acalenta&lt;br /&gt;em minh'alma.&lt;br /&gt;Me inunda o espírito&lt;br /&gt;com teus bálsamos&lt;br /&gt;que tua pele exala&lt;br /&gt;revelando tua delicada&lt;br /&gt;candura.&lt;br /&gt;Vem formosa e Bela.&lt;br /&gt;Vem ao meu jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Perfuma as flores.&lt;br /&gt;Colori&amp;nbsp;o jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Da vida de nossas&lt;br /&gt;vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Vem unir o teu&lt;br /&gt;Amor ao meu.&lt;br /&gt;Numa força&lt;br /&gt;que se transborda&lt;br /&gt;em energia&lt;br /&gt;para todo o ser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-913927301853612145?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sua sinuosidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;vem iluminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;meu anelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A imagem de teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;corpo me possui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e me deixa exaltado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vejo-o agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;em senos e cossenos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;de serras e campos: Nú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cada curva se apresenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;aos meus olhos tal qual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a brisa que suavemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;conduz &amp;nbsp;folhas secas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ao vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fico a palmilhar cada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;milimetro que tangenceia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;tuas curvas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cada derivação é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;perfeita como és&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;em tua essência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;intrínscica e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;idebutável beleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O espírito acalma e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;o coração incendeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;em amplas labaredas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fito teus lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que cintila e desabrocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;numa procurar inquietamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a união voluptosa com&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;os meus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fico sequioso de veemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;anseio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Teus seios pausados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;emergem tal qual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;um vulcão das entranhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;da terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se projeta a esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;o momento &amp;nbsp;de carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e sucção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De alimentar e preceder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;o grande banquete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;contemplo&amp;nbsp;agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;um pequeno facho de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;luz, que rompe a fresta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;da janela e acarecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;com suavidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;teus pêlos pubianos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;qual granímeas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;vicejantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que se arremeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a frente qual colina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e brilha cristalinamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a ponto de ofuscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a visão do libido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Corro os dedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;em tuas curvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;qual balarina ao gêlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;desenvolve e contorna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;as delicadas curvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A respiração ofega e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ressoa a mais bela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;canção de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O corpo ferve e movimenta-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sincronicamente numa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;orquestração opulenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;harmoniosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto proclamo doidíces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;deliciosas em teus ouvidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;tal qual &amp;nbsp;guloseimas na boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;de um anjo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Submerge, membro viril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;opulento lento, rijo na tênue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;geniceu seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Osculos, amplexos, nexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sexo teu, meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;deleite inefável&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;explosão de satisfação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que fervilhão em nossos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;corpos suados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acalento de nosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Lascivo'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-1213749448393933151</id><published>2010-10-25T19:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:28:33.223-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Grace ( Il Divo )</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="400" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNzVMgvxPjw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNzVMgvxPjw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma música tradicional e bela. Já havia escutado-a em algum lugar, algum tempo. Talvez&amp;nbsp;resquícios&amp;nbsp;da minha&amp;nbsp;infância&amp;nbsp;longínqua. Essa interpretação é realmente muito legal massa.&lt;br /&gt;A música fala de alguém que se sente resgatado e experimenta uma grande paz e reconhece que é uma grande graça. Para aqueles que tiveram experiência de conversão sabe bem o que isso significa. Perceber que Deus em um determinado momento de nossas vidas nos chama e tudo aquilo que parecia vida era na realidade um vago e&amp;nbsp;insípido&amp;nbsp;caminho sem volta. Deus dá um novo colorido, uma nova dimensão, uma nova vida. É uma experiência forte e que imprime uma marca da qual não conseguimos mais escapar. Por que o Amor de Deus que é perfeito e grandioso nos&amp;nbsp;persegue, nos guarda e nos conduz.&lt;br /&gt;Como muitas vezes somos insensatos e ingratos com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;É próprio da natureza humana o erro. Porém Deus com sua graça grandiosa nos resgata e nos conduz pelo bom caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Amazing Grace! how sweet the sound&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That saved a wretch like me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I once was lost, but now am found&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Was blind but now I see"...&lt;/i&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/8834857267565511673-1213749448393933151?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1213749448393933151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=1213749448393933151' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/1213749448393933151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/1213749448393933151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/10/amazing-grace-il-divo.html' title='Amazing Grace ( Il Divo )'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-1970702389931841668</id><published>2010-10-25T18:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:56:33.225-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Romance - Lady Gaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="306" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando vi essa mulé pela primeira vez, pensei: Ah! é uma Madonna&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;do século 21. Loura, Impetuosa, provocante e etc. Achei trash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Algumas características que se pode descrever: Irreverente, provocativa, recheada de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;insinuações sexuais, perfonista e etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Realmente, uma das coisas que ela gosta e investe bastante é em performance. Basta olhar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;os vídeos clips dela. Confeço que achei até bem produzidos. Uma grande variedades de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;figurinos. Cheio de detalhes. No vídeo acima tem uma cena que ela aparece vestida dos pés&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a cabeça com uma roupa toda dourada e é por alguns instantes só. Dança, muita dança, com&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;movimentos que diria esquisitos, quebrados, esdruxulos, sei lá. &amp;nbsp;Parece que ela se preocupa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;muito nos detalhes dos vídeos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma forte dose de apelo sexual. Aliás gostaria de escrever que: Isso tem sido uma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;característica dos clips das "gostosonas" cantoras como: Beyoncé, Shakira, Alizée, Mariah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;carey, Britney spears e outras. Acho que hoje não se concebe um video sem apelo sexual.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não deve "ficar bem". É um atrativo forte para venda. Se a música não presta, pelo menos o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;cabra "límpa a vista". Pois bem, a tal Leide Gaga é mais uma. Vem de vento em&amp;nbsp;poupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Outra característica é a rebeldia. Algo como querer chocar a sociedade. Mexer com a moral e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;costumes. Assim a uma educação do anti-valor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mulher indepente, livre e faz o que bem quiser e ninguém tem nada com isso. Numa livraria&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que visitei, tinha dois exemplares que falava do sucesso de Lady Gaga, (agora escrito em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;inglês). Numa rápida foleada no livro, li que ela era bastante jovem e que aos 22 anos já havia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;transado com muitas mulheres e homens e que preferia, os homens. Veja que valor sublime&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;esse (Rss).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O vídeo acima se chama Bad Romance. Não é a música que eu gosto. Gosto de Alejandro,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que tem uma batida legal, mas confesso que acho o video igualmente esquisito e não&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;consegui ainda entender qual a mensagem do video e da música. Esse Bad Romance ao&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;contrário traz uma lógica e uma certa explicação, porém é igualmente esquisito como Alejandro. &amp;nbsp;A música fala: Eu quero seu romance ruim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Podemos fazer um romence ruim. Eu quero sua feiúra. Eu quero sua doença...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O video fala de uma mulher submissa, subserviente. Que é tratada como um objeto, coisa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que é usada e maltratada. É algo esquisito, porém não algo ilusório, infelizmente. Há pessoas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que mantem uma relação de submissão e conformismo como se o parceiro(a) estivesse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;fazendo um favor estar ao seu lado. Nesse aspecto o vídeo faz uma crítica a esse tipo de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;relacionamento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8834857267565511673-1970702389931841668?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1970702389931841668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=1970702389931841668' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/1970702389931841668'/><link 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fizeste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;o copo de limão cheio,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a&amp;nbsp;debulhar&amp;nbsp;os grãos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;desta terra.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ao passar o brilho do sol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;na gota do orvalho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Viu o reflexo da escuridão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentiu o cheiro agradável,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;do inodoro&amp;nbsp;ímpeto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;papoulo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desfilou na pasarela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;das pedregulhas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;enquanto a terra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;abria a boca&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a procura de água.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-149424760884422908?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/149424760884422908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=149424760884422908' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/149424760884422908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/149424760884422908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/10/jpe-04.html' title='JPE 04'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-5469473332705699427</id><published>2010-10-15T20:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T20:43:19.167-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ermo de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_HtMpChQ3M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_HtMpChQ3M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos na noite.&lt;br /&gt;Caminho à noite.&lt;br /&gt;Vento suave e gêlido&lt;br /&gt;corta meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Na penumbra da noite.&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão da noite.&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos avoados&lt;br /&gt;perdidos na escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;De certo a incerta do momento.&lt;br /&gt;Se faz presente em multi&lt;br /&gt;tons de um degradê cinza.&lt;br /&gt;De sentimentos compelidos&lt;br /&gt;em uma massa explosiva.&lt;br /&gt;Que cresce e se robustece&lt;br /&gt;A ponto de quase explodir.&lt;br /&gt;Segue o seco sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Resquicios.&lt;br /&gt;Fragmentos fractados,&lt;br /&gt;desolados.&lt;br /&gt;E o vulcão emerge por&lt;br /&gt;dentro.&lt;br /&gt;E o frio sereno, fora&lt;br /&gt;acompanha e observa&lt;br /&gt;toda a frágil movimentação.&lt;br /&gt;Segue seu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;sigo sozinho, passando&lt;br /&gt;por diversos quadros,&lt;br /&gt;lugares de inquietações&lt;br /&gt;próprias.&lt;br /&gt;Isolado, sigo velado&lt;br /&gt;ermo num deserto&lt;br /&gt;interior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-5469473332705699427?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5469473332705699427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=5469473332705699427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/5469473332705699427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Confesso que não sei de onde vem e a que se refere. Porém o que me vem a mente quando escuto ou lembro disso é algo como o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;Imagina um lugar, num litoral paradisíaco, num daqueles dias que o sol se mostra generoso e você levou sol o dia inteiro na praia, mas ainda tem gás pra noite. Dai, a noite, num especie de lual você encontra uma pessoa. Parece algo assim forte, envolvente e essa pessoa te atrai. Dai começa conversa, a se conhecer e as coisas evoluem rapidamente. Estão os dois envolvidos e tudo é tão inteso e rápido. Porém tão intenso e forte, cheio de emoção e sentimento. Dai tudo se acaba com o raiar do dia. E o que era mágico se desfaz por completo. É isso que essa frase remete. Dai faz sentido falar: Como um sonho de uma noite de verão. Vai o pirulito e fica o palito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-5250659791055669015?