<?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-5914905551850060608</id><updated>2011-12-28T15:20:08.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;MIRANTE DE ANTARES&lt;</title><subtitle type='html'>"...a alegria começa quando somos responsáveis e livres para sermos nós mesmos..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-8453710832304711786</id><published>2009-11-05T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:05:16.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SvOEK24QA2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/-ZRdjPEVcmU/s1600-h/vento-litoral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SvOEK24QA2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/-ZRdjPEVcmU/s400/vento-litoral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400805700212360034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Percebi sentindo o vento,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que o silêncio e a natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;são os melhores professores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;quando se busca o auto-conhecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-8453710832304711786?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/8453710832304711786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=8453710832304711786' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/8453710832304711786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/8453710832304711786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/11/cura.html' title='A cura'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SvOEK24QA2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/-ZRdjPEVcmU/s72-c/vento-litoral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-5074169498202284861</id><published>2009-10-31T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:20:19.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;a alegria bate à porta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;ao som de um velho Blues!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-5074169498202284861?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/5074169498202284861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=5074169498202284861' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/5074169498202284861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/5074169498202284861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_31.html' title='.......'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-1102100075520740208</id><published>2009-10-29T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:37:25.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inocência</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mundo Livre SA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sur58kVacxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/7BMDIz75PuQ/s1600-h/Mundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sur58kVacxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/7BMDIz75PuQ/s400/Mundo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398401922297918226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;Azarar sem violência, mesmo que seja só por maldade&lt;br /&gt;Paquerar com liberdade mas na maior inocência&lt;br /&gt;Namorar sem malandragem, estraga o filme dá prejuízo&lt;br /&gt;Copular sem sacanagem é um atalho pro paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Na inocência&lt;br /&gt;Sem sacanagem&lt;br /&gt;Só por maldade&lt;br /&gt;Mas pode ir dando adeus, a galinhagem, a malandragem e as cantadas baratas&lt;br /&gt;Você não é mais dono do seu nariz&lt;br /&gt;O aprendiz de Dom Ruam foi aposentado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;Frequentar a casa dela, sinal de alerta, perigo a vista&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer toda a família, oléo na pista, olha o barranco&lt;br /&gt;Expandir o patrimônio, não digo nada é um aviso&lt;br /&gt;Contrair o matrimônio, é um atalho, não digo nada&lt;br /&gt;Sem sacanagem&lt;br /&gt;É um atalho&lt;br /&gt;Pro manicômio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;É hora de se despedir dos amigos, das baladas homéricas e das farras intermináveis&lt;br /&gt;Você não é mais dono do seu tempo&lt;br /&gt;Diga adeus ao mundo dos livres, seus dias de rei da noite definitivamente ficaram no passado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mais o legal é quando mesmo depois de alguns anos de clausura, você acorda ao lado da sua amada e se descobre um felizardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; O legal man, é saber que todos os acidentes de percurso valem a pena quando lhe aproximam ainda mais da pessoa certa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O legal é ir dormir sabendo que ao acordar você poderá mais uma vez contar todas as pintinhas e sinais da pele da sua escolhida, só pra ter certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Só pra ter certeza que não esqueceu nada, que nada saiu da sua ordem, o universo e os elementos continuam conspirando a seu favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; E você continua reinando, reinando enquanto dorme!&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/5914905551850060608-1102100075520740208?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/1102100075520740208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=1102100075520740208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/1102100075520740208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/1102100075520740208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/10/inocencia.html' title='Inocência'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sur58kVacxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/7BMDIz75PuQ/s72-c/Mundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-3668373014848537537</id><published>2009-10-27T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:17:19.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;um cheiro, um carinho, um abraço e um beijo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;aquela velha sintonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;goiabada com queijo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-3668373014848537537?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/3668373014848537537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=3668373014848537537' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/3668373014848537537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/3668373014848537537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_27.html' title='......'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-2107714473091267367</id><published>2009-10-21T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:39:14.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>um brinde!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-2107714473091267367?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/2107714473091267367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=2107714473091267367' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/2107714473091267367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/2107714473091267367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_21.html' title='.....'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-883500004780399338</id><published>2009-10-14T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T06:26:27.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fênix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/StaOiaq2N0I/AAAAAAAAANk/1C1F5nqqBEY/s1600-h/Fenix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/StaOiaq2N0I/AAAAAAAAANk/1C1F5nqqBEY/s400/Fenix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392654325748479810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da certeza à inconstância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do amor à saudade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da presença à solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do abraço ao aperto de mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do sorriso às lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da alegria à tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da paz à inquietação.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nós, que se aplique a lei da Fênix minha morena.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para curar o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-883500004780399338?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/883500004780399338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=883500004780399338' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/883500004780399338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/883500004780399338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/10/fenix.html' title='A fênix'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/StaOiaq2N0I/AAAAAAAAANk/1C1F5nqqBEY/s72-c/Fenix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-1755233399307060621</id><published>2009-10-13T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:30:48.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;registro aqui a vontade que eu tenho em viajar a América Latina de b ike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;quem sabe eu consiga a coragem e a tranquilidade necessária para isso até o momento desejado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;afinal, preciso passar um tempo maior comigo mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-1755233399307060621?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/1755233399307060621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=1755233399307060621' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/1755233399307060621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/1755233399307060621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_13.html' title='....'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-7517476640973052845</id><published>2009-10-12T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:37:49.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Utopia do Amor Perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKhhruKjIKI/StF4YjifxtI/AAAAAAAABXY/AbcCNI9qxAI/s1600-h/188673855_c2afec42c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKhhruKjIKI/StF4YjifxtI/AAAAAAAABXY/AbcCNI9qxAI/s400/188673855_c2afec42c8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391222592191317714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aproveitando o título de mais esse Café Filosófico (os links estão no final do post), a Utopia do Amor Perfeito, podemos perguntar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quem aqui pretende um amor perfeito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na seqüência lógica da pergunta surge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Como pretendemos avaliar o que é perfeito sendo como somos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A maça celestial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasrudin está sentado no meio de um círculo de discípulos, quando um deles lhe pergunta que relação existe entre as coisas deste mundo e as de uma dimensão diferente. Diz Nasrudin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Você precisa compreender a alegoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O discípulo retruca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Mostre-me alguma coisa prática. Por exemplo, uma maça do paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasrudin pega uma maçã e estende-a ao homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Mas esta maçã está estragada de um lado. Uma maçã celestial com certeza seria perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Uma maça celestial seria perfeita — concorda Nasrudin; — mas, na medida em que você é capaz de julgá-la, situados como estamos nesta morada de corrupção, e com suas faculdade atuais, esta é a mais parecida com uma maçã celestial que você conseguirá ver em toda sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis uma história perfeita. Mostra que obtemos o amor perfeito de acordo com o nosso grau de perfeição. Perfeição é uma palavra perigosa sujeita que está a tantos significados. Nem a palavra é perfeita. Consulto rapidamente o dicionário em busca de socorro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adjetivo&lt;br /&gt;1 em que não há defeito; que apresenta as melhores qualidades&lt;br /&gt;2 que se caracteriza por ser completo; cabal, rematado, total&lt;br /&gt;3 que se destaca por ser notável; magistral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor perfeito é amor total, o amor que nos completa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas parece-me que uma coisa óbvia nos escapa na prática dos relacionamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pensamos o amor perfeito pelo objeto e não pelo sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou repetir, até para ver se não estou escrevendo besteira, as vezes entro numa espécie de paranóia quando acredito estar vendo algo aparentemente óbvio, afinal, o que se percebe fácil nos deixa desconfiados com a facilidade mesma da percepção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pensamos o amor perfeito pelo objeto e não pelo sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou até refazer o pensamento de forma menos exigente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase sempre pensamos o amor pelo objeto e não pelo sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim quando perdemos o objeto do nosso amor o nosso sentimento vai com ele e se converte num sentimento diferente: perda, abandono, tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregamos o nosso sentimento de amor no objeto tal como Jesus na cruz. Estranho isso, muito estranho, porque o sentimento é nosso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou contar uma outra historinha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Em uma sala de aula, havia várias crianças, quando uma delas perguntou à professora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Professora, o que é o amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professora sentiu que a criança merecia uma resposta à altura da pergunta inteligente que fizera. Como já estava na hora do recreio, pediu para que cada aluno desse uma volta pelo pátio da escola e que trouxesse o que mais despertasse nele o sentimento de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As crianças saíram apressadas e, ao voltarem, a professora disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quero que cada um mostre o que trouxe consigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira criança disse: - Eu trouxe esta flor, não é linda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A segunda criança falou: - Eu trouxe esta borboleta. Veja o colorido de suas asas, vou colocá-la em minha coleção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terceira criança completou: - Eu trouxe este filhote de passarinho. Ele havia caído do ninho junto com outro irmão. Não é uma gracinha? E assim as crianças foram se manifestando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminada a exposição, a professora notou que havia uma criança que tinha ficado quieta o tempo todo. Ela estava vermelha de vergonha, pois nada havia trazido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professora se dirigiu a ela e perguntou: - Meu bem, por que você nada trouxe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a criança timidamente respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Desculpe, professora. Vi a flor e senti o seu perfume. Pensei em arrancá-la, mas preferi deixá-la para que seu perfume exalasse por mais tempo. Vi também a borboleta, leve, colorida! Ela parecia tão feliz que não tive coragem de aprisioná-la. Vi também o passarinho caído entre as folhas, mas, ao subir na árvore, notei o olhar triste de sua mãe e preferi devolvê-lo ao ninho. Portanto, professora, trago comigo o perfume da flor, a sensação de liberdade da borboleta e a gratidão que senti nos olhos da mãe do passarinho. Como posso mostrar o que trouxe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professora agradeceu à criança e lhe deu nota máxima, pois ela fora a única que percebera que só podemos trazer o amor em nosso coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é...uma história aparentemente tão boba, uma história de crianças e para crianças, vai precisamente no ponto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase sempre pensamos o amor pelo objeto e não pelo sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fazemos assim porque assim nos foi ensinado a fazer. Se não vejamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis o 1º Mandamento da tradição religiosa dominante em nossa cultura: Amar a Deus sobre todas as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colocar um sentimento como um mandamento me lembra a vez em que uma namorada me obrigou a dizer "eu te amo". Não se pode obrigar a amar. Um sentimento forçado é um sentimento falso. O amor forçado é uma violência emocional, um crime de lesa-coração. Não me surpreende que vivamos numa sociedade onde a violência e o abuso dominem, pois a própria religião em seu primeiro mandamento quer nos obrigar a amar. O amor não é obediente à lei, o amor é obediente ao amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim somos obrigados, por lei, a fixar nosso amor no outro, mesmo que esse outro seja Deus, quando na verdade o próprio ato de amar já é divino em si mesmo. Assim "Deus é Amor". Dizer Deus é Amor é bem diferente de dizer que o Amor é Deus. Na 1ª afirmação a Divindade é o próprio sentimento, não uma pessoa. Assim o primeiro mandamento revela não apenas a sua natureza autoritária, mas também alienante ao transferir o sentimento para outrem, quando o próprio sentimento já é ele mesmo divino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blavastky escreveu: Não há religião superior à Verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós podemos escrever: Não há divindade superior ao Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas assim como Jesus e Buda silenciaram quando perguntados sobre o que é a Verdade, o mesmo silêncio é a resposta para o que é o Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que o Amor é a verdade fundamental do Universo são apenas palavras das quais os céticos zombam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que o Amor é a verdadeira natureza do Poder são apenas palavras das quais os políticos escarnecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixamos o nosso amor no objeto, transferimos o nosso sentimento para as coisas e para os outros. Ao fazer isso nos alienamos de nós mesmos e isso cria a carência, e a carência é esse estado de precisar dos outros e das coisas para amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade para amar nós não precisamos do outro e das coisas, isso é secundário, para amar nós precisamos do sentimento de amor. E isso parece uma tautologia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor pelo outro e pelas coisas nunca poderá ser perfeito, nunca poderá ser completo, porque um amor que dependa das coisas e do outro está sujeito inevitavelmente a perda, ao abandono, ao sofrimento, um amor assim é um amor alienado, alienado de si mesmo, é como se deus não se reconhecesse como tal, é como se o sol parasse de brilhar porque a lua foi embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor que sinto depende de mim e não do outro. Ele está em mim. É um sentimento que emano a partir de mim, como um sol, que não depende daquilo que ele ilumina para iluminar, do ponto de vista do Sol isso seria um absurdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dificuldade de entender o Amor como um sentimento que emana como um Sol e que independe do objeto é totalmente compreensível pois fomos educados, condicionados a sentir de uma maneira falsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que redescobrir o Amor em si mesmo descobrirá a Verdade de seu próprio Ser e poderá entender plenamente o que significa Eu Sou o Caminho, a Verdade e a Vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma interpretação meramente intelectual para tal passagem é que Jesus não estava se referindo a sua pessoa, a sua personalidade, ele se referia a própria Divindade, ao próprio Amor que há no coração de todo homem e de toda a mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu Sou" é o Ser, a plenitude de nós mesmos, a realização da utopia da completude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter essa percepção do Amor é algo realizável, não é utópico, alguns de nós já tiveram vislumbres dessa aterradora possibilidade de realização para a percepção presa no ego, outros já a realizaram em sua plenitude. É por isso que ela perdura como utopia, apenas porque é realizável, como uma promessa do potencial humano e divino de cada homem e de cada mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fato de alguns homens e mulheres não a terem experimentado não significa que ela não exista. Infelizmente ou felizmente a Utopia do Amor Perfeito é uma idealização para muitos, uma realização para poucos e uma possibilidade para todos. Na verdade tal realização não está tanto na esfera da relação entre o homem e a mulher, pode passar por ela, mas se encontra na esfera da relação do humano e do divino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se por um lado encarar o amor perfeito como utopia pode vir a quebrar algumas ilusões criadas pela mídia e pela cultura, por outro lado a racionalização que desmistifica a possibilidade da utopia pode ser apenas uma forma de abrandamento neurótico de uma possibilidade frustrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;F.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Café Filosófico - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Utopia do Amor Perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A busca de relacionamentos mais satisfatórios implicou grandes mudanças nos papéis masculinos e femininos. Os processos de emancipação feminina, a desconstrução dos papéis de homens e mulheres, movidos por uma busca de redefinição da família, do amor e da vida profissional transformaram profundamente as relações. Seriam hoje os homens sensíveis e medrosos e as mulheres livres e solitárias? Como superar os impasses da emancipação triste?A convidada desta edição é Caterina Koltai, socióloga, psicanalista, mestre em sociologia pela Sorbonne e doutora em psicologia clinica pela Pontifícia Universidade Católica de São Paulo. É professora da graduação e pós-graduação da Faculdade de Ciências Sociais da PUC-SP. Autora do livro Psicanálise e Política: O estrangeiro, pela Editora Escuta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/284420335/cfutoamorper.part1.rar"&gt;PARTE 1&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/284420804/cfutoamorper.part2.rar"&gt;PARTE 2&lt;/a&gt; - DOWNLOAD VIA RAPIDSHARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Este Texto veio &lt;a href="http://www.pistasdocaminho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-1254062214013878302?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/1254062214013878302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=1254062214013878302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/1254062214013878302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/1254062214013878302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-7760435299965582472</id><published>2009-10-04T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:27:30.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>noite quente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SsmDlNmoCmI/AAAAAAAAANM/ozbzRGqANOA/s1600-h/1225861791_noite_verde_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SsmDlNmoCmI/AAAAAAAAANM/ozbzRGqANOA/s400/1225861791_noite_verde_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388983104455576162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;madrugada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;até me levanto pra tomar um ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;a lua cheia no céu, clareando feito dia, e as nuvens passando rápido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;a cabeça em meio aos pensamentos tenta descançar um pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;mais os pernilongos não me deixam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;acho que vou pra cama, pra não dormir mais um pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-7760435299965582472?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/7760435299965582472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=7760435299965582472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/7760435299965582472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/7760435299965582472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/10/noite-quente.html' title='noite quente'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SsmDlNmoCmI/AAAAAAAAANM/ozbzRGqANOA/s72-c/1225861791_noite_verde_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-6351415876859728341</id><published>2009-09-30T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T06:09:24.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>não me sai da cabeça...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SsNYGCX5gpI/AAAAAAAAANE/ryB3ktsg9Bg/s1600-h/DSC03546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SsNYGCX5gpI/AAAAAAAAANE/ryB3ktsg9Bg/s400/DSC03546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387246440004813458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tem dias que agente dorme e acorda com uma música que não sai da cabeça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essa noite sonhei que tive medo... e acordei com medo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e mesmo assim... a música não sai da cabeça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; e nem o medo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Pra Você Guardei o Amor - nando reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca soube dar&lt;br /&gt;O amor que tive e vi sem me deixar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir sem conseguir provar&lt;br /&gt;Sem entregar&lt;br /&gt;E repartir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre quis mostrar&lt;br /&gt;O amor que vive em mim vem visitar&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir, vem colorir solar&lt;br /&gt;Vem esquentar&lt;br /&gt;E permitir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Quem acolher o que ele tem e traz&lt;br /&gt;Quem entender o que ele diz&lt;br /&gt;No giz do gesto o jeito pronto&lt;br /&gt;Do piscar dos cílios&lt;br /&gt;Que o convite do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Exibe em cada olhar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Guardei&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter porque&lt;br /&gt;Nem por razão&lt;br /&gt;Ou coisa outra qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Além de não saber como fazer&lt;br /&gt;Pra ter um jeito meu de me mostrar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Achei&lt;br /&gt;Vendo em você&lt;br /&gt;E explicação&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma isso requer&lt;br /&gt;Se o coração bater forte e arder&lt;br /&gt;No fogo o gelo vai queimar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que aprendi vendo meus pais&lt;br /&gt;O amor que tive e recebi&lt;br /&gt;E hoje posso dar livre e feliz&lt;br /&gt;Céu cheiro e ar na cor que arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;Risca ao levitar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Vou nascer de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  Lápis, edifício, tevere, ponte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  Desenhar no seu quadril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  Meus lábios beijam signos feito sinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  Trilho a infância, terço o berço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  Do seu lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Guardei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Sem ter porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Nem por razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Ou coisa outra qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Além de não saber como fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Pra ter um jeito meu de me mostrar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Achei&lt;br /&gt;Vendo em você&lt;br /&gt;E explicação&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma isso requer&lt;br /&gt;Se o coração bater forte e arder&lt;br /&gt;No fogo o gelo vai queimar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-6351415876859728341?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/6351415876859728341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=6351415876859728341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/6351415876859728341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/6351415876859728341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-me-sai-da-cabeca.html' title='não me sai da cabeça...'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SsNYGCX5gpI/AAAAAAAAANE/ryB3ktsg9Bg/s72-c/DSC03546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-1212686214879195991</id><published>2009-09-24T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:01:26.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>hoje parei pra pensar em quanta bobagem escrevo aqui! odeio as rimas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-1212686214879195991?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/1212686214879195991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=1212686214879195991' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/1212686214879195991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/1212686214879195991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_24.html' title='...'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-377310933056267464</id><published>2009-09-23T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:26:21.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"...qual é a dificuldade que os outros tem em deixar agente em paz???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;qual é a dificuldade que eu tenho em conseguir ficar em paz???..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-377310933056267464?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/377310933056267464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=377310933056267464' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/377310933056267464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/377310933056267464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_23.html' title='..'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-1083731429886423719</id><published>2009-09-19T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:50:45.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dor de Pensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SrVfg8fxNLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qjoCmAGez_o/s1600-h/quebra+cabe%C3%A7a.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SrVfg8fxNLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qjoCmAGez_o/s400/quebra+cabe%C3%A7a.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383313949191124146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como é triste a dor de pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais porque dói?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensar dói tanto assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensar deveria ser divertido e produtivo, e não dolorido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talvez o que cause essa dor seja o medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O medo de estar pensando coisas indevidas, ou o medo do que se está pensando. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ou ainda, talvez essa dor seja a não aceitação do pensamento. "Somos o que somos, é o que somos o que somos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somos CRISTO e somos EGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somos a linha que vai aos extremos do Bem e do Mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porém a linha é a mesma, e o que vale é tentar andar no meio dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não precisamos conseguir, mais tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Precisamos saber o que queremos, o que podemos, e o que devemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Precisamos lutar por aquilo que queremos, fazendo tudo o que podemos, junto com o que devemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As coisas que queremos são as mais variadas possíveis, afinal, a mente humana tem possibilidades infinitas. Mais aí entra a questão do que podemos ou não fazer. Poder ou não poder também é muito relativo, pois estamos incluídos em um sistema de coerção, que "define o que podemos e o que não podemos fazer", e ainda, qual o castigo a que seremos submetidos se infringirmos as recomendações. Em relação ao que devemos fazer, somos influenciados neste ponto pela nossa carga de conhecimento adquirido ao longo das nossas vidas, e é aí que entra a maior dificuldade: Respeitar o outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O espaço do outro, o ponto de vista do outro, as ações do outro, os ideais do outro, as vontades, as virtudes e os defeitos do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais ao mesmo tempo tudo isso se torna simples.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É só entendermos o sentido da palavra: RESPEITO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Respeito ao próximo e a si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entendido o sentido desta palavra, é mais fácil pensar, mais fácil agir, mais fácil conviver, e mais fácil aceitar o que somos e o que são os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estingue-se assim o medo de pensar e o medo dos pensamentos, o medo de aceitar e de lidar com o que somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra terminar, como já dizia Mato Seco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Tem que viver, o que a vida coloca pra você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem que viver, dar o seu melhor e viver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-1083731429886423719?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/1083731429886423719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=1083731429886423719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/1083731429886423719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/1083731429886423719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/09/respeito.html' title='A dor de Pensar'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SrVfg8fxNLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qjoCmAGez_o/s72-c/quebra+cabe%C3%A7a.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-5375095547939345440</id><published>2009-09-19T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:59:25.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ontem foi estranho me ver por um  outro ângulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-5375095547939345440?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/5375095547939345440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=5375095547939345440' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/5375095547939345440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/5375095547939345440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-3260118432064634740</id><published>2009-09-15T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:00:02.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SrBUatsYdEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jq43xYdGQcM/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SrBUatsYdEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jq43xYdGQcM/s400/DSC00250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381894372626822210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chega um ponto na vida do ser humano, em que ele deve ser capaz de andar sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;Quebrar os laços da dependência.&lt;br /&gt;A vida não para, e o caminho é longo.&lt;br /&gt;Navegar na onda da vida, esse é o segredo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer que dou as costas para tudo e todos. Mas na verdade só estou deixando que a vida se encarregue de definir quem vai partir e quem vai permanecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-3260118432064634740?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/3260118432064634740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=3260118432064634740' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/3260118432064634740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/3260118432064634740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/09/independencia.html' title='Independência'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SrBUatsYdEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jq43xYdGQcM/s72-c/DSC00250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-8913855792868554565</id><published>2009-09-09T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:00:42.