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5250659791055669015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=5250659791055669015' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/5250659791055669015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/5250659791055669015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/10/sonha-de-uma-noite-de-verao.html' title='Sonha de uma noite de verão'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-6427646222892820316</id><published>2010-10-14T16:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T16:05:24.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inis Mona</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="400" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iijKLHCQw5o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iijKLHCQw5o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem estava eu, certo dia, procurando no You tube uma música, um rock pra ouvir e me desestressar, quando me deparei com essa música acima. Bem achei ela ideal. Muito barulho. Daqueles rocks poderiamos dizer pesado, Heavy metal ou coisa do gênero. Eles usam um tom medieval, meio Celta que dá um toque diferente a ao rock.&lt;br /&gt;O Nome da Banda é &lt;i&gt;Eluveitie&lt;/i&gt; e a música se chama &lt;i&gt;Inis Mona.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa interessante é a voz do cantor. Ele faz algo que a cinematografia padronizou como sendo voz do demônio (Rss). Fala sério! Uma voz distorcida e grave. Porém, num tem nada com voz de demônio ou mesmo se trate de um culto satânico, como muitos falam por ai. Acham que rock pesado tem a ver com isso.&lt;br /&gt;No geral eu gostei da música e serviu pra desestressar. O tem medieval é legal. Uso de Gaita de fóle e outros instrumentos semelhantes.&lt;br /&gt;Para finalizar e para que não pensem que a música se trata de algum culto satânico, segue abaixo a letra traduzida da música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Inis Mona (Tradução) &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bem-vindo à terra das perguntas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bem-vindo à ilha de lore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Onde o véu veio desintegrando-se&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aí tudo começou,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A germinação&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desvendando uma porta oculta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aí ele foi revelado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esperanças e aspirações&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abrindo uma porta encantada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprimorar o sentido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Levantar para juntar-se ao amanhecer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu fecho os olhos, Inis Mona&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E relembro velhas histórias daqueles dias prósperos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu,lua sobre você, Inis Mona&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enquanto eu respirar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vou chamar-lhe "minha casa"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;20 anos eu tenho caminhado por seus túmulos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anos de ambição jovem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu segui o caminho dos sábios&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aí tudo foi semeado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A inspiração&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Removendo os sete selos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aí ele foi revelado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enigma da liberdade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abrindo uma porta invisível&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-6427646222892820316?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6427646222892820316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-2894074185723950828</id><published>2010-10-06T22:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:36:18.429-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe da Gente</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Maria solidária&lt;br /&gt;que nos adotou&lt;br /&gt;e com muito carinho&lt;br /&gt;nos educou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria simples&lt;br /&gt;e sem instrução&lt;br /&gt;recolhe e nos guarda&lt;br /&gt;no seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria rezadeira&lt;br /&gt;e com devoção&lt;br /&gt;com fé rotineira&lt;br /&gt;ensina o perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria, Maria&lt;br /&gt;Maria sem par&lt;br /&gt;o vosso caminho&lt;br /&gt;queremos trilhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em colônia de Leopoldina&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu uma flor&lt;br /&gt;Maria és perfume&lt;br /&gt;de Nosso Senhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria de fibra&lt;br /&gt;Maria de pé&lt;br /&gt;és pilastra firme&lt;br /&gt;Maria José.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria a pobreza&lt;br /&gt;te acompanhou&lt;br /&gt;mas os teus filhos&lt;br /&gt;tu os educou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria de fé&lt;br /&gt;Maria de coragem&lt;br /&gt;da família silva&lt;br /&gt;tu eras a engrenagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a estrela deste dia&lt;br /&gt;que um dia nasceu&lt;br /&gt;que iluminou a todos&lt;br /&gt;que o Senhor nos deu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrela guia&lt;br /&gt;que nos conduzia&lt;br /&gt;pelas estradas da vida&lt;br /&gt;que nos protegia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De firme esperança&lt;br /&gt;que se empenhou&lt;br /&gt;e de confiança&lt;br /&gt;e grande fervor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao Pai peço para ti&lt;br /&gt;a glória dos céus&lt;br /&gt;dessa terra que corre&lt;br /&gt;leite e mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria José&lt;br /&gt;trilhaste teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;e num dia de Janeiro&lt;br /&gt;nos deixastes sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora a saudade&lt;br /&gt;no peito é demais&lt;br /&gt;de tempos passados&lt;br /&gt;que não voltam mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquemos com as lembranças&lt;br /&gt;de tantas alegrias&lt;br /&gt;que compartilhastes&lt;br /&gt;de noite e de dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com este poema&lt;br /&gt;fiquei foi contente&lt;br /&gt;minha tia, minha linda&lt;br /&gt;Mãe da Gente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-2894074185723950828?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2894074185723950828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=2894074185723950828' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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height="400" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UzYDr5SlHgk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UzYDr5SlHgk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D3sd3 qu3 ouvi essa música, aliás, um trecho dela pela escola, achei chata. Era que os alunos de celular pra cima e pra baixo, reproduzia como toque apenas um trecho que era tchipassim:&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt; taram! taram ram, ram, ram&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;ram, ram ram rammmm.... Num sei o que, num sei o que....&lt;/i&gt; Tentem cantar. E aquela repetição era muito Xarope. E eles xaropavam colocando o tempo todo o trecho da música. Hoje, por acaso vi o clip completo da danada da música, lá na escola vendo um reprodutor de video na barra do nevegador. Ai..... gostei.. Ou talvez de tanto ouvir fiquei alienado. As músicas de dancing e que tem trechos que se repetem. Acaba virando um jargão, refrão ou coisa parecida e acaba que entra no quengo do caboco e de lá num sai mais. Bem, bom ou ruim ai esta o video. E confesso que gostei. Essa versão é a remix, mas tem o video oficial no you tube também.&lt;br /&gt;A Vika é do tipo interessante, porém apela para um sensualidade, tipo discreta para dar uma chamada de atenção&amp;nbsp; e composição ao video.&lt;br /&gt;Inté.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-3675969150075792594?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3675969150075792594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=3675969150075792594' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/3675969150075792594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/3675969150075792594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/10/dancing-stero-love.html' title='Dancing Stero Love'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-7727953966961013789</id><published>2010-10-04T15:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T15:07:57.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JPE002</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Quero o meu Bem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O único bem que possuo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Bem como a mais importante&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;e preciosa jóia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Bem que me torna pequeno,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;diante da grandeza do mundo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quero esse único bem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como eu o quero!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cada átomo de meu corpo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;deseja este bem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esse bem que me queima,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;me queima com o fogo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do seu amor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esse Bem que me ama tanto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se eu pudesse receber todo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor, eu explodiria em&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;milhões de mézons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seu Amor me consome, como&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;as folhas secas do deserto, a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;inflamar-se no fogo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este Bem que me torna grande&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;por que sou pequeno e diminuo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;cada&amp;nbsp; vez mais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esse Bem que me transforma e&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;me purifica, tornando-me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do jeito que ele quer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esse Bem existe e é bem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;real.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este Bem é Deus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-7727953966961013789?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7727953966961013789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=7727953966961013789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/7727953966961013789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/7727953966961013789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/10/jpe002.html' title='JPE002'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-5386669434749183643</id><published>2010-09-30T15:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T15:43:33.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A escuridão me Basta</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DME6G1dWoE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DME6G1dWoE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nesta  Oração mística Thomaz Merton (Ir Louis) expressa a intimidade de união  da alma com Deus. Essa intimidade é revelada pela fé pura.&lt;br /&gt;A alma  caminha em direção a Deus com suas incertezas, sua humanidade, sua  limitação, imcompreenções. Deus é que nos toma pela mão e nos conduz.&lt;br /&gt;A experiência de ser conduzido por Deus revela que a alma trilha um  caminho de sua estrada interior. A descoberta de Deus é também a  descoberta &lt;br /&gt;de si próprio.&lt;br /&gt;Diante do auto-conhecimento, do reconhecimento de sua natureza pecadora e limitada, o homem se entrega a Deus que o leva a experiência mística de união intima. Dessa forma a alma se transforma, não por seus méritos, mas pela presença mística de&amp;nbsp; Deus em sua alma. NO Evangelho vemos o príncipio dessa verdade, quando é dito que o Reino de Deus (Céu) habita em nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Igualmente também é dito pelo Senhor a Pedro que quando fores velho, serás cingido e tomado pela mão e conduzido a onde não queres ir. Isso indica que a alma toda absorta em Deus é levada pelo mesmo para onde este quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ao investirmos pela viagem interior nos depararmos com os nossos  defeitos e também virtudes. Uma vez que buscamos a Deus, esses defeitos  vão sendo polidos no dia a dia, na convivência mútua, na experiência com  Deus. As virtudes, podem ser alvo de tropeço se essa é permeada pela  nossa soberba, a mãe de todos os pecados. Dai aquilo que poderia ser  motivo de crescimento espiritual, acaba sendo uma arma para subjulgar,  dominar os outros. Todo poder deve ser encarado como serviço aos demais e  não para se servir do povo. És o grande problema dos chefes das nações.  O cristo, O Deus verdeiro, criador do Universo se fez servo de todos.  Curou, amenizou o sofrimento de muitos. Assim as virtudes, quando não  perpassadas pelo amor de Deus, quando eivadas de soberba, serva para a  ruina de si e dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta Oração mística de Thomaz Merton, ele conlui sabiamente dizendo: "A  escuridão me basta". O Meu eu cheio de defeitos e virtudes, nos quais  Deus vem em nosso auxílio e nos eleva. É ele que com sua graça e  misericórdia nos cumúla do pedacinho do céu. O céu que concerne na união  íntima da alma com Deus. "O céu é Deus, e em minha alma ele esta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-5386669434749183643?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5386669434749183643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=5386669434749183643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/5386669434749183643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/5386669434749183643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/09/escuridao-me-basta.html' title='A 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0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;paraíso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teus cabelos, águas cristalinas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;das cachoeiras.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teu semblante, acalanto inebriador&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;do espírito, matando-o suavemente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;de doçura do mel dos favos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estrutura alguma pudera suportar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tal simplicidade de beleza.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teu corpo, obra dos dedos do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;criador, que o modelou,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;para confundir os estetas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teu jeito, essência essencial de&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Javé.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dom para a humanidade, que  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fulmina de amor os corações&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dos homens racionalistas mórbidos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuas carícias maternais de fada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tua voz, canto de ninar angelical.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De teus elementos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nada é indispensável,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;até teus erros que te&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;constituem Rita.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-7958389105263023460?