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensar e Escrever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SqgQF2FiJeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MiackuBFiuo/s1600-h/PENSAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379567447498171874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 363px; height: 391px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SqgQF2FiJeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MiackuBFiuo/s400/PENSAR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Escrever é bom pra pensar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Percebo que ultimamente nao tenho pensado muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na verdade, tenho pensado muita besteira, e na minha vida não muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Evito os pensamentos para evitar os erros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas dessa forma não se acerta, correto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Correto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se omitir é igual a se acovardar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saber de algo importante e escolher deixar pra lá, é pura hipocrisia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Colocar responsabilidades sobre os ombros dos outros, é pura irresponsabilidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vejo isso acontecendo o tempo todo, comigo e com as pessoas arredores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E é difícil compreender o que nos leva a fazer as escolhas, de fazer ou não fazer, falar ou não falar, partir ou ficar, continuar ou mudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deve-se ter muito cuidado para não invadir o espaço mental alheio, e encher de fumaça a cabeça dos outros, com pequenas mentiras, com achismos, ou com aquele velho "me falaram que..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não se pode perder o tempo dos outros com isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sejamos responsáveis, e deixemos de lado a hipocrisia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pensar até a última possibilidade, e com coragem escolher aquela que faz seu coração vibrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E se for difícil apenas pensar.... escreva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Escrever é bom pra pensar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-8913855792868554565?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/8913855792868554565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=8913855792868554565' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/8913855792868554565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/8913855792868554565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/09/pensar-e-escrever.html' title='Pensar e Escrever'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SqgQF2FiJeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MiackuBFiuo/s72-c/PENSAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-4363180247370640084</id><published>2009-08-26T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:25:31.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA PENSAR A MORTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SpVEywKIp2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Rv2uoWJcNBc/s1600-h/a+morte+%C3%A9+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374277369048115042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SpVEywKIp2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Rv2uoWJcNBc/s400/a+morte+%C3%A9+vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um susto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até pareceu que desta vez ela iria embora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que poderia eu fazer se isso me acontece?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E é assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim será um dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Posso lidar apenas com o que é meu, ou melhor, com quase tudo o que é meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Corremos desenfreadamente nessa loucura em que vivemos, passando por tudo que vemos, em busca de algo que queremos, e que provavelmente nunca teremos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As pessoas ao nosso lado, sempre presentes em intento, pensamento, julgamento... todos sujeitos ao fim, a qualquer hora e lugar, pois como dizia Raul, "eu não sei em que esquina ela (A MORTE) vai me beijar".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A morte, essa grande professora, está sempre ao nosso lado. Guerreiros corajosos os que lidam com ela a todo momento; como se não houvesse nenhum outro, como se esse fosse (e é) o único momento restante de suas vidas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não há futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O futuro é uma mera ilusão, que virá a ser ou não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando corremos para o futuro, ele também corre de nós. Na mesma velocidade, com a mesma vontade, de estar sempre à frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois quando um novo dia amanhece, ele já é o hoje. E assim o é desde sempre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca vivemos em outro tempo que não fosse este, o hoje, o agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Presente, é verdadeiramente a única coisa que há para os guerreiros (que somos todos nós).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E a partida, pode acontecer a qualquer momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não precisamos programar a viagem, pois ela já planejou a hora do viajante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A lei de harmonia cósmica que funciona para todos, conhecedores ou não, crentes ou não nesta força, coloca tudo em seu devido lugar, na hora e local, ou melhor, - colocando abaixo essa lógica sistemica de aprisionamento mental da sociedade do capital - no tempo e espaço exatos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo em seu devido lugar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo está onde deve estar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cada um atrai aquilo que merece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A família que merece, os amigos que merece, o emprego que merece, a felicidade que merece, a paz que merece, os recursos financeiros e modos de sobrevivência que merece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No mais, somos merecedores daquilo que somos neste mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E voltaremos para casa, conscientes e plenos, apenas quando formos merecedores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enquanto isso, a morte nos aguarda em cada beco, cada esquina, cada passo, cada respirar, esperando o momento de nos passar a próxima lição. Para passarmos por aqui quantas vezes mais forem necessárias, ou para encontrar a tão sonhada eternidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nenhum laço sanguíneo ou afetivo pode ser egoísta ao ponto de esquecer da "individualidade coletiva" que são os caminhos de cada um de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para viver, é preciso aprender a morrer, é preciso aprender a deixar que os outros morram. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Canto Para Minha Morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Raul Seixas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que determinada rua que eu já passei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tornará a ouvir o som dos meus passos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem uma revista que eu guardo há muitos anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que nunca mais eu vou abrir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada vez que eu me despeço de uma pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode ser que essa pessoa esteja me vendo pela última vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A morte, surda, caminha ao meu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu não sei em que esquina ela vai me beijar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com que rosto ela virá?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que ela vai deixar eu acabar o que eu tenho que fazer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou será que ela vai me pegar no meio do copo de uísque?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na música que eu deixei para compor amanhã?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que ela vai esperar eu apagar o cigarro no cinzeiro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Virá antes de eu encontrar a mulher, a mulher que me foi destinada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que está em algum lugar me esperando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embora eu ainda não a conheça?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou te encontrar vestida de cetim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois em qualquer lugar esperas só por mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E no teu beijo provar o gosto estranho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu quero e não desejo,mas tenho que encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem, mas demore a chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu te detesto e amo morte, morte, morte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que talvez seja o segredo desta vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morte, morte, morte que talvez seja o segredo desta vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual será a forma da minha morte?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma das tantas coisas que eu não escolhi na vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Existem tantas... Um acidente de carro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O coração que se recusa abater no próximo minuto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A anestesia mal aplicada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida mal vivida, a ferida mal curada, a dor já envelhecida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O câncer já espalhado e ainda escondido, ou até, quem sabe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um escorregão idiota, num dia de sol, a cabeça no meio-fio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh morte, tu que és tão forte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que matas o gato, o rato e o homem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vista-se com a tua mais bela roupa quando vieres me buscar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que meu corpo seja cremado e que minhas cinzas alimentem a erva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que a erva alimente outro homem como eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu continuarei neste homem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nos meus filhos, na palavra rude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu disse para alguém que não gostava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E até no uísque que eu não terminei de beber aquela noite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou te encontrar vestida de cetim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois em qualquer lugar esperas só por mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E no teu beijo provar o gosto estranho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu quero e não desejo,mas tenho que encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem, mas demore a chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu te detesto e amo morte, morte, morte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que talvez seja o segredo desta vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morte, morte, morte que talvez seja o segredo desta vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-4363180247370640084?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/4363180247370640084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=4363180247370640084' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/4363180247370640084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/4363180247370640084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/08/para-pensar-na-morte.html' title='PARA PENSAR A MORTE'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SpVEywKIp2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Rv2uoWJcNBc/s72-c/a+morte+%C3%A9+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-3363057610477591856</id><published>2009-08-19T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:29:46.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SoymX5oSjrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XiIw4PPQ68o/s1600-h/Siniestro_Total-Ante_Todo_Mucha_Calma-Frontal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371851385083170482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SoymX5oSjrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XiIw4PPQ68o/s400/Siniestro_Total-Ante_Todo_Mucha_Calma-Frontal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peito meu, peito meu&lt;br /&gt;voa, voa longe&lt;br /&gt;vai longe buscar&lt;br /&gt;a verdade que Deus nos deu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e traz ela pra cá&lt;br /&gt;pra alegrar a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;pra ter paz no meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;e na cabeça muita calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra ter amor no coração&lt;br /&gt;e dissipar a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;pra trazer luz pro meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;e clarear quando sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra alegrar a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;e curar qualquer ferida&lt;br /&gt;para seguir a intuição&lt;br /&gt;e a estrada da evolução&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o caminho é longo&lt;br /&gt;difícil&lt;br /&gt;árduo&lt;br /&gt;mas chegarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais um dia que se foi&lt;br /&gt;uma noite que se segue&lt;br /&gt;mais um pouco de coragem&lt;br /&gt;quase acredito que sou um guerreiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Calma alma minha, calminha. Você tem muito o que aprender"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;Filho do Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-3363057610477591856?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/3363057610477591856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=3363057610477591856' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/3363057610477591856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/3363057610477591856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/08/calma.html' title='Calma'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SoymX5oSjrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XiIw4PPQ68o/s72-c/Siniestro_Total-Ante_Todo_Mucha_Calma-Frontal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-2168240286858166892</id><published>2009-08-18T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:31:14.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aquilo que não se pode saber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SosdhJqfklI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KLQ2Oa-ToEA/s1600-h/para%C3%ADso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SosdhJqfklI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KLQ2Oa-ToEA/s400/para%C3%ADso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371419435936485970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero o que não se pode saber de imediato&lt;br /&gt;a resposta viva de tantos porquês&lt;br /&gt;e viver&lt;br /&gt;equilibrando a razão e a emoção&lt;br /&gt;com ou sem você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero acima de tudo que sejamos felizes&lt;br /&gt;plenos, completos, apenas por existirmos&lt;br /&gt;viver neste paraíso,&lt;br /&gt;de corpo e alma&lt;br /&gt;presentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filho do Sol&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/5914905551850060608-2168240286858166892?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/2168240286858166892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=2168240286858166892' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/2168240286858166892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/2168240286858166892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/08/aquilo-que-nao-se-pode-saber.html' title='aquilo que não se pode saber'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SosdhJqfklI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KLQ2Oa-ToEA/s72-c/para%C3%ADso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-3082256079037287766</id><published>2009-08-18T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:32:09.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Soq3KB2euKI/AAAAAAAAAME/JvYhPJ4fcq8/s1600-h/sisifo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 337px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371306888516253858" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Soq3KB2euKI/AAAAAAAAAME/JvYhPJ4fcq8/s400/sisifo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;quando agente menos espera, vem o mundo e cai sobre as nossas costas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fico observando os "problemas de todo mundo", e trazendo-os pra mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre entendo o que há de mais negativo, e não consigo olhar o positivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho parece que tá difícil, e lento, tá pesado.&lt;br /&gt;Queria compreender um pouco mais a consciência do ser.&lt;br /&gt;Queria compreender um pouco mais a essência de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter olhos pra ver o quanto as coisas estão bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque elas estão bem, mesmo que eu não possa sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Férias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero férias de mim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Filho do Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-3082256079037287766?