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7958389105263023460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=7958389105263023460' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/7958389105263023460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/7958389105263023460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Passatempo algum,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;conseguimos flutuar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As trocas novas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;procuram mais vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A vida&amp;nbsp;enigma&amp;nbsp;profundo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peculiar beleza,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;não encontrava em outra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;coisa, a não ser em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;suas&amp;nbsp;ametistas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Podera debruçar-me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;em tamanha beleza,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;saborear tamanho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sonhos coloridos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deslizar na suave imaginação.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Destilar olhares de compenetração.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma parte de mim despreza,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;outra parte insiste,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;enquanto não&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;te decides.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vã são as sensações,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que aumenta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a insegurança e torna-me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;prisioneiro de mim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-7787750872843335366?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7787750872843335366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=7787750872843335366' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Das horas, quantas horas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se vagas a noite toda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a procura do enigma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guiar meus passos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a procura dos teus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;olhos na escuridão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Talvez o brilho da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;lágrima na noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O sussurro e o gemido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a soar neste mar de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quantos jazem nas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;trevas da tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;que não conseguem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;transformá-las em luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por ondes caminhas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Qual caminho deve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;seguir-te?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sei, não entendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e fico parado e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;extasiado, num&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;silêncio contemplado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Coisas'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-8807318412985521391</id><published>2010-08-26T20:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:33:31.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign your name</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="400" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwdTcoUHfkw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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title=""&gt;Deeply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;separates my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;in two universes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Far, far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;seeking the shade of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;your steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;in my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-8807318412985521391?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8807318412985521391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=8807318412985521391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/8807318412985521391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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imageanchor="1" linkindex="16" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/THAEWKZ4fWI/AAAAAAAAALY/bpp_qUTf8IQ/s320/Alma.sketch.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es a senda que se anuvia.&lt;br /&gt;Que escurece minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Que anuncia tua chegada.&lt;br /&gt;Desfaçada num ambiente&lt;br /&gt;emudecido e mordaz.&lt;br /&gt;Saltas suave e macio&lt;br /&gt;como um animal selvagem&lt;br /&gt;a espreitar sua presa.&lt;br /&gt;Sigo sem destino&lt;br /&gt;vagando pelas ruas na&lt;br /&gt;escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;De guia so minha sede.&lt;br /&gt;Agora quase posso ouvir&lt;br /&gt;o murmurio da fonte.&lt;br /&gt;Suave e delicado.&lt;br /&gt;Porém desaparece como&lt;br /&gt;a leve bruma, sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;nem norte.&lt;br /&gt;E sigo a te procurar&lt;br /&gt;sem saber se posso&lt;br /&gt;encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;De certo, só a duvida.&lt;br /&gt;A sede aumenta e ela&lt;br /&gt;me guia, por caminhos&lt;br /&gt;inacabados.&lt;br /&gt;Por caminhos desgastados.&lt;br /&gt;Sigo a passos curtos.&lt;br /&gt;A mitigar sua presença.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto envolto, como em &lt;br /&gt;braços.&lt;br /&gt;Num magnetismo estanque.&lt;br /&gt;O coração se abrasa&lt;br /&gt;coaduna com a sede&lt;br /&gt;de te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Se diluindo num oceano&lt;br /&gt;de incertezas.&lt;br /&gt;Agora toda essência se&lt;br /&gt;inflama. Se consume&lt;br /&gt;e é inputado neste&lt;br /&gt;fogo que devora&lt;br /&gt;produzindo energia&lt;br /&gt;ao universo.&lt;br /&gt;Sigo na sombra&lt;br /&gt;da noite.&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão que&lt;br /&gt;me devora.&lt;br /&gt;Na solidão que consome&lt;br /&gt;minhas forças.&lt;br /&gt;E a sede insaciável&lt;br /&gt;do teu amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-6710315757983753409?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6710315757983753409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=6710315757983753409' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/6710315757983753409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/6710315757983753409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/08/alma-peregrina.html' title='Alma Peregrina'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/THAEWKZ4fWI/AAAAAAAAALY/bpp_qUTf8IQ/s72-c/Alma.sketch.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-2894350120753692955</id><published>2010-08-20T16:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T16:58:45.045-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Movimento latente</title><content type='html'>De dia durmo&lt;br /&gt;A tarde calo&lt;br /&gt;Por ti procuro&lt;br /&gt;A noite Falo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De dia durmo&lt;br /&gt;A tarde calo&lt;br /&gt;Por ti procuro&lt;br /&gt;A noite Falo, falo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De dia durmo&lt;br /&gt;A tarde calo&lt;br /&gt;Por ti procuro&lt;br /&gt;A noite Falo, falo, falo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De dia durmo&lt;br /&gt;A tarde calo&lt;br /&gt;Por ti procuro&lt;br /&gt;A noite... Falo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-2894350120753692955?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2894350120753692955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=2894350120753692955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/2894350120753692955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/2894350120753692955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/08/movimento-latente.html' title='Movimento latente'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-8141030269296201012</id><published>2010-08-20T16:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T16:46:48.944-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal Necessário</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="306" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/flX3AW1eSRM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/flX3AW1eSRM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho essa música muito legal massa. Me recorda minha infância. Traduz algo como mística, dualidade e maniqueismo. Todas temos um pouco disso. Por isso faz-se necessário se conhecer. Esquadrinhar todos os recantos da alma. Por vezes ela, de natureza mutável, vai se escondendo por detrás de nosso ego. São várias as facetas, assim como também há um enorme labirinto. Onde parece que estamos andando em círculos e não estamos chegando a lugar nenhum.Quem poder fazê-lo que abra do olho. Procure se conhecer, na tentativa de se entender e dominar sua natureza. Todos nós temos uma pontinha de inclinação pra'quilo, num sei nem se existe essa palavras, mas deixa assim; que é errado. Que é proibido. As vezes nos pegamos agindo de forma bastante egoísta, desejando que as coisas girem ao nosso redor. Como somos bobos. A maior experiência que podemos ter na vida, é a de se conhecer. De se amar. De perceber que Deus nos ama, e é bastante paciente conosco.&lt;br /&gt;Bem chega de filosofia e vamos curtir essa música. A letra vai abaixo e o vídeo vai acima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 127.7%;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;Mal Necessário&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/ney-matogrosso/" id="identificador_artista" linkindex="106"&gt;Ney Matogrosso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;small&gt;Composição: Mauro Kwitko&lt;/small&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;Sou um homem, sou um bicho, sou uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Sou a mesa e as cadeiras deste cabaré&lt;br /&gt;Sou o seu amor profundo, sou o seu lugar no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sou a febre que lhe queima mas você não deixa&lt;br /&gt;Sou a sua voz que grita mas você não aceita&lt;br /&gt;O ouvido que lhe escuta quando as vozes se ocultam&lt;br /&gt;Nos bares, nas camas, nos lares, na lama.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o novo, sou o antigo, sou o que não tem tempo&lt;br /&gt;O que sempre esteve vivo, mas nem sempre atento&lt;br /&gt;O que nunca lhe fez falta, o que lhe atormenta e mata&lt;br /&gt;Sou o certo, sou o errado, sou o que divide&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem duas partes, na verdade existe&lt;br /&gt;Oferece a outra face, mas não esquece o que lhe fazem&lt;br /&gt;Nos bares, na lama, nos lares, na cama.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o novo, sou o antigo, sou o que não tem tempo&lt;br /&gt;O que sempre esteve vivo&lt;br /&gt;Sou o certo, sou o errado, sou o que divide&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem duas partes, na verdade existe&lt;br /&gt;Mas não esquece o que lhe fazem&lt;br /&gt;Nos bares, na lama, nos lares, na lama&lt;br /&gt;Na lama, na cama, na cama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-8141030269296201012?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8141030269296201012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=8141030269296201012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/8141030269296201012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/8141030269296201012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/08/mal-necessario.html' title='Mal Necessário'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-1644210205595960375</id><published>2010-08-14T22:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:50:44.551-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigo, Te sigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="306" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kE07OBe1iwE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kE07OBe1iwE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aminhamos...&lt;br /&gt;Juntos, juntamos nossas emoções...&lt;br /&gt;Unimos nossas essências numa química quase perfeita...&lt;br /&gt;Cada passo, cada gota de suor...&lt;br /&gt;Cada desafio, um mundo a percorrer&lt;br /&gt;E eu te procurei&lt;br /&gt;E eu te procuro&lt;br /&gt;E te persigo, como o sol a terra,&lt;br /&gt;como o orvalho as folhas na delicada manhã de domingo&lt;br /&gt;Como um prelúdio terno a tua inefável e inigmática essência&lt;br /&gt;Lancei meus sentimentos, afim de te alcançar....&lt;br /&gt;De te amar como uma fera sedenta&lt;br /&gt;Impávido, dedonado deste lume abrasador&lt;br /&gt;Como um anjo a te oferecer todos os teus selos... Todos os teus zelos, num aconchego perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de te acolher como a mais bela e delicada flor&lt;br /&gt;Como um dente de leão, que o vento&lt;br /&gt;docemente conduz ao seu destino&lt;br /&gt;Quisera reunir todas minhas forças&amp;nbsp; e te oferecer em proteção....&lt;br /&gt;Em sacrifício, em libação de nosso Amor...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-1644210205595960375?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1644210205595960375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=1644210205595960375' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/1644210205595960375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/1644210205595960375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/08/sigo-te-sigo.html' title='Sigo, Te sigo'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-4080078522107131048</id><published>2010-08-09T17:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:55:06.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós e o Amor de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E&lt;/span&gt;strou escrevendo isso pra&amp;nbsp; dizer que situações más resolvidas,  traumas, emoções ruins e etc, por mais que a pessoa seja durão, com  pouca sensibilidade e etc, de alguma forma o organismo cobra isso se não procurar resolver. Tem  pessoas que são estouradas, e embora isso pareça ruim, se ela num faz  isso é sinal de que pode ser perigoso; pra ela pelo menos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Na medida do  possível a gente precisa resolver essas emoções ruins pois elas vão  cobrar da gente depois e pode ser pior. As vezes ficamos amargando  determinadas coisas durante muito tempo, quando que se a gente  procurasse resolvê-las antes poderia ter sido melhor. Eu aprendi que é  sempre importante fazer isso. Não&amp;nbsp; resolver de forma a ser arisco e  agresssívo com o outro, mas colocar aquilo que tem incomodado, e assim  desabafar o que pesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; As vezes conseguimos contornar situações, e as vezes achamos que  resolvemos, mas no fundo ficou algo que não foi completamente sanado.  Lembrei-me agora do Evangelho, onde Jesus fala que somos cegos guiando  outros cegos. Porém Deus concedeu que quando porcuramos com siceridade e  justiça resolver as coisas e principalmente colocando o mandamento dele  que diz que devemos amar o próximo como a si mesmo, então as coisas  tendem e serem resolvidas da melhor forma. Somos cegos, mas para aqueles  de coração sincero, Deus conduz. Tem uma música na Igreja, que a gente  chama de Mantra que diz: &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Indo e Vindo, Trevas e Luz, Tudo é graça, Deus nos conduz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Assim é nossa vida. Mesmo quando queremos acertar,  erramos. Isso mostra quão fragéis nós somos e quanto necessitamos da  misericórdia de Deus. Somos servos inúteis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As vezes só o tempo é que vai dizer se aquilo pelo qual buscamos ou  fazemos, foi realmente vontade de Deus. Por isso não gosto muito quando  as pessoas dizem que Deus falou pra ela isso ou aquilo. E que segundo  elas Deus quer que façamos isso. Acho isso muito perigoso. Da minha  parte fico procurando saber a vontade de Deus&lt;/span&gt;. Porém isso não é  fácil, por que ele não aprece pra dizer: Faça isso ou aquilo. As vezes  temos que passar por momentos difíceis pra descobrir e as vezes não. O  importante é não desistir. É confiar no Senhor. Tem outra música que  diz: &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bonum est cofidere in Domino, bonum sperare in Domino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,  ou seja: Bom é confiar no Senhor, Bom é esperar no Senhor. O primeiro  inimigo que deve ser vencido é nosso orgulho. Quando erramos ou estamos  em difuculdades, a primeira tentação que nos vem é se afastar de Deus,  como Adão e Eva no paraíso. É um grande erro nosso. Deus é misericórdia e  o que precisamos fazer é reconhecer nossa limitação e ir ao seu  encontro. Pedir perdão e ser acolhido e fortalecido por ele, como na  parábola do filho pródigo. Deus é Amor, ja dizia João evagelhista. E o  Amor só sabe Amar, pois isso é próprio dele. Se há um erro, é o nosso  erro. Somos nós que precisamos reconhecer nossas falhas e buscar a  perfeição. É também em João que Jesus vai dizer: É pela vossa  perceverança que sereis salvos. É o que chamamos na Igreja de teimosia  santa. Teimar em querer acertar, em fazer aquilo que é correto apesar de  nossas imperfeições.