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/3082256079037287766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=3082256079037287766' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/3082256079037287766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/3082256079037287766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_18.html' title='..'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Soq3KB2euKI/AAAAAAAAAME/JvYhPJ4fcq8/s72-c/sisifo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-1540324043895896816</id><published>2009-08-06T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:39:33.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brincar de Fazer Música</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SnxmoOauQYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DPTDoriTalI/s1600-h/outubro_violao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 363px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367277697169768834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SnxmoOauQYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DPTDoriTalI/s400/outubro_violao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experimente....&lt;br /&gt;sem compromisso,&lt;br /&gt;pegue um instrumento&lt;br /&gt;e comece a brincar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e então....&lt;br /&gt;vá falar da vida,&lt;br /&gt;seja engraçado,&lt;br /&gt;inspirado,&lt;br /&gt;romântico,&lt;br /&gt;ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seja divertido,&lt;br /&gt;crítico,&lt;br /&gt;realista,&lt;br /&gt;severo,&lt;br /&gt;ou...&lt;br /&gt;não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fale de momentos bons,&lt;br /&gt;e de momentos ruins.&lt;br /&gt;Fale de alegrias,&lt;br /&gt;e de tristezas.&lt;br /&gt;Fale de vitórias,&lt;br /&gt;e de derrotas.&lt;br /&gt;Fale de milagres,&lt;br /&gt;e de tragédias.&lt;br /&gt;Fale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais não se esqueça de ser...&lt;br /&gt;VERDADEIRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem erro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filho do Sol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-1540324043895896816?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/1540324043895896816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=1540324043895896816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-4215278403464604910</id><published>2009-08-04T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:51:41.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"...ela é minha menina, e eu sou o menino dela..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-4215278403464604910?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/4215278403464604910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=4215278403464604910' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/4215278403464604910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/4215278403464604910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-8669658364139037480</id><published>2009-08-03T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:53:23.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIBERDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SnbgtpHkq2I/AAAAAAAAALs/E0e0i-9hs7s/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365723080794876770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 479px; height: 319px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SnbgtpHkq2I/AAAAAAAAALs/E0e0i-9hs7s/s400/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Foi só quando segurei suas mãos e rezei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;implorando a Deus, quase em desespero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;não por mim ou para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;mais pela felicidade de uma alma pura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;que nada fez para merecer tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;é que minhas lágrimas banharam meu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;me concedendo a liberdade interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;que só a verdade é capaz de atingir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Livre para pensar, para agir, para falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Sem nada a temer, a esconder, a desconfiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Inteiramente Livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Corpo e Alma LIVRES, para me entregar por inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;à minha devoção, à minha religião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;o AMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/08/liberdade.html' title='LIBERDADE'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SnbgtpHkq2I/AAAAAAAAALs/E0e0i-9hs7s/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-5578267398431531076</id><published>2009-07-31T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:34:46.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É fim do Mês</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;o sábio RAUL SEIXAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SnMHxejbZ_I/AAAAAAAAALk/b9B8p2L6wKY/s1600-h/caix%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SnMHxejbZ_I/AAAAAAAAALk/b9B8p2L6wKY/s400/caix%C3%A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364640127725037554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;É fim do mês, é fim do mês, do fim do mês,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; já sô freguês é fim do mês, é fim do mês,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;é fim doMês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eu já paguei a conta do meu telefone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eu já paguei por eu falar e já paguei por eu ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eu já paguei a luz, o gás, o apartamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Kitnet de um quarto que eu comprei a prestação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Pela caixa federal, au, au, au,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eu não sou cachorro não (não, não, não)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eu liquidei a prestação do paletó, do meu sapato, da camisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Que eu comprei pra domingar com o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Lá no cristo redentor, ela gostou (oh!) e mergulhou (oh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;E o fim de mês vem outra vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eu já paguei o peg-pag, meu pecado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Mais a conta do rosário que eu comprei pra mim rezar ave maria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eu também sou filho de deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Se eu não rezar eu não vou pro céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Céu, céu, céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Já fui pantera, já fui hippie, beatnik,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Tinha o símbolo da paz pendurado no pescoço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Porque nego disse a mim que era o caminho da salvação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Já fui católico, budista, protestante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Tenho livros na estante, todos tem explicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Mas não achei! eu procurei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Pra você ver que procurei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eu procurei fumar cigarro hollywood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Que a televisão me diz que é o cigarro do sucesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eu sou sucesso! eu sou sucesso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;No posto esso encho o tanque do meu carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Bebo em troca meu cafezinho, cortesia da matriz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"there's a tiger no chassis"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Do fim do mês,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Do fim de mês,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Do fim de mês eu já sou freguês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eu já paguei o meu pecado na capela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sob a luz de sete velas que eu comprei pro meu senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Do bonfim, olhai por mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Tô terminando a prestação do meu buraco, do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Meu lugar no cemitério pra não me preocupar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;De não mais ter onde morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Ainda bem que no mês que vem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Posso morrer, já tenho o meu tumbão, o meu tumbão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eu consultei e acreditei no velho papo do tal psiquiatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Que te ensina como é você vive alegremente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Acomodado e conformado de pagar tudo calado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sem bancar o empregado sem jamais se aborrecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(Ele só que, só pensa em analisar, na profissão seu dever é adaptar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ele só que só pensa em adaptar, na profissão seu dever é adaptar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eu já paguei a prestação da geladeira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Do açougue fedorento que me vende carne podre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Que eu tenho que comer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Que engolir sem vomitar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Quando às vezes desconfio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Se é gato, jegue ou mula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Aquele talho de acém que eu comprei pra minha patroa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Pra ela não me apoquentar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;E o fim de mês vem outra vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;É a máquina em que se transformou a vida humana, "trabalhar para poder pagar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;       É analisando a nossa rotina que percebemos o sistema de escravos em que ainda vivemos, com um falso discurso de liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;       A liberdade, esta grande ilusão colocada em nossas vidas como sendo sinônimo de $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;       O ser humano acha que será livre quando for rico e tiver dinheiro para tudo. E se esquece que a verdadeira liberdade transcende o portal entre a vida e a morte, dando atenção a um pedaço de papel sem  valor. Ingenuidade, Fraqueza, Covardia. Deixamos, aceitamos, entregamos nossas vidas aos impostores que nos impuseram este falso sistema de morte. Eles estão nos explorando na vida e na pós vida, fazendo com que percamos nosso precioso tempo de aprendizado nesta passagem acumulando falsas riquezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;       Desapego, é o primeiro passo para a liberdade. Pois a alegria começa quando somos responsáveis e livres para sermos nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Livres, de  tudo e de qualquer coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Independentes, que significa sem dependências. Sem depender de nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-5578267398431531076?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/5578267398431531076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=5578267398431531076' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/5578267398431531076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/5578267398431531076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-fim-do-mes.html' title='É fim do Mês'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SnMHxejbZ_I/AAAAAAAAALk/b9B8p2L6wKY/s72-c/caix%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-7186394874764292944</id><published>2009-07-24T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:24:10.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Smn5mtrFaQI/AAAAAAAAALc/TaBYi10yc80/s1600-h/band+paz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362091274851936514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Smn5mtrFaQI/AAAAAAAAALc/TaBYi10yc80/s400/band+paz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Encontro Nacional dos Caminhantes do Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida em Comunidade&lt;br /&gt;Comun Unidade&lt;br /&gt;A sintonia da vibração do bem&lt;br /&gt;A expressão do sagrado&lt;br /&gt;Da verdadeira essência do ser humano&lt;br /&gt;A consciência de sermos todos irmãos&lt;br /&gt;A beleza de compartilhar os saberes&lt;br /&gt;A importância de vivenciar a harmonia&lt;br /&gt;Com todas as formas de vida, com a mãe terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumo ao mais alto estado de evolução&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- A PAZ -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paz na terra&lt;br /&gt;Paz no coração&lt;br /&gt;Paz na mente&lt;br /&gt;Paz no espírito&lt;br /&gt;Paz em nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;Paz maravilhosa&lt;br /&gt;Paz divina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Porque sei que um dia TODOS vamos lá chegar, e então o amor nascerá..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-7186394874764292944?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/7186394874764292944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=7186394874764292944' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/7186394874764292944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/7186394874764292944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/07/enca.html' title='ENCA'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Smn5mtrFaQI/AAAAAAAAALc/TaBYi10yc80/s72-c/band+paz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-4614804974727686378</id><published>2009-06-19T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:09:51.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SjxgbgLZmRI/AAAAAAAAALU/R4HwqL3o0w4/s1600-h/pico+da+bandeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SjxgbgLZmRI/AAAAAAAAALU/R4HwqL3o0w4/s400/pico+da+bandeira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349256483019790610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pico da Bandeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;As coisas são assim mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não há como ir contra elas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A intuição é real&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;E eu, ei de segui-la&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sair do tédio é o primordial&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trazer de volta a alegria de viver&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Prestar atenção nas energias&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;E agir conforme os sinais&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A vida é um milagre&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A consciência dela também&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Modificá-la faz parte&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Afinal de contas nos foi dado o livre arbítrio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mais também nos foi dado tudo o que precisamos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;para reestabelecer nossas energias&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;sem precisar roubá-las dos outros.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deixar de lado toda essa competição.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;E assim nos sentirmos completos,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;pelo amor do criador.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bruno&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-4614804974727686378?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/4614804974727686378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=4614804974727686378' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/4614804974727686378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/4614804974727686378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/06/viver.html' title='Viver'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SjxgbgLZmRI/AAAAAAAAALU/R4HwqL3o0w4/s72-c/pico+da+bandeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-4489898374194567633</id><published>2009-06-16T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:06:51.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erguer-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sjhoxwlv2SI/AAAAAAAAALM/kVzUhtTq9Ac/s1600-h/DSC03419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sjhoxwlv2SI/AAAAAAAAALM/kVzUhtTq9Ac/s400/DSC03419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348139761568569634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Não vou cair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Não vou desistir!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixarei de sorrir!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não voltarei a mentir!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estarei nessa Terra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até quando Deus quiser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou cumprir o meu papel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aceitar o que vier&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o poder do meu coração&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vibrando na frequência do bem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguir a jornada tranquilo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encontrando os que vão indo também&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São vários os caminhos possíveis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais todos levam ao mesmo lugar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem pressa seguirei minha jornada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até quando minha hora chegar&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois para aprender a viver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é preciso aprender a morrer.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-4489898374194567633?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/4489898374194567633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=4489898374194567633' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/4489898374194567633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/4489898374194567633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/06/erguer-se.html' title='Erguer-se'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sjhoxwlv2SI/AAAAAAAAALM/kVzUhtTq9Ac/s72-c/DSC03419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-8527303280716573612</id><published>2009-06-07T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:38:03.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Si3A_9VeEAI/AAAAAAAAALE/wpbmwa6cacY/s1600-h/Reggae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Si3A_9VeEAI/AAAAAAAAALE/wpbmwa6cacY/s400/Reggae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345140537787551746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Música de verdade, se resume na arte de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;levar aos ouvidos uma mensagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cultura e Ideologia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Quando várias tribos musicais se encontram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;numa vibração similar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;quase se tem uma overdose de tanta informação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;de tanta energia positiva, de tanta ARTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;A cultura dos antepassados negros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;A cultura de paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;A cultura do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;A cultura da cultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Musica é a expressão artística mais marcante,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;porque que entra na mente, acelera o coração,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;sente na pele e vibra no peito.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;E o nosso povo tem a música correndo nas veias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Poucos tem a atitude de dizer em cima do palco:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"É de graça para o meu povo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Poucos tem a confiança corajosa de não se preocuparem com a pirataria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;e incentivar a disseminação da arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;E isso é a prova de que sabem do trabalho competente que fazem, como forma de vivenciar aquilo que dizem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Músi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ca é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Vida&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Vamos viver ao som dos mais suaves acordes, das mais lindas mensagens de amor e paz, solvejando as mais belas notas musicais, tropeçando nas melodias e repousando na harmonia que toma conta dos nossos ouvidos, do nosso corpo, e transforma nossas ondas cerebrais em nuvens, que flutuam sossegadas a voar por aí!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTA:&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns à banda Mato Seco, pelo excelente trabalho corajoso de disseminar os ensinamentos do grande Jah, regar as sementes do amor, da paz e do bem. Muita luz e força para seguirem nessa caminhada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Si29VDz3PeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ctekahWAHpc/s1600-h/For+all+da+Lua+Cheia+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Si29VDz3PeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ctekahWAHpc/s400/For+all+da+Lua+Cheia+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345136502256385506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Show da Banda Mato Seco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Festival Forró da Lua Cheia - - Altinópolis-SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foto por Mim! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bruno&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/5914905551850060608-8527303280716573612?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/8527303280716573612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=8527303280716573612' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/8527303280716573612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/8527303280716573612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/06/musica.html' title='Música'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Si3A_9VeEAI/AAAAAAAAALE/wpbmwa6cacY/s72-c/Reggae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-2519754106890610128</id><published>2009-06-04T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:30:31.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Estrada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SiiP1AjOUYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TzuCPbyPtmA/s1600-h/O+Rio+0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SiiP1AjOUYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TzuCPbyPtmA/s400/O+Rio+0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343679098718671234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;E lá vamos nós outra vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Dedão na estrada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Fé na caminhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Quebrados e sem grana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Comendo pão com banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;O destino nem sempre é certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Mas agente viaja esperto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Pra chegar não precisa ter hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Muito menos pra ir embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Curtindo a galera "manera&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Que para na hora "certera&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Indo na boa, se não estressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Porque o lance é devagar, sem pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Pra ir e voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Partir e chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Curtir e relaxar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Pro mato ou pro mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-2519754106890610128?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/2519754106890610128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=2519754106890610128' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/2519754106890610128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/2519754106890610128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-estrada.html' title='Na Estrada'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SiiP1AjOUYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TzuCPbyPtmA/s72-c/O+Rio+0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-913793534586500415</id><published>2009-06-04T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:04:31.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sihu54po0zI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0jD1UHC5tTY/s1600-h/090305_amizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sihu54po0zI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0jD1UHC5tTY/s400/090305_amizade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343642898613719858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As vezes me pergunto,&lt;br /&gt;como essas pessoas se atrevem a cruzar o meu caminho... e ficar?&lt;br /&gt;São tantas as maneiras em que os encontramos por aí.&lt;br /&gt;Uns na escola,&lt;br /&gt;outros no bar,&lt;br /&gt;alguns em alguma reunião de outros amigos&lt;br /&gt;na rua&lt;br /&gt;no ônibus&lt;br /&gt;na internet até.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é um absurdo.&lt;br /&gt;Como essas pessoas passam a se importar conosco, sem ao menos serem requisitadas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é por isso que são tão importantes.&lt;br /&gt;Dar sem nada a pedir em troca.&lt;br /&gt;"Nem ao menos um olhar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizade é jóia rara&lt;br /&gt;mesmo aquelas que passam&lt;br /&gt;e aparecem muito tempo depois&lt;br /&gt;ou nem mesmo aparecem&lt;br /&gt;O que importa são os momentos&lt;br /&gt;em que pudemos contar com eles&lt;br /&gt;e eles conosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui minha singela homenagem a todos os amigos, que tenho, tive e terei nessa existência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"é tão forte quanto o vento quando sopra,&lt;br /&gt;tronco forte que não quebra não entorta,&lt;br /&gt;Pode crer, eu tô falando de AMIZADE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-913793534586500415?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/913793534586500415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=913793534586500415' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/913793534586500415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/913793534586500415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/06/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sihu54po0zI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0jD1UHC5tTY/s72-c/090305_amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-5319487465082793476</id><published>2009-06-02T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:49:49.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias gelados!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SihrYmJJrwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qSHaAxiEF8c/s1600-h/pra%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SihrYmJJrwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qSHaAxiEF8c/s400/pra%C3%A7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343639028175056642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom sentir o frio da natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nos faz lembrar de como tudo tem dois lados,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que não hajam dualidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Temperatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De quente a frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intensidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É assim durante toda a jornada.&lt;br /&gt;Altos e Baixos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ondas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frequências&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vibrações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As ruas mudam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os casais andam mais abraçados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo mundo mais agasalhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gorros, toucas, luvas, cachecóis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E os vendedores de picolé tiram férias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As árvores já mais leves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as praças recobertas pelas folhas amareladas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O vento, venta cortante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O nariz, a boca e as orelhas... geladas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aí eu me pergunto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como não percebi toda essa mudança?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rotina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Pré]ocupações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viver intensamente o presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aproveitar o máximo do dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olhar pro mundo e ver a beleza das coisas mais simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do sol nascente e poente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da lua no quarto crescente, que às 3 da tarde já está no céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Das nuvens imensas em formato de concha, que hoje, mais pareciam a parte superior de uma ostra, e a Terra...&lt;br /&gt;a pérola do seu interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nuvens... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essas sim,&lt;br /&gt;podem ser tudo o que quiserem&lt;br /&gt;sem nem ao menos querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dias gelados me fazem enchergar, e sentir novamente  minha conexão com a energia sagrada, criadora de todo o universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-5319487465082793476?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/5319487465082793476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=5319487465082793476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/5319487465082793476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/5319487465082793476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/06/dias-gelados.html' title='Dias gelados!'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SihrYmJJrwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qSHaAxiEF8c/s72-c/pra%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-6758946388969144908</id><published>2009-06-02T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:10:10.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jornada Terrena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SiVOM8h2IQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IXgHmhCr8sQ/s1600-h/Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SiVOM8h2IQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IXgHmhCr8sQ/s400/Angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342762517258445058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Somos todos guerreiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;desse longo caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Somos todos trilheiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;suportando os espinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Somos todos parceiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;sustentando os irmãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Todos nós, caminheiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;por guia, o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Escute seu EU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;está dentro de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;O coração é teu guia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;não deves esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tua mente é um dom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;use-a a teu favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;É tua arma maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;para espalhar o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;E assim seguiremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;nessa longa jornada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Na linha do meio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;entre a cruz e a espada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Bruno&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/5914905551850060608-6758946388969144908?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/6758946388969144908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=6758946388969144908' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/6758946388969144908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/6758946388969144908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/06/jornada-terrena.html' title='Jornada Terrena'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SiVOM8h2IQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IXgHmhCr8sQ/s72-c/Angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-8876607531940567872</id><published>2009-05-30T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:25:07.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visão Noturna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SiIUIqQgjEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VLohc11sa9Q/s1600-h/evolu%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SiIUIqQgjEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VLohc11sa9Q/s400/evolu%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341854247029869634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De dentro da minha estrela vejo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As ruas vazias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a noite escura&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o barulho do vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e a mansa chuva&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o tempo em seu tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e eu no meu&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e assim vai a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada um no seu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No seu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no seu tempo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na sua loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com seu argumento&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No seu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;na sua jornada&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No seu ninho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;na sua morada&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na sua verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;na sua ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na sua coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no seu coração&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cada um segue sua própria jornada; e esta nada mais é do que o caminho de volta pra casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cada um no seu tempo, uns mais rápidos e outros lentos, uns mais distraídos e outros atentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Porque o sentido da vida é sempre pra frente!