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-4080078522107131048?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/4080078522107131048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=4080078522107131048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/4080078522107131048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/4080078522107131048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/08/nos-e-o-amor-de-deus.html' title='Nós e o Amor de Deus'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-7883983163444995109</id><published>2010-08-07T10:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T10:22:40.319-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentação - Diabo e Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stava refletindo sobre essas coisas e sobre a questão da tentação. A  igreja nos ensina que há o tentador. Que ele provoca a gente dentro da  nossa história. Que ele tenta a todos. Que é um anjo decaído, que  desobedeceu a Deus. Considerando essas coisas, e eu com fiel, acredito  mais num deixo de ficar perturbado. Perceba, como é que o diabo consegue  tentar tanta gente e ao mesmo tempo. Quantas pessoas há no mundo? Ele  teria que ter poderes para isso. Será que Deus concedeu que ele tivesse  para nos tentar? Se ele era um anjo, como é possível que um anjo, que é  uma criatura mais evoluída que um ser humano, e portanto desprovido de  certos defeitos, digamos assim, que o homem tem, desobedeceria a Deus e  se tornaria um ser capaz de levar a todos que concorde com suas  sugestões a infelicidade eterna. Diz-se que o diabo nos tenta em nossa  história, o que isso quer dizer que ele não tenta a gente naquilo que a  gente tem controle, que a gente consegue segurar, que constituí uma  fraqueza nossas. Como seres históricos que somos, fomos criados de forma  que acumulamos certos traumas, vícios decorrentes de nossa vida  cotidiana e que determinada etapa do caminho nossa consciência, nosso  corpo cobra isso. A gente nem sempre tem consciência dos erros que vamos  acumulando e quando adultos, nem sempre percebemos esses erros. Ai já  estamos formado e cabe a nós uma luta para vencermos nossas tendências. A  Igreja coloca que existe 07 pecados, chamados capitais, sendo: A  soberba, a avareza, a cobiça, a luxúria, a gula, a íra, a preguiça. São  assim chamados por que eles são fontes e origem de outros pecados e  erros que acometem o homem. Na nossa história de vida nos deparamos com  um ou outro desses pecados. Com algum nível desse que é fonte de outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Segundo a filosofia Budista, o demônio não existe. As tentações  seriam frutos de nossa história, de nossas inclinações. E que cabe o  homem descobri essas inclinações e trabalha-las para evoluir, se  purificar. Por exemplo, se a pessoa tem um tendência a íra, e por vezes  sua de raiva, rancor para com os outros, precisa se trabalhar para se  purificar de defeito e isso não teria nada a ver com tentação ou diabo. É  simplesmente uma tendência da pessoa, que precisa ser trabalhada. A meu  ver essa ideia da filosofia budista é mais coerente que aquela pregada  nas Igrejas. Atribuir nosso erros e tendências pecaminosa a outrem é  mais fácil, faz com que a gente não se sinta um bicho, uma coisa e se  eximir um pouco da responsabilidade de nossos atos. Mas se o demônio não  existe, então como fica, ou como explicar as passagens da sagrada  escrituras que se refere ao demônio e a Jesus que os expulsou das  pessoas possuídas? Por que não há ou não se modula a esse respeito? Se  explica que sentido tem essas&amp;nbsp;possessões&amp;nbsp;demoníacas? És a questão. Por  que então Jesus também foi tentado? Se ele é o filho de Deus e é  perfeito. Livre do pecado original. Segundo a Igreja, o pecado original  foi que rompeu a unidade do homem com Deus e consigo mesmo. Ele fez com  que não nos compreendermos. Nos contradizemos. Perdemos a capacidade  de sermos felizes e de comunhão com Deus. É visto que mesmo tentando  fazer o bem acabamos fazendo o mal e o provocando. Que até uma "boa  ação" pode acabar sendo algo relativo, pois ela pode acabar sendo motivo  de decaimento de outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acho essas questões interessantes e muito instigantes. O fato é que  precisamos lutar contra nossas tendências, nossas más inclinações.  Procurar o nosso bem e dos outros também. Há quatro relações  Fundamentais: Eu comigo, Eu com o outro, Eu com Deus. A  esse respeito Paulo vai dizer que não podemos dizer que amamos a Deus se  odiamos nosso irmão. Pois como podemos amar a Deus que não vemos e não  amamos a nosso irmão que vemos. &amp;nbsp;Por que Deus habita em nós e nos  outros. Se amamos os outros, amamos o Deus que existe em cada um de nós.  Uma máxima da Igreja diz que: Ubi caritas et Amour Deos Ibiest, ou seja  onde houver amor e caridade, Deus ai está. &amp;nbsp;Caridade aqui se entende  como a expressão maior do amor de Deus. Dai as relações Eu comigo e Eu  com o próximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A cada passo dado no conhecimento de Deus, mais percebemos quão  distante ele se encontra de nós e quanto ele nos ama, pois Deus é amor.  Daí o conhecimento de Deus, serve para que nos entreguemos cada dia mais  a ele. De fazê-lo o tudo de nossa vida. De se colocar em sua presença e  desejar ardentemente que a vontade dele se realize em nós e em todas as  suas criaturas. O conhecimento de Deus, não é se apropriar dele. Não é  pra ficar expert em coisas relacionadas a Deus. A ser o doutor, sábio e  conhecedor de Deus, porém alargar nosso coração no sentido de amá-lo  ardentemente e fazê-lo o tudo de nossa vida. Isso é o principio de Céu. O  céu nada mais é que a comunhão com Deus, enquanto que o inferno é a  completa e total e eterna ausência de Deus. O inferno aqui na terra  consiste em você se deparar com todo tipo de dificuldade e perceber que  nem a presença e certeza de Deus você tem ao seu lado. Ao contrário,  aqueles que tem Deus em seu coração, pode passar pelas mais adversas  dificuldade, que experimentará uma paz. Uma paz que surge em meio aos  problemas, mais que não é capaz de fazer com que a pessoa se desespere e  se destrua.&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/8834857267565511673-7883983163444995109?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7883983163444995109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=7883983163444995109' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/7883983163444995109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/7883983163444995109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/08/tentacao-diabo-e-deus.html' title='Tentação - Diabo e Deus'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-7825060629203747936</id><published>2010-08-07T09:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T09:44:14.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Raciocinando em Crepúsculo e comentários</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;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;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;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;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;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/TF1RUrvYvtI/AAAAAAAAALA/rY-EelCoSik/s1600/Crep%C3%BAsculo.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="101" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/TF1RUrvYvtI/AAAAAAAAALA/rY-EelCoSik/s400/Crep%C3%BAsculo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fonte:http://bebidaliberada.com.br/raciocinando-em-crepusculo/ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ssa questão da prerrogativa do homem, a ereção, Freud explica.  Acho que vem da questão e que o homem é bastante competitivo,  principalmente se tratando de mulheres. Ele quer se sentir e ser, o  melhor,&amp;nbsp; ser admirado pelas mulheres como um homem viril, másculo. Quando  aparece um outro que apaga esse brilho dele em relação a mulher, ele  tende a querer desqualificar o outro, a competir, a tentar se mostrar  para a fêmea que é melhor que o outro. Freud explica.&lt;br /&gt;Outro aspecto é a questão do sexo. Na verdade, embora seja uma função  importante para homens e mulheres, ele é motivo de piadas, gozação e  etc. Piada relacionadas ao sexo costumam ser engraçadas. Freud explica  também. Em pleno século 21, temos ainda uma sociedade cheia de pudores,  preconceitos, falso moralismo, tabus e etc em relação a questão sexual.  Falar sobre sexo é algo complicado, seja ela qual for a estancia social.  As vezes nos sentimos preparados, mas os outros não.&amp;nbsp; Então fazer  gozação com a questão sexual ajuda a aliviar a pressão social a esse  respeito. Faz com que a gente possa arrumar uma desculpa para tratar de  sexo. As piadas que o digam. Ouvir piadas relacionas a essa questão,  imaginar situações curiosas em relação a isso faz-nos divertir, achar  engraçado e descontrai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com relação as questões biológicas e imaginadas em  relação a um vampiro, realmente não cabem, pois, vampiros não são  humanos e tão pouco criaturas reais. São obra de ficção. São criaturas  que já morreram. Não podem ter aspectos fisiológicos e biológicos  humanos. Querer explicar isso é muita fumação de orégano. Sei não, acho  que S.M. deve ter dado uns tapa na pantera, pitado o cachimbo da paz,  mandado a fumaça pra cachola. Falar sobre isso, remete a questão do  crepúsculo. Acho que o principal ali é o romance e isso independe de ser  entre vampiros e humanos. Talvez se o contexto não fosse de um vampiro e  uma humana, não teria tanto sucesso. O fato inusitado (vampiro e  humano) é que foi um diferencial no romance. Dessa forma, pra mim fica o  romance. Essas questões de vampiros e as questões e explicações de como  são e como vivem, pra mim é balela. Num faz minha cabeça. Desafia a  minha vã sapiencia, me faz sentir um bobão. Assim deixo esse aspecto de  lado. O romance pra mim é mais importante e as lições que ele me traz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A questão da ereção de homens que não a tem serem Gays.&lt;img goomoji="360" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/360" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;img goomoji="338" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/338" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;img goomoji="330" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/330" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;img goomoji="ezweb_ne_jp.333" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/ezweb_ne_jp/333" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;.  É bem verdade que homens tem essa preocupação. Nossa sociedade é ainda  bastante machista. Os homens por sua vez se preocupam com seu desempenho  sexual, sua ereção, sua performance sexual, com o tamanho do bilau,  como que se isso, fosse a coisa mais importante e principal para que uma  mulher se sinta feliz ao seu lado. Parece que a coisa funciona assim:  Quanto mais eu for melhor de cama, a mulher vai ficar feliz e ai não  precisa de mais nada. Para um homem que pauta sua vida toda em melhorar  sua performance sexual, ficar sem ter ereção é como dizer: GAME OVER.&lt;img goomoji="ezweb_ne_jp.344" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/ezweb_ne_jp/344" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;img goomoji="ezweb_ne_jp.342" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/ezweb_ne_jp/342" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;img goomoji="ezweb_ne_jp.339" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/ezweb_ne_jp/339" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;.  Por isso faz-se gozação em relação a isso, numa proposição filosófica  de lógica, ou seja, se não tem ereção, então é bicha. No fundo isso  mostra a questão da auto-afirmação masculina e a competição entre  homens. Acho inclusive que os jogos e os primórdios das olimpíadas no  fundo querem mostrar isso. Acontece é que temos muitos Gays Homens, e  muitos homens Gays.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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="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="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/8834857267565511673-7825060629203747936?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7825060629203747936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=7825060629203747936' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/7825060629203747936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/7825060629203747936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/08/raciocinando-em-crepusculo-e.html' title='Raciocinando em Crepúsculo e comentários'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/TF1RUrvYvtI/AAAAAAAAALA/rY-EelCoSik/s72-c/Crep%C3%BAsculo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-6985647870659361708</id><published>2010-08-05T19:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:55:08.207-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade - Prazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Segundo Freud, o prazer (líbido) um dos pontos importantes do homem. Através dele o homem busca a realização pessoal. Então esse prazer seria sinônimo de felicidade. Prazer aqui colocado de uma forma mais ampla, não só no sentido sexual. As pessoas antropologicamente falando buscam a felicidade. Numa visão cristã o céu, a salvação. Trazemos dentro de nós a semente da felicidade e a buscamos. No mundo de hoje , mais que nunca se busca ela na forma de prazer. Como disse prazer como felicidade. Diz-se então que temos momentos felizes e não felicidade. Ainda que a felicidade é totalmente avessa ao sofrimento, dessa forma se você sofre, você não é feliz. Em tudo que fazemos procuramos o prazer. Ler um livro, ver TV, jogar bola, conversar, fazer atividade física etc. Porém o sofrimento não é oposto a felicidade. Tanto que tem pessoas que sofrem e são felizes. Isso por que deram um sentido ao seu sofrimento, e este passa a não ser um obstáculo a felicidade e sim um caminho pelo qual se chega a felicidade. No mundo de hoje temos pessoas desencontradas e vivendo situações de sofrimento, pelo fato de que aprenderam que para ser feliz e necessário eliminar tudo aquilo, que supostamente é obstáculo a sua felicidade. Ainda temos um conceito de felicidade que é particularizado. É o que chamamos acima de prazer. O que é prazer (felicidade) pra mim pode não ser pra você e ai tem-se os problemas. Este prazer então passa a esta associado a outras coisas, como: ter coisas, bens materiais, posição social, dinheiro, fama e até o uso de pessoas. Tudo com intuíto de ter prazer (felicidade). É fácil de percerber que daí gera-se vários conflitos. Por que meu prazer vai, de alguma forma em oposição ao do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A cada busca de prazer e cada conquista de um determinado prazer, iremos querer mais prazer. É um efeito bola de neve. Um exemplo simples disso é a ilusão das drogas. começa-se com uma leve e se tem prazer com ela. Ai ela já não é suficiente pra promover prazer e usa-se doses maiores até que se muda para uma droga mais potente. Econtinua o ciclo até a destruíção dapessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Educar alguém hoje para que busque uma felicidade que não seja passageira, que seja justa, ou seja para todos e que os supostos obstáculos seja necessário para o amadurecimento e uma perfeita felicidade é um grande desafio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-6985647870659361708?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6985647870659361708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=6985647870659361708' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Duas vidas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Duas emoções&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;semelhantes e distantes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vivendo um.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unindo os corações,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;os sentimentos e as&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;aspirações&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-6631559707977414053?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6631559707977414053/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-8469128794108495700</id><published>2010-07-31T12:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T12:29:01.261-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JPE LXXVII</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Meninos que andam pelas ruas e praças.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meninos com uma liberdade falsa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Liberdade oprimida pelo sistema.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meninos a toa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meninos sem rumo, sem sentido.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meninos instíntos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não olhe a sua consciência,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nem a razão, elas são mais&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fortes que você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meninos bem aventurados.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No fundo de tua desorientação&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;e ignorância, mora algo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;grandioso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Algo indecifrável, algo inesgotável.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que se revela nesta tua&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;simpliscidade e miséria.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meninos franzinos e enfraquecidos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meninos de Rua&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-8469128794108495700?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8469128794108495700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=8469128794108495700' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;i&gt;do que lembrar de te&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;esquecer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que, lembrar de te&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;esquecer, lembra te&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;querer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E lembrar de te querer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lembra sofrer. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-3399645599017610661?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3399645599017610661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=3399645599017610661' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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poderá te beijar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem poderá te tocar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem poderá te sentir?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem te deixará, voar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nas assas desse menino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;com arco e flecha?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem te acordará&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;deste sonho?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-5841593489541713714?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5841593489541713714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=5841593489541713714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/5841593489541713714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/5841593489541713714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/07/jpe-xxi.html' title='JPE XXI'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-6900443735176372847</id><published>2010-07-30T20:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T20:12:48.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JPE LXIX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fica comigo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;poderemos construir um mundo novo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fica comigo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;preciso te conhecer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fica comigo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O tempo é curto apesar da vida longa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fica comigo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sabendo que as rosas são líndas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mas os espínhos existem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fica comigo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Amor não é teoria, é prática.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vivendo é que se ama.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fica comigo e esquece&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;esse medo de Amar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fica comigo e caminharemos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;juntos, para que quando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;um cair o outro possa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;aparar sua queda,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pois estamos juntos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fica comigo e amadureceremos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e encontraremos a saída,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;quando as dificuldades da&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;vida se apresentarem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-6900443735176372847?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6900443735176372847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=6900443735176372847' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/6900443735176372847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/6900443735176372847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/07/jpe-lxix.html' title='JPE LXIX'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-7326558501167084653</id><published>2010-05-17T08:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T08:18:50.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ser Mãe é padecer no Paraíso"</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;“Ser Mãe é padecer no paraíso”, por que quando se ama verdadeiramente, e  mãe tem essa capacidade em relação aos filhos, qualquer sacrifício se  torna causa de felicidade, pois esta vem em consequência da felicidade e  do bem estar dos filhos. Se os filhos meditassem bem a esse respeito,  não esqueceriam dia após dia e não deixariam de agradecer e valorizar  sua mãe. Pois “padecer no paraíso” é trona-se vela, que se consome e  produz luz para iluminar os filhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-7326558501167084653?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7326558501167084653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=7326558501167084653' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/7326558501167084653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/7326558501167084653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/05/ser-mae-e-padecer-no-paraiso.html' title='&quot;Ser Mãe é padecer no Paraíso&quot;'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-1537874427809357629</id><published>2010-05-13T18:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T18:47:34.162-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JPE LX VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ainda te procuro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;na noite de solidão,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;na noite de aflição.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nas ruas e praças,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nas pessoas, nas coisas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;na vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ainda te procuro,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;noite e dia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na beleza e na tristeza.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ainda te procuro,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;na luz do luar no mar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ainda te procuro,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;na luz dos teus olhos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Olhos distantes e dispersos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que vêem, mas não enxerga,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;o meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-1537874427809357629?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1537874427809357629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=1537874427809357629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cai&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Cai&lt;/span&gt;, Cai, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Cai&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cai&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-8341522891852882602?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8341522891852882602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-1212629077843483625</id><published>2010-05-07T18:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:48:16.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Explosão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;los&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; de sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Explosão&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;felicidade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ex&lt;/span&gt;plosão de vida&lt;br /&gt;Ex&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;plo&lt;/span&gt;são de &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explo&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Explosã&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; de angustia&lt;br /&gt;Explos&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Expl&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ão de fogos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;plo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; do mal à &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;sublimação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-1212629077843483625?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-6049500491302434677</id><published>2010-05-07T18:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:38:22.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JPE L XII</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uando não se tem inspiração,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;não se escreve nada; vão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando não se tem insparação,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;aparece a razão, e a lógica&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;abafa o sentimento e o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;espírito, tornando pobre a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;criação.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não se tem inspiração,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;quebra o encanto e a mística&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;da obra dos céus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando não se tem inspiração,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;não tem sentido e o sentido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;que surge e a razão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-6049500491302434677?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6049500491302434677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=6049500491302434677' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/6049500491302434677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/6049500491302434677'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;i&gt;confirma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ameaça, como as ondas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do oceano no castelo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;à beira do mar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inconstante como as&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nuvens no céu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-5455335396203492574?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5455335396203492574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=5455335396203492574' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/5455335396203492574'/><link rel='self' 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teu semblante.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te espero nas estrelas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te encontro no luar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te sinto por toda parte.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na essência da manhã,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;como tudo poderia ser,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;minha musa te Amar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-564935173051060941?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/564935173051060941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=564935173051060941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/564935173051060941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/564935173051060941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/05/musa.html' title='Musa'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-523625403092291231</id><published>2010-05-07T18:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:21:04.914-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JPE L VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; meia noite.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A meia luz de vela.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;De pedaços de sonhos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;quebrados, pela realidade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;De sua voz suave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ao vento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chegando ao meu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ouvido,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;acalmando meu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;espírito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-523625403092291231?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/523625403092291231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=523625403092291231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/523625403092291231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/523625403092291231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/05/jpe-l-vi.html' title='JPE L VI'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-9005097423826374818</id><published>2010-05-06T21:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:05:26.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JPE LIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ó&lt;/span&gt; linda donzela,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;o que esperás?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;De dia o vento sopra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;teus cabelos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;e de noite a escuridão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;cobre o teu corpo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;revelando o brilho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dos teus olhos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se andas na penumbra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;da noite, feito um&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;animal traiçoeiro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a procura da presa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com sua sedução e&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sua beleza ataca o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;alvo, prendendo em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;suas garras de beleza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;e veneno de sedução.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tornando-me um zumbí&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a cumprir as ordens&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do teu amor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ó bela donzela,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;o que esperás?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não te armás, mas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fulmina a todos com o teu silêncio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Silêncio de Amor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-9005097423826374818?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/9005097423826374818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=9005097423826374818' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/9005097423826374818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/9005097423826374818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/05/jpe-liii.html' title='JPE LIII'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-788701053834989053</id><published>2010-05-06T20:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:55:12.909-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JPE LII</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;e algum dia, morresse hoje,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;o que seria de nós?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se nem te conhecí,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;mas teu rosto vaga na&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;imaginação.