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e TODOS chegaremos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-8876607531940567872?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/8876607531940567872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=8876607531940567872' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/8876607531940567872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/8876607531940567872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/05/visao-noturna.html' title='Visão Noturna'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SiIUIqQgjEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VLohc11sa9Q/s72-c/evolu%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-7961308949762720682</id><published>2009-05-30T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T09:21:25.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garotos Africanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SiFciqRyyqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZKBqPWxfw10/s1600-h/Crian%25C3%25A7as%2Bafricanas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SiFciqRyyqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZKBqPWxfw10/s400/Crian%25C3%25A7as%2Bafricanas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341652383572347554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa manhã de sábado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tive um sonho meio louco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depois de acordar, sair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voltar e dormir um pouco&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei com vários amigos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em meio à natureza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns de cara amarrada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais todo mundo beleza&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os lugares todos lindos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e todos eu conhecia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A enorme cachoeira&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde todo mundo sorria&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei com aquela donzela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de bonito coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que me deixou, foi embora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais voltou com uma canção&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei com várias canções&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me foram dadas de presente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por uns garotos africanos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alegres e sorridentes&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dançávamos ao som do Reggae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alegrando o ambiente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando acordei feliz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com aquela paz novamente!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-7961308949762720682?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/7961308949762720682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=7961308949762720682' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/7961308949762720682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/7961308949762720682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/05/garotos-africanos.html' title='Garotos Africanos'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SiFciqRyyqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZKBqPWxfw10/s72-c/Crian%25C3%25A7as%2Bafricanas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-1899917866255157271</id><published>2009-05-29T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:57:55.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anseio mais sincero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SiAvUcitdTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/92izJNPzB20/s1600-h/aca3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341321186367075634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SiAvUcitdTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/92izJNPzB20/s400/aca3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A tristeza é coisa estranha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;quando chega nos apanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;muda tudo em um segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A cabeça é como o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Limpo ou nublado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;calmo ou fechado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mas é do tamanho do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aquela velha dor aperta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me falta ar nessa hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a artéria no pescoço pulsa, pula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-como numa cama elástica-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ela não quer ir embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quando fecho o olho vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;uma estaca sobre meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;um martelo do lado direito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;esperando que eu escolha meu leito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;esperando a derradeira hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Essa dorzinha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ainda acabo com você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Te mando pro abismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que é só pra você ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que aqui tem um coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que não gosta de sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que quer simplesmente amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sem vergonha de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Viver só de alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;com ela e mais uma cria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Curtir a brisa do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;com aquela velha mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De ficar olhando pra ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;aquela linda donzela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que não para de sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Criança nossa no colo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;quando penso quase choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Deitada aqui no meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;abraçada daquele jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;em um encaixe perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rancho, filhos e mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sei que um dia há de vir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A lágrima molha o teclado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Muita gente aqui do meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Devem pensar que sou louco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mais apenas estou triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O meu peito ainda resiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mesmo que falte pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Um dia faço uma joça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que mande essa dor pra fossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;para que eu possa viver em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Com aquela tranquilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a imensa felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que só o Amor nos traz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-1899917866255157271?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/1899917866255157271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=1899917866255157271' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/1899917866255157271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Antares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sh87nr6LmZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6L2R7SKy-Vo/s1600-h/universo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sh87nr6LmZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6L2R7SKy-Vo/s400/universo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341053236072389010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A vida por uma nova perspectiva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visão do universo, de dentro de uma estrela&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulsa forte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como um novo coração&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emana energia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Vibra..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forte, intenso, imenso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bruno&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/5914905551850060608-537422040648601295?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/537422040648601295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=537422040648601295' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/5694106274156181005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/5694106274156181005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_27.html' title='....'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-4234232571078042717</id><published>2009-05-27T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:22:42.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sempre soube que sentiria na pele!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sh31Z6mrRFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6bxKO12da2U/s1600-h/amoresssss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sh31Z6mrRFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6bxKO12da2U/s400/amoresssss1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340694558708286546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A tua imagem, irradiante, contagiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;chega e  invade o meu interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Traz consigo  pureza, beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;alegrando o dia, com amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nosso RE-encontro como naquela velha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Vem iluminando a porta de saída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sair pra caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;sair pra tomar um ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nos beijar e conversar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;dormir junto e acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Relembrar o nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;aquele nosso calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aquele nosso jeitinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;de amar e fazer carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dar risada e dar beijinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;com o olhar sempre mansinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aquela nossa sintonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;que arrepia da ponta dos dedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;até o fundo da alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Bruno&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/5914905551850060608-4234232571078042717?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/4234232571078042717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=4234232571078042717' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/4234232571078042717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/4234232571078042717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-sempre-soube-que-sentiria-na-pele_27.html' title='Eu sempre soube que sentiria na pele!'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sh31Z6mrRFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6bxKO12da2U/s72-c/amoresssss1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-1744113418137576895</id><published>2009-05-26T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:30:28.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Calma, cabecinha...&lt;br /&gt;calminha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-1744113418137576895?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/1744113418137576895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=1744113418137576895' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/1744113418137576895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/1744113418137576895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_26.html' title='...'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-302670562125829501</id><published>2009-05-25T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:53:14.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShtZBf2yzgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BKhXu0tKMts/s1600-h/enfants_coquins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShtZBf2yzgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BKhXu0tKMts/s400/enfants_coquins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339959665443917314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Começa o dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;o peito dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;o menino acorda tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;e para sua vida ele vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;meio que atrasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;meio desajeitado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;mais ele vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A cabeça não para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;e o peito aperta mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Vem uma lágrima de tristeza e dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Seguido de um abraço amigo, de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;As pessoas falam muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;E na prática, quase nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Somos todos grandes sábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Só precisamos seguir nossos próprios conselhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cai a tarde, de tédio rotineiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A cabeça se questiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;mais logo se distrai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;e a dor continua lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A barriga gela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;está quase na hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;o menino vai embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;pois precisa encontrar alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mais antes, uma coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;sensata e verdadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;para retomar a velha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;pois o menino agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;só quer o que lhe faz bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ele sabe quem lhe faz bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;e não vê a hora de encontrá-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Tudo resolvido, que alívio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;a dor está mais amena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;O relógio afina o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;mais só o tempo do menino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Angústia, aflição, dúvidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;será que ela não vem mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;parece criança esse menino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Uma volta, uma conversa e tudo RE-começa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;a nova/velha história que ainda não teve fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;carinhos, palavras, beijos, barriga gelada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aquela velha vida, voltará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;e tudo será mais fácil agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"aonde for não quero dor, eu cuido de você"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cinema é sempre bem romântico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mais está é uma história real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A história de um menino medroso, e de uma donzela guerreira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;o dia passou rápido, o menino se prepara pra dormir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;aquela velha dor, ainda está no peito,&lt;br /&gt;muito mais amena é claro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mais a confiança e a coragem pra enfrentá-la,&lt;br /&gt;tem a força de dois corações!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-302670562125829501?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/302670562125829501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=302670562125829501' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/302670562125829501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/302670562125829501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/05/recomeco.html' title='Recomeço'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShtZBf2yzgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BKhXu0tKMts/s72-c/enfants_coquins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-2326498710661432223</id><published>2009-05-25T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:44:41.