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se algum dia, morresse hoje,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;chegaria a tristeza para se&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;alegrar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;passaria a noite acordado,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dormindo em claro, sobre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a escuridão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foi então que vi o brilho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dos seus olhos fechados.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E ouvi o silêncio da sua&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;voz que não falou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-788701053834989053?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/788701053834989053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=788701053834989053' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/788701053834989053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/788701053834989053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2010/05/jpe-lii.html' title='JPE LII'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-5061500861346298692</id><published>2010-03-27T19:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:19:58.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JPE XLVIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Inspirado em Rosilene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando as coisas estiverem ruins&lt;br /&gt;e o pensamento insano,&lt;br /&gt;desespere-se calmamente.&lt;br /&gt;Quando você fala e não&lt;br /&gt;se entende,&lt;br /&gt;age e não compreende,&lt;br /&gt;desespere-se calmamente.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a loucura chegar&lt;br /&gt;e quiser se matar,&lt;br /&gt;por que nada tem&lt;br /&gt;sentido&lt;br /&gt;desespere-se calmamente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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XLVIII'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-2999940360365592000</id><published>2010-03-27T19:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:10:23.074-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Senhor Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;O Senhor das coisas&lt;br /&gt;O ditador das coisas&lt;br /&gt;O escravisador de pessoas&lt;br /&gt;O determinista&lt;br /&gt;Se não se importas,&lt;br /&gt;estais ficando velho.&lt;br /&gt;Se te importas,&lt;br /&gt;tem que dar conta&lt;br /&gt;das coisas a tempo,&lt;br /&gt;antes que o tempo&lt;br /&gt;passe.&lt;br /&gt;O Senhor limitador&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;bela flor nos jardins&lt;br /&gt;ao anoitecer, ou &lt;br /&gt;contempla o mar ao&lt;br /&gt;amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Ela escuta a sinfonia&lt;br /&gt;dos passarinhos e o&lt;br /&gt;vento na floresta&lt;br /&gt;pela manhã.&lt;br /&gt;E me convida a &lt;br /&gt;participar dessa viagem.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse jogo de esconde,&lt;br /&gt;esconde, ela me encontra&lt;br /&gt;e eu acho o seu Amor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-5581016091445203604?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5581016091445203604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=5581016091445203604' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sutil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma.&lt;br /&gt;E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se,&lt;br /&gt;e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança.&lt;br /&gt;E começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos&lt;br /&gt;e presentes não são promessas.&lt;br /&gt;E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida&lt;br /&gt;e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto&lt;br /&gt;e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;E aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje,&lt;br /&gt;porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos,&lt;br /&gt;e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempo você aprende que o sol queima&lt;br /&gt;se ficar exposto por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;E aprende que não importa o quanto você se importe,&lt;br /&gt;algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam…&lt;br /&gt;E aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;ela vai feri-lo de vez em quando e você precisa perdoá-la por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que se leva anos para se construir confiança&lt;br /&gt;e apenas segundos para destruí-la,&lt;br /&gt;e que você pode fazer coisas em um instante,&lt;br /&gt;das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer&lt;br /&gt;mesmo a longas distâncias.&lt;br /&gt;E o que importa não é o que você tem na vida,&lt;br /&gt;mas quem você é na vida.&lt;br /&gt;E que bons amigos são a família que nos permitiram escolher.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que não temos que mudar de amigos&lt;br /&gt;se compreendemos que os amigos mudam,&lt;br /&gt;percebe que seu melhor amigo e você podem fazer qualquer coisa,&lt;br /&gt;ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que as pessoas com quem você mais se importa na vida&lt;br /&gt;são tomadas de você muito depressa,&lt;br /&gt;por isso sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos&lt;br /&gt;com palavras amorosas, pode ser a última vez que as vejamos.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que as circunstâncias e os ambientes tem influência sobre nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Começa a aprender que não se deve comparar com os outros,&lt;br /&gt;mas com o melhor que você mesmo pode ser.&lt;br /&gt;descobre que se leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa que quer ser, e que o tempo é curto.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que não importa onde já chegou, mas onde está indo,&lt;br /&gt;mas se você não sabe para onde está indo,&lt;br /&gt;qualquer lugar serve.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que, ou você controla seus atos ou eles o controlarão,&lt;br /&gt;e que ser flexível não significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade,&lt;br /&gt;pois não importa quão delicada e frágil seja uma situação,&lt;br /&gt;sempre existem dois lados.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer,&lt;br /&gt;enfrentando as conseqüências.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que paciência requer muita prática.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que algumas vezes a pessoa que você espera que o chute&lt;br /&gt;quando você cai é uma das poucas que o ajudam a levantar-se.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência&lt;br /&gt;que se teve e o que você aprendeu com elas&lt;br /&gt;do que com quantos aniversários você celebrou.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você do que você supunha.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são bobagens,&lt;br /&gt;poucas coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia&lt;br /&gt;se ela acreditasse nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que quando está com raiva tem o direito de estar com raiva,&lt;br /&gt;mas isso não lhe dá o direito de ser cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que só porque alguém não o ama do jeito que você quer&lt;br /&gt;que ame, não significa que esse alguém não o ama,&lt;br /&gt;pois existem pessoas que nos amam,&lt;br /&gt;mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar isso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém,&lt;br /&gt;algumas vezes você tem que aprender a perdoar-se a si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que com a mesma severidade com que julga,&lt;br /&gt;você será em algum momento condenado.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido,&lt;br /&gt;o mundo não pára para que você o conserte.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto,plante seu jardim e decore sua alma,&lt;br /&gt;ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores.&lt;br /&gt;E você aprende que realmente pode suportar…&lt;br /&gt;que realmente é forte, e que pode ir muito mais&lt;br /&gt;longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais.&lt;br /&gt;E que realmente a vida tem valor&lt;br /&gt;e que você tem valor diante da vida!&lt;br /&gt;Nossas dúvidas são traidoras e nos fazem perder o bem&lt;br /&gt;que poderíamos conquistar, se não fosse o medo de tentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;William 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/&gt;blue night&lt;br /&gt;dark blue&lt;br /&gt;darkness&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-2670540453356970373?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2670540453356970373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=2670540453356970373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/2670540453356970373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/2670540453356970373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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A primeira coisa que queremos é se livrar dele o mais rápido possível. É importante observar que o sinal de sofrimento seja ele físico ou "mental", quer nos dizer que algo não esta bem. Quando sentimos uma dor física, além de buscar o alívio da dor é importante saber por que esta doendo ou o que esta provocando essa dor.&lt;br /&gt;Partindo pro plano espiritual, qual seria o significado do sofrimento? Por que Deus permite que soframos? A vida não deveria ser de alegria?&lt;br /&gt;Muitos dos nossos sofrimentos esta justamente no nosso livre arbítrio. Fazemos as escolhas e essas escolhas pode nos levar a situações de sofrimento. O sofrimento seria uma consequência as escolhas que fizemos.&lt;br /&gt;Deus de uma forma geral não interfere nas nossas escolhas, agimos por conta e responsabilidade própria. Mesmo se caminhamos a luz da vontade de Deus, isso não será garantia de que não teremos sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;Como falei anteriormente o sofrimento pode ser  uma sinal de que algo não esta bem. Se Deus permite que sofrermos é por que talvez ele queira nos ensinar algo. Precisamos passar por ele para amadurecermos espiritualmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa que é inerente ao seres humanos é que eles tem virtudes e também defeitos. As vezes,  aquilo que se apresente como defeito pra uns possa não ser para outros. Ou ainda aquilo que temos possa não incomodar a uns, mas incomodar a outros. Somos confusos e dessa forma, nos nossas relacionamentos, mesmo procurando ser bom, acabamos gerando e recebendo sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa é que costumamos ver os defeitos dos outros e igualmente a não tolerá-los, mas temos a dificuldade em perceber os nossos e trabalhá-los  afim de que possamos viver bem com os outros. Ai temos grande causa de sofrimento. O aceitar-se e aceitar o outro.  Lembremos da  parábola do Fareseu o do Publicano (Lc 18, 9-14). Somos levados muitas vezes a agir como o fareseu, que se justifaca, e tá ta tudo bem. Uma mensagem oriental diz que:  quando vermos um homem bom, imite suas virtudes, mas quando vermos um homem ruim procure olhar para você mesmo. E outra diz que: Feliz quem percebe seus defeitos, pois aprende a ter misericórdia dos outros. Precisamos ter paciência com os outros e principalmente nos esforçarmos para melhorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltando ao aspecto espiritual do sofrimento e da tolerância para com os outros lembremos do evangelho na parábola do joio e do trigo, onde Jesus ensina que deve crescer juntos , pois se retirarmos antes o joio do trigo, este não crescera e dará frutos. Poderia o sofrimento ser o joio?  É necessário crescer espiritualmente apesar de nossos defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um estorinha falava uma vez de um monge que vivia se lamento a Jesus devido a sua cruz. No mosteiro ficava com inveja de um monje, que era sorridente, e pensava que se podesse trocar a cruz, preferia que fosse pela  daquele monje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez teve um sonho em que via um monte de Cruz e que Jesus se aresentava a ele e dava a permissão, para  que  trocasse de cruz, como ele desejava. Então sem perder tempo procurou e escontrou a menor cruz. Para sua surpresa a menor das cruzes do mosteiro, era justamente a dele. Então ele viu a maior cruz e teve a curiosidade de verificar de quem era. E verificou que se tratava justamente daquele monje que ele invejava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sofrimento tem esse propósito de tornar a gente pessoas melhores. E por que então tem pessoas que se desesperam? Será que Deus as esqueceu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como falei somos livres para fazermos o que queremos e Deus nos respeita.   Porém tem pessoas que não tem Deus como um refúgio ou Algo que possam auxiliá-lo no sofrimento. O sofrimento com Deus é melhor que só. Para aqueles que procuram a Deus em seu sofrimento, terão consolo e alento. Não é que Deus vai remover o sofrimento por completo. Muitas ideologias por ai falam que se você tiver Deus, nada de mal a de te acontecer. Seus problemas estarão resolvidos. Seus defeitos também.  Lembremos da parábola do joio e do trigo. Aqueles que buscam a  Deus, este concede meios para suportar o sofrimento e não perecer. Também cabe aqui a responsabilidade nossa de cristãos, de tentar aliviar os sofrimentos dos outros. Como filhos de um mesmo Pai (DEus), temos que estar atentos aos que sofrem ao nosso redor. Certa vez, um padre dizia que a paz que Deus dá não é a ausência de problemas e sofrimento, mas a serenidade , a fortaleza, a resistência dentro da diversidade. Deus nos faz capazes de suportar. E ainda que sofrimento não significa destruição, perda do homem, mas que quando a gente dá um sentido ao nosso sofrimento,  este se torna brando. Há muita gente que sofre e é feliz. Parece paradoxal. Não se trata aqui de masoquismo, mas como falei que o sofrimento com Deus se justifica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembremos de Jesus que aceitou morrer na cruz para nos salvar. Precisou passar pelo sofrimento. Lembremos  também de Jó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro padre falou certa vez, que quer saber se alguém ama realmente a Deus? Então dê-lhe sofrimento. É neste que é provado. Se passar por todo sofrimento e resistir na fé é por que realmente ama a Deus. Outra vez também falou que aqueles que Deus ama, ele dá sofrimento, pois não quer que este se perca. Quer fortalecê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como a mãe que não quer que o filho se machuque, mas permite que esse tomem um suste devido a teimosia em querer desobedecer e assim possa ver que  quando proíbe é para o bem. Assim também Deus conosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdadeira fé consiste nisso que amemos a Deus na alegria e também no sofrimento. Não é isto também que prometemos  a amada(o) diante do celebrante, da assembléia e diante de Deus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pior obstáculo ao sofrimento é o cansaço. Nos propomos a perseverá, mas o tempo nos corrói. Mina nossas forças. Ai que precisamos renovar nossos propósitos e procurar nosso auxílio em Deus.  O sofrimento só tem sentido a luz de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peçamos a Deus que possamos sofrer em Paz e na sua graça.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-5718396502943045100?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5718396502943045100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=5718396502943045100' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/5718396502943045100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/5718396502943045100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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íntimo falar,&lt;br /&gt;sem deixar o meio&lt;br /&gt;influenciar.&lt;br /&gt;Existe algo profundo&lt;br /&gt;e cristalino, puro e&lt;br /&gt;verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Existe algo eficaz,&lt;br /&gt;transformador de vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Existe algo essêncial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-8933014156803123876?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8933014156803123876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=8933014156803123876' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/8933014156803123876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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coração e&lt;br /&gt;veja os sentimentos dos&lt;br /&gt;outros corações.&lt;br /&gt;Acorde menina!&lt;br /&gt;Desperte para o amor e&lt;br /&gt;veja como ele é &lt;br /&gt;maravilhoso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-1295731356749516339?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1295731356749516339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=1295731356749516339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Em que hora?&lt;br /&gt;Em que lugar?&lt;br /&gt;Procuro o tempo&lt;br /&gt;do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo perdido.&lt;br /&gt;Sem lenço, sem documento&lt;br /&gt;a procura do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o tempo e não sei&lt;br /&gt;do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Perdido no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;sem documento e sem lenço,&lt;br /&gt;sem saber se chego a tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-3818015605378311953?