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;É que hoje eu a cordei, com aquela velha dor no peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/5914905551850060608-2326498710661432223?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/2326498710661432223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=2326498710661432223' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/2326498710661432223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/2326498710661432223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-3336425743755950419</id><published>2009-05-24T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:28:30.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donzela Guerreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Shnuv49lO4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/rphlYXXDM04/s1600-h/mulher_guerreira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Shnuv49lO4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/rphlYXXDM04/s400/mulher_guerreira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339561339736374146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;um coração aberto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;um ombro amigo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;um amor quase infinito&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na face as marcas da luta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;no peito ferida bruta&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na alma a força do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;na mente o medo da dor&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nas palavras sinceridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;nos ouvidos cautela&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as confusões, e as verdades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;coisas tristes e coisas belas&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peço perdão pela maldade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;peço você, linda donzela&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que complete minha metade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;para além de todas as eras.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com amor e lealdade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem dor e sem mazelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-3336425743755950419?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/3336425743755950419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=3336425743755950419' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/3336425743755950419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu sempre soube que sentiria na pele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bruno&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/5914905551850060608-27995338304368106?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/27995338304368106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=27995338304368106' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/27995338304368106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/27995338304368106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-sempre-soube-que-sentiria-na-pele.html' title='.'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-2761844749708334761</id><published>2009-05-23T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:34:12.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShglLKk-joI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WGMpMDyEFpI/s1600-h/mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShglLKk-joI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WGMpMDyEFpI/s400/mae.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339058231995960962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mãe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressão feminina de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;A encarnação do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rosto um explendor,&lt;br /&gt;e no fundo uma preocupação.&lt;br /&gt;De manter na linha suas crias&lt;br /&gt;guiada pelo coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem sempre as palavras certas&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que não saiba o que está dizendo&lt;br /&gt;Por isso pergunta tanto da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;sempre quer saber o que estou fazendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais mãe,&lt;br /&gt;Não te conto, porque você tem sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Tem seu trabalho, sua casa&lt;br /&gt;seu amor e suas feridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais filho,&lt;br /&gt;"O que seria você então, que não uma parte da minha vida?&lt;br /&gt;a outra parte, é a sua irmã!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-2761844749708334761?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/2761844749708334761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=2761844749708334761' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/2761844749708334761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/2761844749708334761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/05/mae.html' title='Mãe'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShglLKk-joI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WGMpMDyEFpI/s72-c/mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-7583582237761429899</id><published>2009-05-23T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:20:16.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShgiLmWxtrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8avClYcuXtw/s1600-h/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShgiLmWxtrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8avClYcuXtw/s400/solidao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339054940917708466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Levar as coisas ao pé da letra!&lt;br /&gt;isso é um perigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nada na vida se pode ter certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Tenha certeza disso amigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambíguo? Contraditódio? Dual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já aprendi que não há dualidade.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas intensidade.&lt;br /&gt;Como num processo gradativo de escalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a única coisa que nos resta, quando se leva tudo ao pé da letra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-7583582237761429899?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/7583582237761429899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=7583582237761429899' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/7583582237761429899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/7583582237761429899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/05/solidao.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShgiLmWxtrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8avClYcuXtw/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-6817975846815357994</id><published>2009-05-23T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:14:12.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diálogos da Hora do Almoço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShgfBLg1vbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cAMfWvL69cU/s1600-h/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShgfBLg1vbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cAMfWvL69cU/s400/abraco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339051463378582962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Onde é q anda a sua alma?&lt;br /&gt;de sonhar anda perdida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__De não sonhar anda esquecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanha eu levarei um injeçãozinha de sonhos pra você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Injetarei direto na veia, pra ver se consigo vivê!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe não melhora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Tomara que melhora, se não melhorar a alma chora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou emprestar meu paninho pra sua alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Alma não precisa de paninho, precisa bater palma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bate palma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Vou bater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__bate palma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinta-se abraçado se possivel&lt;br /&gt;__Sentirei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-6817975846815357994?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/6817975846815357994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=6817975846815357994' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/6817975846815357994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/6817975846815357994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/05/dialogos-da-hora-do-almoco.html' title='Diálogos da Hora do Almoço'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShgfBLg1vbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cAMfWvL69cU/s72-c/abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-8366196357748051612</id><published>2009-05-22T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:51:32.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite Daquelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShatgvjMxfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7GS7DYBwPMQ/s1600-h/Lua+quarto+crescente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShatgvjMxfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7GS7DYBwPMQ/s400/Lua+quarto+crescente.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338645186325825010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa noite foi daquelas...&lt;br /&gt;daquelas que não se esquece&lt;br /&gt;que não se entende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daquelas em que o coração&lt;br /&gt;quer falar mais alto que a mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daquelas que um abraço&lt;br /&gt;se encaixa perfeitamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daquelas que um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;fica tatuado no pensamento&lt;br /&gt;- parecendo a lua no quarto crescente - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daquelas que um olhar&lt;br /&gt;mesmo confuso em seu intento&lt;br /&gt;se mostra sincero e verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daquelas em que se sente um coração batendo forte&lt;br /&gt;no peito, no pescoço, ou na barriga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daquelas que a razão fala mais alto&lt;br /&gt;mesmo pra quem não se dá muito bem com ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daquelas em que a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;não depende de uma vontade ou expectativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depende apenas da necessidade de ser coerente&lt;br /&gt;e de não destruir a pureza de um encontro.&lt;br /&gt;entre uma árvore e uma menina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa noite foi daquelas, que eu nunca tinha experimentado antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-8366196357748051612?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/8366196357748051612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=8366196357748051612' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/8366196357748051612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/8366196357748051612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/05/noite-daquelas.html' title='Noite Daquelas'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShatgvjMxfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7GS7DYBwPMQ/s72-c/Lua+quarto+crescente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-3718684058588414125</id><published>2009-05-21T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:24:15.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShVj94wgNiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lBuGbYofZ5M/s1600-h/waking+life+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShVj94wgNiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lBuGbYofZ5M/s400/waking+life+1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338282848176584226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As noites estão ficando longas.&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos mais reais.&lt;br /&gt;A intuição mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;A cabeça já não para.&lt;br /&gt;A concentração... onde eu estava mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vivo dentro da minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mais se estou sonhando acordado,&lt;br /&gt;sonhando ou acordado?&lt;br /&gt;Será que ainda estou vivo, ou morto?&lt;br /&gt;ou vivo morto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso acordar. Mais não sei como!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-3718684058588414125?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/3718684058588414125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=3718684058588414125' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/3718684058588414125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/3718684058588414125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-noites-estao-ficando-longas.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShVj94wgNiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lBuGbYofZ5M/s72-c/waking+life+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-6771989293423076838</id><published>2009-05-20T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:25:17.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShTJtHApjfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RqvIHf0dmNM/s1600-h/lagrima3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShTJtHApjfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RqvIHf0dmNM/s400/lagrima3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338113235153948146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onde estará, aquela velha sensação de paz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a tranquilidade, a serenidade, a harmonia e a certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o amor, a verdade, a beleza e a pureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coração quando esfria, não sabe pra onde ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;os olhos vêem, a boca fala, mais não se consegue ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ouvir a voz que vem de dentro, deste triste coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que sabe que está sedento, de entendimento e compreensão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como se não bastasse, minha mente não se cala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando eu mando ela ouvir, ela entende FALA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e ali viaja por horas a fio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no ritmo forte da correnteza de um rio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com a cabeça cansada, e o coração apertado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fica difícil encontrar a verdade de fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por mais que ela esteja diante dos olhos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se o coração não sente, do que adianta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é hora de fazer uma oração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para que as forças universais me mandem compreensão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para que haja paz, neste humilde coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que quer viver de verdade, sem ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suadades, quantas saudades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-6771989293423076838?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/6771989293423076838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=6771989293423076838' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/6771989293423076838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/6771989293423076838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/05/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShTJtHApjfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RqvIHf0dmNM/s72-c/lagrima3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-7818250673928329159</id><published>2009-05-17T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:31:30.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Música do Dia</title><content type='html'>O Filósofo&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Ben Jor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele chegou descontraído&lt;br /&gt;Chegou filosofando num tom de voz meio angelical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando das coisas belas&lt;br /&gt;E das coisas simples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostrando como o belo pode ser simples&lt;br /&gt;E o simples pode ser belo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele chegou descontraído&lt;br /&gt;Chegou filosofando num tom de voz meio angelical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explicando o fenômeno&lt;br /&gt;E a compreensão da agricultura celeste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do amor e do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como vida lhe pediu&lt;br /&gt;Que tentasse lhe compreender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeceu a atenção dispensada&lt;br /&gt;Distribuindo rosas que colhia no ar&lt;br /&gt;Distribuindo rosas que colhia no ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele chegou descontraído&lt;br /&gt;Chegou filosofando num tom de voz meio angelical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele chegou descontraído&lt;br /&gt;Chegou filosofando num tom de voz meio angelical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShDciKgKAbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oi-aCNpVwO8/s1600-h/Img00298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShDciKgKAbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oi-aCNpVwO8/s400/Img00298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337008037926928818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto por Daiane ACosta =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há muito o que dizer sobre a beleza da simplicidade, pois divagações agora fariam esta postagem deixar de ser simples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicidade é sabedoria, e vem da alma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-7818250673928329159?