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3818015605378311953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=3818015605378311953' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Falo da pedra.&lt;br /&gt;Rústica, dura e prestativa.&lt;br /&gt;O que é a vida?&lt;br /&gt;Falo da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Formosa, bela e bonita.&lt;br /&gt;O que é o mundo?&lt;br /&gt;Falo do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Loucos caminheiros,&lt;br /&gt;caçando o poder econômico.&lt;br /&gt;O que é a flor?&lt;br /&gt;Falo da flor.&lt;br /&gt;Expressa toda beleza&lt;br /&gt;e pureza divinal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-4122677044653469538?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/4122677044653469538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=4122677044653469538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Para o Japão, ou para o&lt;br /&gt;Maranhão?&lt;br /&gt;Cuide do copo de cerveja&lt;br /&gt;que esta degelando no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Veja as bolha subindo,&lt;br /&gt;subindo. E o Ouro líquido&lt;br /&gt;descendo, descendo&lt;br /&gt;garganta abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;Onde esta o copo?&lt;br /&gt;Em &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lóco&lt;/span&gt; desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Onde se sabe, que sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Onde se sabe nada.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-5817218801073430799?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5817218801073430799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=5817218801073430799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/5817218801073430799'/><link 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doce e pura loucura.&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte é sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Outra é a razão,&lt;br /&gt;que sufoca a emoção,&lt;br /&gt;intimidando os sistemas.&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte vai ao céu.&lt;br /&gt;Outra procura o inferno.&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte é a certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Outra é o erro.&lt;br /&gt;Uma é branca,&lt;br /&gt;outra é negra.&lt;br /&gt;Uma é YIN,&lt;br /&gt;outra é YANG.&lt;br /&gt;Uma é sim,&lt;br /&gt;outra é não.&lt;br /&gt;Qual é a certa????&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-8093408094300744777?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8093408094300744777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-4168913505997117223</id><published>2010-02-14T20:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:10:22.145-02:00</updated><title type='text'>JPE XXIV</title><content type='html'>Qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer música.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer pedaço de mundo.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer atitude.&lt;br /&gt;Com você,&lt;br /&gt;De você.&lt;br /&gt;Quem será você?&lt;br /&gt;Em que mundo vive?&lt;br /&gt;Como posso conhecer seu mundo?&lt;br /&gt;Vamos me diga,&lt;br /&gt;qual a cor do ar?&lt;br /&gt;Em que mar vamos navegar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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XXIV'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-9056175994652059197</id><published>2010-02-14T19:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:58:59.138-02:00</updated><title type='text'>On Your Shore</title><content type='html'>At its margin, I'm up to contemplate.&lt;br /&gt;The resonance of his essence comes to me. &lt;br /&gt;Watch you: every step, every movement, every action than you are.&lt;br /&gt;I can only get the margins.&lt;br /&gt;I can only receive your resonance.&lt;br /&gt;As a distant sound. As a spectrum.&lt;br /&gt;A ghost. &lt;br /&gt;I become a ghost too. &lt;br /&gt;In its coast. &lt;br /&gt;As a meditator. &lt;br /&gt;Monk. &lt;br /&gt;Mental energy. &lt;br /&gt;Silence. &lt;br /&gt;Meditation. &lt;br /&gt;Contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;Follow you in thought. &lt;br /&gt;I scattered to the wind. &lt;br /&gt;Come your perfume. smooth. &lt;br /&gt;feed my spirit. &lt;br /&gt;I dispersed with the wind at its coast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-9056175994652059197?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/9056175994652059197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=9056175994652059197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A santificação perfeita&lt;br /&gt;é muito difícil de alcançar&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sendo pequenos&lt;br /&gt;não podemos desanimar&lt;br /&gt;pois Deus com sua graça&lt;br /&gt;a todos quer salvar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se queres ser perfeito&lt;br /&gt;se ponha a caminho&lt;br /&gt;Pois o Senhor Jesus&lt;br /&gt;usou por ti coroa de espinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrace suas dificuldades&lt;br /&gt;e todos os problemas que produz&lt;br /&gt;que o caminho para o céu&lt;br /&gt;começa com a cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loucura para o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Absurdo, quem é rejeitado&lt;br /&gt;mas, quem caminha neste prumo&lt;br /&gt;vê que de mel é formado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofereço este bendito&lt;br /&gt;com fé e com amor&lt;br /&gt;ao senhor José Rodrigues&lt;br /&gt;um crente santo, meu avô.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Ascese'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-1619552207837618026</id><published>2009-10-31T21:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:21:19.806-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fran</title><content type='html'>Franzinha meu Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTcwMzA1MjQ2MTYmcHQ9MTI1NzAzMTI1NTUzNCZwPTM5NTEmZD*mZz*xJm89YzgzYjFjZTExNGQ4NGRjNjhjYWIzYmJiMjU*YzliYjImb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="visibility:visible;width:460px;margin:auto"&gt;&lt;embed 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title='Fran'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-7873027226946816317</id><published>2009-10-18T21:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:24:39.352-02:00</updated><title type='text'>JPE XVII</title><content type='html'>Não durma agora!&lt;br /&gt;Se você dormir a&lt;br /&gt;noite acaba e começa&lt;br /&gt;a escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão em sua mente.&lt;br /&gt;Que repousa... e mantém&lt;br /&gt;você viva.&lt;br /&gt;Não durma agora.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite a noite,&lt;br /&gt;cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;cada segundo,&lt;br /&gt;pois esta noite&lt;br /&gt;nunca mais se repetirá.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que esta noite&lt;br /&gt;se torne apenas uma noite&lt;br /&gt;a mais na vida,&lt;br /&gt;passando desapercebida&lt;br /&gt;na sua beleza e esplendor.&lt;br /&gt;Na sua suavidade e beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Saiba aproveitar a noite,&lt;br /&gt;para que ela se eterniza&lt;br /&gt;em sua mente.&lt;br /&gt;Guarde esta noite em seu&lt;br /&gt;coração.&lt;br /&gt;Não durma agora...&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jrods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/ludwig_van_beethoven/track/moolight_sonata"&gt;Ludwig van Beethoven - Moolight Sonata&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-7873027226946816317?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-1471133630874785744</id><published>2009-10-09T19:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T19:50:32.387-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JPE XV</title><content type='html'>Não seja gentil esta noite,&lt;br /&gt;exploda este sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Expulse esta coisa que te&lt;br /&gt;atormenta, que te devora,&lt;br /&gt;te consumindo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, cuidado com os outros.&lt;br /&gt;Eles não sabem o que é isto,&lt;br /&gt;e se apavoram com isto,&lt;br /&gt;ficando perplexo.&lt;br /&gt;Não seja gentil.&lt;br /&gt;Não diga não,&lt;br /&gt;mas também, não diga sim.&lt;br /&gt;Liberte-se de você,&lt;br /&gt;das correntes que te prendem.&lt;br /&gt;Do carrasco que te domina&lt;br /&gt;e te escravisa,&lt;br /&gt;em sua mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jrods&lt;span 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XV'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-193378002010185346</id><published>2009-10-09T19:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T19:22:29.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DOCE VÍCIO</title><content type='html'>LER&lt;br /&gt;    L E I T U R A&lt;br /&gt;Olhos rápidos&lt;br /&gt;Pardos&lt;br /&gt;Ardos&lt;br /&gt;C  O N C E N T R A D O&lt;br /&gt;CONCENTRANDO&lt;br /&gt;Folhas,&lt;br /&gt;Muitas folhas&lt;br /&gt;Letras,&lt;br /&gt;Milhares&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos vão&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos vãos&lt;br /&gt;Horas Passam&lt;br /&gt;Orás! Passam&lt;br /&gt;Passam Horas&lt;br /&gt;Passam! Orás!&lt;br /&gt;Páginas&lt;br /&gt;Capítulos&lt;br /&gt;Tópicos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/Ss-3gcxNb-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/XqrGScHq7Es/s1600-h/ler2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/Ss-3gcxNb-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/XqrGScHq7Es/s200/ler2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390729047092064226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-193378002010185346?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/193378002010185346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=193378002010185346' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/193378002010185346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/193378002010185346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2009/10/doce-vicio.html' title='DOCE VÍCIO'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/Ss-3gcxNb-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/XqrGScHq7Es/s72-c/ler2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-7217465667195953365</id><published>2009-10-05T20:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:45:25.237-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acabei de ler o Crepúsculo esta madrugada (03 de Outubro de 2009). Abaixo segue os comentários sobre livro de Stephenie Mayer e seu fenômeno. &lt;br /&gt;O Romance&lt;br /&gt;Primeiramente que este livro se trata de um romance, e o tema amor é sempre um bom começo de leitura. Porém Stephenie coloca um romance entre dois adolescentes. Este já seria um bom argumento para que fizesse vários jovens procurar esse romance para ler. É o que poderemos chamar fator identificação. Porém há outro fator que agrega interesse ao romance. É que é uma romance entre adolescentes onde um (Edward Cullen) é um vampiro e uma adolescente humana (Isabella Marie Swan).&lt;br /&gt;Stephenie, utiliza-se então de um elemento preeminente em nossos dias, o fator que chamaria místico exotérico (vampiro). Por que esse fator místico exotérico é importante? Bem todos nós, segundo a antropologia cultural, possuímos o que eu chamo de uma relação transcendental. Esta relação é inata. Todos os povos, dos mais primitivos tinham algum tipo de relação transcendental. Resumindo temos sede de Deus, do transcendente. Esse é um fator forte no crepúsculo, e esse argumento levou também  igualmente ao sucesso Harry Potter e O senhor dos anéis. No mundo moderno a mística Cristã é démodée. Não consegue mais atrair as pessoas para uma busca mística de Deus e uma melhoria da sociedade. Seja pelos erros de Igreja no passado, seja pela falta de uma família estruturada nos valores cristãos e outros. O fato é que acreditamos mais em duendes, bruxas, lobisomens, vampiros, etc, que são puramente criações das imaginações e ficções humanas do que em Deus, real, que se fez presente na humanidade. Um Deus que busca o homem e que influenciou a humanidade. Dessa forma, vampiros, e etc são novidades e estimulam a mística, a transcendência embora fictícia.&lt;br /&gt;Outros aspecto interessante é que vampiro também são símbolos de imortalidade, poder. No romance entre vampiro e uma humana, suscita o mito do amor eterno. Ainda que esta idéia de romance entre vampiros e humanos não algo novo, no filme “Lifeforce” Força sinistra (1985) Um alienígena (vampira) se apaixona por um astronauta  e vem a terra para sugar e se alimentar da energia vital da humanidade. Só que esse filme esta numa versão mais adulta. O astronauta terá que ter força para impedir que a vampiro espacial acabe exterminando a humanidade,  sugando a energia vital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Vampiro&lt;br /&gt;No romance, a autora, Stephenie Mayer, apresenta Edward Cullen, um jovem adolescente que foi transformado em vampiro por volta dos 17 anos de idade. A autora capricha nos detalhes em descrever o vampiro como o mais belo dos rapazes. Se levar em conta que é uma mulher que esta escrevendo o romance e que talvez o tenha escrito com objetivo de atingir o público jovem feminino, não é de se surpreender. A fato é que Edward Cullen é o sonho de consumo de qualquer moça.&lt;br /&gt;Como falado anteriormente, ele representa o mito do amor eterno, “o elixir da longa vida” e da beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Curiosamente, os vampiros descritos em outras versões sobre Dráculas, vampiros, são criaturas das trevas, demoníacas, capaz de espalhar a morte ou a condenação eterna. Uma criatura que é necessário destruir, ou levará a condenação toda a sociedade. A autora, ao contrário, cria então um fato inusitado, Os cullen são vampiros “vegetarianos”, bonzinhos, que querem viver suas condenações eternas filantropicamente, ajudando as pessoas e vivendo peregrinamente e ocultamente pelas cidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moça – Bella&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário do que acontece com o vampiro Edward Cullen, a autora não capricha na descrição de Bella. Talvez por que, quem descreve o romance seja a própria Bella, talvez por que a autora tenha uma tendência feminista e queira fugir desse padrões estéticos que o mundo impõe como o que seria uma mulher ideal. Dessa forma não coloca que Bella seja uma moça linda, sedutora, de olhar penetrante e de um corpo escultural, capaz de propiciar gozos inefáveis e levar qualquer homem a perder a cabeça. Não, ela aposta no simples. Bella ao contrário é uma moça singela, inteligente, de uma personalidade peculiar. Educada, curiosa como seria a maioria das mulheres, tímida, amigável, e não levada a vaidade, o que é um diferencial. Diria que seria algo como caracterizar uma beleza exótica, avessa aos padrões e por isso instigante. Ela quer chamar atenção para Bella, pelo que ela é como pessoas e não pelo que ela aparenta, pelo externo. Além disso a autora coloca um elemento que vai encaixar perfeitamente a figura de Bella com o vampiro Edward. Bella é meio que desastrosa, de uma coordenação motora deficiente, não gosta de dançar e não dança, mesmo tendo feito balé na infância, o que é curioso. Ainda uma tendência a se envolver em situações complicadas, um tanto quanto perigosa, o que faz com que precise de alguém que seja protetor, cuidador e atencioso com ela: O vampiro Edward. Neste ponto as peças do quebra cabeça Crepúsculo se encaixam perfeitamente.&lt;br /&gt;Temos ai outro elemento, que diria, psicológico interessante. Toda mulher busca no homem alguém que a possa proteger, cuidar, lhe dar segurança. O Companheiro passa ser a figura do Pai. Bella não foge a isso. Esse elemento que a autora colocar em Bella, dela ser levada a se envolver em situações perigosas, encaixa perfeitamente no aspecto que os adolescente também são levados a se envolver em situações complicadas, por sua impetuosidade, curiosidade e busca de auto-afirmação.&lt;br /&gt;O impasse&lt;br /&gt;Por fim o romance coloca um impasse; Um amor paltônico. Edward como sabemos é um vampiro e enquanto Bella humana, só poderão viver plenamente esse amor se Bella se transformar em vampiro e Edward não esta disposto a transformá-la apesar de Bella querer.&lt;br /&gt;É também outro elemento  que remete aos adolescente, uma vez que o despertar ao amor acontece de forma platônica. As paixões na adolescência, embora verdadeiras, são paixões platônicas, onde o centro é mais um cultuar seu próprio Ego, uma busca de seu Eu.&lt;br /&gt;Então dessa forma classificaria o romance de  Stephenie Mayer como um romance tipicamente adolescente. Estes elementos acima citados são bastante motivadores do sucesso de Crapúsculo e que tem como aspecto bastante positivo o fato de fazer com que os jovens e adolescente lêam.      &lt;br /&gt;Jonas Silva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-7217465667195953365?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7217465667195953365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=7217465667195953365' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/7217465667195953365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/7217465667195953365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2009/10/acabei-de-ler-o-crepusculo-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-3784219555771549995</id><published>2009-09-21T21:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:29:36.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/Srld1TdHyaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Buxt7wm2G5M/s1600-h/Poema+A+LUa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/Srld1TdHyaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Buxt7wm2G5M/s400/Poema+A+LUa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384437999835007394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SrgYT1PPsfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/liPMLtq4wEM/s1600-h/Poema+A+LUa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-3784219555771549995?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3784219555771549995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=3784219555771549995' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/3784219555771549995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/3784219555771549995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2009/09/lua.html' title='A Lua'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/Srld1TdHyaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Buxt7wm2G5M/s72-c/Poema+A+LUa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-1628933804719162348</id><published>2009-09-12T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:43:48.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos Pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Temos que Pensar,&lt;br /&gt;mas não nos obrigue a pensar,&lt;br /&gt;sugando nossas forças para o&lt;br /&gt;pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Tornando-nos escravos&lt;br /&gt;do pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe o pensamento fluir&lt;br /&gt;naturalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Pois será um excelente&lt;br /&gt;pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;A vontade existe para&lt;br /&gt;o pensamento, mas&lt;br /&gt;deixe-nos em PAZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-1628933804719162348?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1628933804719162348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=1628933804719162348' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/1628933804719162348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/1628933804719162348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2009/09/viii-precisamos-pensar.html' title=''/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-6841321641232661370</id><published>2009-08-23T01:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:01:44.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A-COR-DADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acordado... Tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tempo A-Cor-Dado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dado jogado no tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lento, lento, Acordado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fado, Calado, Expirado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O tempo, Um tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Parado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    Calado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;        Cançado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    Lento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;        Sendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Complemento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tento    Dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tendo Tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pleno, Acordado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Parado    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Passando    Tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Truculento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cem    Tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem    Tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pra cair de sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pra sair o sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e mim deixa no Abandono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Calado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acordado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    Jrods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-6841321641232661370?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6841321641232661370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=6841321641232661370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/6841321641232661370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/6841321641232661370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2009/08/cor-dado.html' title='A-COR-DADO'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-8218824022389006004</id><published>2009-08-16T17:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:07:59.699-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tempo, quanto tempo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tempo, tempo, tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tempo por quê , tempo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tengo tempo, tempo tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tempo, sabes, tento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tenho tempo, tempo tens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tempo quase fêntons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tempos, tantos, fêntons tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Penso, tempos, templos, mentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sendos, tempos, sem senso vens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pendo... Tempo... doendo... tendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quero tempo, temos, lento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Teeemmmpppooo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;LLLeeennntttooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Venha logo este tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vento, vento, vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;dias, semanas, años, mancos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tem(eu)po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tem(Tu)po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tem(Nós)po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Temos??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tempo???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Jrods&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/8834857267565511673-8218824022389006004?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8218824022389006004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=8218824022389006004' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/8218824022389006004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/8218824022389006004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2009/08/tempo.html' title='TEMPO'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-9076250342160371198</id><published>2009-06-08T21:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:09:15.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2º Congresso de Tecnologia Educacional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nos dias 02, 03 e 04 de Junho, aconteceu no Centro de Convenções de Brasília o 2º Congresso de Tecnologia Educacional Aplicada à sala de aula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Evento contou com a participação de Professores pesquisadores Internacional c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omo: Prof. Ramiro Tomé Conrjo (Espanha) e Professora Doutora Lizbeth Goodm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an (Inglaterra).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi um momento muito bom para saber o que se esta desenvolvendo no Brasil e no mundo a respeito das chamadas TIC's e aprendizagem. Também momento de reflexão sobre o repensar &lt;/span&gt;ped&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;agógico&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/Si21cQzs0OI/AAAAAAAAADo/Jo62suyiwiY/s1600-h/DSC01203-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/Si21cQzs0OI/AAAAAAAAADo/Jo62suyiwiY/s400/DSC01203-horz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345127829911425250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-9076250342160371198?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/9076250342160371198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=9076250342160371198' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/9076250342160371198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/9076250342160371198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-congresso-de-tecnologia-educacional.html' title='2º Congresso de Tecnologia Educacional'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/Si21cQzs0OI/AAAAAAAAADo/Jo62suyiwiY/s72-c/DSC01203-horz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-8945500889779851263</id><published>2009-04-26T20:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:05:44.175-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FLISOL 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o dia 25 de Abril de 2009, aconteceu o FLISOL (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Festival de Software livre&lt;/span&gt;), na faculdade FAJESU em Taguatinga-DF. Uma oportunidade boa para aprender sobre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Software&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; livre. Entre as oficinas que aconteceram destaco: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ubuntu para iniciantes&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edição de vídeo com Software livre&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GIMP para me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ntes criativas&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fotografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  profissional com software livre&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Além desses houve mini cursos para p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s experientes em linux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SfT1fLUJEeI/AAAAAAAAACY/b9YoyzisJtQ/s1600-h/DSC01173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SfT1fLUJEeI/AAAAAAAAACY/b9YoyzisJtQ/s200/DSC01173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329154175048159714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SfT18retSWI/AAAAAAAAACg/C-sef7Xbe3o/s1600-h/DSC01174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SfT18retSWI/AAAAAAAAACg/C-sef7Xbe3o/s200/DSC01174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329154681898617186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SfT2k2OKECI/AAAAAAAAACo/XB2GPM-QIOI/s1600-h/DSC01172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SfT2k2OKECI/AAAAAAAAACo/XB2GPM-QIOI/s200/DSC01172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329155371976757282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-8945500889779851263?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8945500889779851263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=8945500889779851263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/8945500889779851263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/8945500889779851263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2009/04/flisol-2009.html' title='FLISOL 2009'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SfT1fLUJEeI/AAAAAAAAACY/b9YoyzisJtQ/s72-c/DSC01173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-3927726863057784986</id><published>2009-04-26T20:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:38:27.805-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosteiro do Discípulo Amado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SfTvoHWmrmI/AAAAAAAAACI/5vROdNKiUP0/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SfTvoHWmrmI/AAAAAAAAACI/5vROdNKiUP0/s200/DSC00764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329147731533803106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SfTvJlucoOI/AAAAAAAAACA/iDlGynuVahU/s1600-h/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SfTvJlucoOI/AAAAAAAAACA/iDlGynuVahU/s200/DSC00765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329147207110926562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SfTuo2hcO5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bqfxXGAYZvM/s1600-h/DSC00760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SfTuo2hcO5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bqfxXGAYZvM/s200/DSC00760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329146644684094354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SfTuIreqQgI/AAAAAAAAABw/Rgspka33nfs/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SfTuIreqQgI/AAAAAAAAABw/Rgspka33nfs/s320/DSC00763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329146091963826690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;m janeiro fomos ao ao mosteiro do Discípulo Amado, em Colônia de Leopoldina em Alagoas. Um lugar maravilhoso de encontro com Deus e convivência com os monges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-3927726863057784986?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/3927726863057784986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/3927726863057784986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2009/04/mosteiro-do-discipulo-amado.html' title='Mosteiro do Discípulo Amado'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SfTvoHWmrmI/AAAAAAAAACI/5vROdNKiUP0/s72-c/DSC00764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-5356850449743572702</id><published>2008-09-26T21:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:08:14.865-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de luta da pessoa com deficiência</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semana de 15 a 19 de setembro de 2008 foi realizado no Centro de Ensino Médio 01 de Sobradinho um evento que teve como objetivo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;refletir e conscientizar sobre a importância da Inclusão. Este evento se baseiou no dia de luta da pessoa com deficiência que foi no dia 21 de Setembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; de 08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN5j8rcwwiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6-WbC3FI4a4/s1600-h/100_0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN5j8rcwwiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6-WbC3FI4a4/s320/100_0951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250744109667238434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834857267565511673-5356850449743572702?l=jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5356850449743572702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834857267565511673&amp;postID=5356850449743572702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/5356850449743572702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834857267565511673/posts/default/5356850449743572702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangadeirodanet.blogspot.com/2008/09/dia-de-luta-da-pessoa-com-deficincia.html' title='Dia de luta da pessoa com deficiência'/><author><name>jsrods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302497664623313592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN14w-NAjKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XZqZeOmehE8/S220/DSC00087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SN5j8rcwwiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6-WbC3FI4a4/s72-c/100_0951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834857267565511673.post-6527515460558025237</id><published>2008-06-25T16:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:18:58.672-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jangadeiro no blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SGKnfLMLjwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WNAGR7NzyJA/s1600-h/75904245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdvigoojxa0/SGKnfLMLjwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WNAGR7NzyJA/s320/75904245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215915472470118146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá, pessoal, agora é a minha vez. Depois de algum tempo e muita resistência, criei meu primeiro blog. Tinha uma idéia de que blog era algo que demandava tempo e dedicação, além de expor-se. Bem esta idéia foi um pouco abatida pela possíbilidade de publicar, compartilhar idéia. Ajudar outras pessoas e etc. Bem aqui estou eu tentando "blogar" coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Atualmente estou "bulindo" (mexendo) com Linux. Confesso que estou fascinado com as possibilidades e versatilidade e principalmente Liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;A coperatividade também fascina. É muito legal massa.&lt;br /&gt;Sou aluno do curso básico de linux do NTE Sobradinho. Esta sendo uma experiência muito enriquecedora. Apender e compartilhar com os colegas os conhecimentos adiquiridos. 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