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/7818250673928329159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=7818250673928329159' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/7818250673928329159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/7818250673928329159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-filosofo-jorge-ben-jor-ele-chegou.html' title='A Música do Dia'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShDciKgKAbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oi-aCNpVwO8/s72-c/Img00298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-6070524921589054340</id><published>2009-05-02T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:10:59.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Linha do Meio</title><content type='html'>É tão impressionante a visão humana das coisas!&lt;br /&gt;Mais impressionante ainda é surpreender-se ao conseguir distinguir um olhar meramente observativo, crítico, do olhar "por trás" das coisas, daquilo que está além do que se pode ver....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos sempre condicionados a observar as coisas e então, classificá-las de alguma forma. Interessante, chata, GRANDE, pequena, feia, bonita, meu, do outro...&lt;br /&gt;Quando esse "jeito" de olhar começa a criar estas divisões, então creio que estamos em algum ponto equivocados, ou pra ser mais sincero, desequilibrados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existe a DUALIDADE. As coisas existem por si só, e é aí que está o milagre diário de todas as coisas, o milagre diário da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes por dia pensamos no que leva aquela árvore a nascer ali?!?!  Porque aquele pássaro voa lá no alto, bem mais alto que os demais?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar as coisas pelo "outro" lado, nos mostra que tudo tem seu devido lugar, e um papel a cumprir.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar as coisas pelos padrões do dia-a-dia, mostra que devemos ser o melhor entre os melhores, ter as melhores coisas, possuir, obter, SERMOS, ao invés de EXISTIRMOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe dentre todos os pensamentos, sentimentos, análises, críticas, ações, relacionamentos, e durante toda nossa existência, uma "linha do meio".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sgoy34_N3wI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YQCNhxYmGTw/s1600-h/sol+e+lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sgoy34_N3wI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YQCNhxYmGTw/s400/sol+e+lua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335132644345503490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se aflija quando perceber o quanto essa linha é tênue!&lt;br /&gt;É nela que devemos caminhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Alves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-6070524921589054340?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/6070524921589054340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=6070524921589054340' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/6070524921589054340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/6070524921589054340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/05/linha-do-meio.html' title='A Linha do Meio'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sgoy34_N3wI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YQCNhxYmGTw/s72-c/sol+e+lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-3624681407545894906</id><published>2009-04-27T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:41:42.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DE QUE VALEM OS DREADS???</title><content type='html'>Ponto de Equilíbrio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamais perca seu equilíbrio,&lt;br /&gt;Por mais forte que seja o vento da tempestade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busque no seu interior o abrigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que valem os dreads? De que valem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se as palavras são em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que lhe faz um rasta filho de Jah, é a alma e o&lt;br /&gt;coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e eu buscando o Ponto de Equilíbrio,&lt;br /&gt;Entre nós e o Eu dos irmãos que andam no mesmo&lt;br /&gt;caminho:&lt;br /&gt;Eu e eu buscando o Ponto de Equilíbrio,&lt;br /&gt;Entre nós e o Eu dos irmãos que andam no mesmo&lt;br /&gt;caminho: Eu e eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama todos os seus irmãos como o Sol a nos iluminar,&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada pedir em troca, nem ao menos um olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma árvore sem raiz não fica de pé: raízes, raízes.&lt;br /&gt;Do que adianta saber sua história se não buscas a fé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e eu buscando o Ponto de Equilíbrio,&lt;br /&gt;Entre nós e o eu dos irmãos que andam no mesmo&lt;br /&gt;caminho:&lt;br /&gt;Eu e eu buscando o Ponto de Equilíbrio,&lt;br /&gt;Entre nós e o eu dos irmãos que andam no mesmo&lt;br /&gt;caminho: Eu e eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinta a música, entre dentro dela,&lt;br /&gt;Veja o que a música tem a lhe mostrar.&lt;br /&gt;Quando Eu sinto a música entro dentro dela, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo Jah-Jah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SfZoJ45VuuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U686Iugra6I/s1600-h/unidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SfZoJ45VuuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U686Iugra6I/s400/unidade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329561728140557026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Música é pra ser sentida...&lt;br /&gt;quando se ouve, pode-se viver a mensagem...&lt;br /&gt;música = estado de espírito&lt;br /&gt;música = ideologia&lt;br /&gt;música = arte&lt;br /&gt;música = vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver ao som dos mais suaves acordes, das mais lindas mensagens de amor, solvejando as mais belas notas musicais, tropeçando nas melodias e repousando na harmonia que toma conta dos nossos ouvidos e transforma nossas ondas cerebrais em nuvens que flutuam sossegadas, a voar por aí!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bruno Alves&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/5914905551850060608-3624681407545894906?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/3624681407545894906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=3624681407545894906' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/3624681407545894906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/3624681407545894906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-que-valem-os-dreads.html' title='DE QUE VALEM OS DREADS???'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SfZoJ45VuuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U686Iugra6I/s72-c/unidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-7802761970111775378</id><published>2009-04-16T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:51:07.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A realidade muitas vezes é dura caros amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Na maior parte do tempo colocamos em nossas mentes quase que forçadamente padrões de bem estar que não existem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdadeira paz com o nosso interior fica encoberta por uma série de desejos e de anseios que fogem da nossa realidade, como por exemplo muito dinheiro, o carro mais potente do mercado, ter tudo e não ter que fazer nada. Esse é o grande objetivo da humanidade atualmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é o conforto que importa, a quantidade de eletrodomésticos que "facilita" a sua vida, a maior distância percorrida em menos tempo, o corpo esbelto ou musculoso para que os outros vejam, então para que estamos aqui? A cada dia que passa queremos trabalhar menos e ganhar mais, para que seja possível descansar sem perder todo o conforto e a comida de cada dia na nossa mesa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACORDA HUMANIDADE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitemos a simplicidade das coisas... os momentos em que estamos nos deslocando de casa para o trabalho... Quantas vezes o sol se põe no oeste, e onde estamos que não o observando e se deliciando destes momentos? dentro de nossas mentes, preocupados com o que faremos amanhã, ou depois, ou que não estamos fazendo nada e precisamos fazer alguma coisa.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SefVN5NqcPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bD2HaCHYRRY/s1600-h/P%C3%B4r+do+Sol+-+tenda+dos+morenos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SefVN5NqcPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bD2HaCHYRRY/s400/P%C3%B4r+do+Sol+-+tenda+dos+morenos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325459519062044914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto por Ana(A BrIsA)Luisa! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tantas as coisas pelas quais passamos e nem damos atenção, as pessoas que se esbarram no centro da cidade como em um formigueiro descontrolado, cada um querendo chegar logo ao seu destino, para fazer logo o que tem que fazer, e voltar logo para a sua zona de conforto! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos todos irmãos, com grandes coisas a realizar, ensinamentos para passar, e aprendizes eternos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A medida em que desaceleramos a nossa rotina, ela será mais proveitosa. Façamos o que enche nossos corações de ALEGRIA! Sem desperdiçar o nosso tempo com bobagens, com assuntos triviais ou reality show's bizarros que ridicularizam a nossa própria espécie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos neste planeta de passagem, e dessa vida, só levaremos a vida que levamos aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abram os olhos e vejam também o outro lado das coisas! O lado REAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aho Metaquiase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Alves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-7802761970111775378?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/7802761970111775378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=7802761970111775378' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/7802761970111775378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/7802761970111775378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/04/realidade.html' title='Realidade'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/SefVN5NqcPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bD2HaCHYRRY/s72-c/P%C3%B4r+do+Sol+-+tenda+dos+morenos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-7278738694237204382</id><published>2009-04-03T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:11:26.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RELIGARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CRISE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crise que o sistema capitalista vive hoje, é mais uma entre tantas no seu ciclo de auto-destruição. Um sistema que necessita de desigualdade para se sustentar, que cria os pobres para que existam os ricos, que cria o mal para que existãm os que EsTão melhores que os outros, que cria necessidades para você se ocupar, que cria problemas para voce solucionar, que destrói a natureza para satisfazer seus prazeres, nunca vai atingir um ápice de evolução onde todas as formas de vida, passem sua estadia na terra de forma igualitária, em harmonia, em paz e com amor.&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos abrir os olhos, para arrumar a bagunça, organizar a casa, para que possamos descansar em paz no nosso lar.&lt;br /&gt;O quadro ambiental do nosso planeta chega a um nível crítico, e antes que a consciencia coletiva mude, ele ainda vai piorar bastante, o que só confirma a urgência com que precisamos acordar.&lt;br /&gt;A crise vai além da economia. Ela é social, mental e espiritual!&lt;br /&gt;Partindo do princípio de que todos nós nascemos na terra, num corpo animal caracterizado como humano (amenos que um macaco esteja navegando na rede), e que é a terra que nos fornece comida, energia e força, não há porque nos olharmos e julgar uns aos outros como melhores ou piores, feios ou bonitos. Me falta compreensão para entender o porque não conseguimos tratar uns aos outros como irmãos, trabalhar juntos, viver em com[un]idade.&lt;br /&gt;Mas todas essas dualidades criadas na existência humana, bloquearam nossa ligação com a Mãe Terra e com o nosso EU Supremo, e passamos a viver como se estivéssemos jogados nesse planeta, sem nada interessante pra fazer. Então começamos a criar necessidades (ilusórias) para ter o que fazer, e a partir destas necessidades começamos o nosso processo de auto-destruição.&lt;br /&gt;Para nos RELIGARMOS com a essência divina, criadora de todas as coisas, semelhante a tudo e a todos, é necessário voltar para as raízes, voltar para a terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sdd8NWfRZNI/AAAAAAAAABg/LH77ZNP8XVk/s1600-h/araucaria.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320858053578417362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sdd8NWfRZNI/AAAAAAAAABg/LH77ZNP8XVk/s320/araucaria.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste processo de volta para a terra, como forma de curarmos o planeta e a nós mesmos, surge uma alternativa em especial que abrange a todas as questões pertinentes para modificarmos o nosso modo de vida, de forma ambiental, social, economica e espiritualmente correta.&lt;br /&gt;A PERMACULTURA (cultura permanente) trata-se de um sistema de desenho ambiental, com o intuito de criar um ambiente humano planejado, que observa os sistemas naturais e aproveita as facilidades e os produtos da natureza sem degradá-la.&lt;br /&gt;""O projeto permacultural envolve o planejamento, a implantação e a manutenção conscientes de ecossistemas produtivos que tenham a diversidade, a estabilidade e a resistência dos ecossistemas naturais. Ele resulta na integração harmoniosa entre as pessoas e a paisagem, provendo alimentação, energia e habitação, entre outras necessidades materiais e não-materiais, de forma sustentável.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sdd7U0MZI2I/AAAAAAAAABY/6l7DEEVEGFc/s1600-h/permaculture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320857082299753314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sdd7U0MZI2I/AAAAAAAAABY/6l7DEEVEGFc/s320/permaculture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na permacultura utiliza-se os recursos naturais de maneira sustentável, ou seja, não se utiliza mais do que a própria natureza consegue repor a seu tempo. E o desenho permacultural dos ambientes permite que um só recurso seja usado de diversas formas simultaneamente (principalmente a água, que será o próximo recurso a ser cobiçado por todas as nações).&lt;br /&gt;A produção de alimentos naturais (sem bombas de hormônio ou agrotóxicos, ou mesmo alterações genéticas, consequentemente SAUDÁVEIS), a prática de atividades voltadas para a nossa sustentabilidade e a do planeta (atividades não estressantes por sinal), a incorporação da paz, da serenidade, da calma e do amor na nossa vida (o que geralmente sabemos o que é, mais muitos de nós nuca sentimos), proporciona uma mudança incrível na nossa percepção da realidade e na nossa qualidade de vida, e é assim que vamos nos reconectar com as forças universais, harmonizando as nossas vibrações, até perceber que tudo e todos somos uma só energia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver em HARMONIA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Alves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-7278738694237204382?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/7278738694237204382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=7278738694237204382' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/7278738694237204382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/7278738694237204382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/04/religare.html' title='RELIGARE'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/Sdd8NWfRZNI/AAAAAAAAABg/LH77ZNP8XVk/s72-c/araucaria.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914905551850060608.post-2960421972723186354</id><published>2009-04-02T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:01:52.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos nós os Tripulantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShDrlmDJdQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GKa2neJ3hVA/s1600-h/terra-eps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Diante do jogo cósmico da vida é comum nos deparar com situações onde percebemos nas outras pessoas, uma incrível semelhança conosco, seja na forma de pensar, agir, gostar das mesmas coisas, e nos sentimos como se compartilhássemos da mesma essência. Tudo isso acontece, porque nós realmente compartilhamos dessa essência única. Somos todos um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;color:black;"   &gt;Mesmo assim ainda nos deparamos com situações bizarras onde o "ser" humano coloca acima dessa "volta pra casa", satisfazer as necessidades físicas, corpóreas, os prazeres da carne, colocando como sinônimo de FELICIDADE o ACÚMULO DE PRAZERES. Por este motivo vivemos hoje em uma sociedade extremamente consumista, um sistema que não se sustenta, que abusa irracionalmente dos recursos naturais, onde as coisas e os resultados devem ser imediatos. Este tolo imediatismo conduz a humanidade para a miséria, o pré-conceito, o ódio, a tristeza e a desigualdade, onde a vida em COM[UN]IDADE, dá lugar para a vida em sociedade, a sociedade do "papelzinho timbrado" que vale mais que os amigos, a familia, a vida, os amores... mas não do que a morte. Mais que sociedade é essa? Sociedade tem como um de seus significados, tratar-se de uma parceria onde ambos os sócios saem ganhando. Então porque todos estamos sendo prejudicados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;color:black;"   &gt;Chegou o momento de DESPERTAR A CONSCIÊNCIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;color:black;"   &gt;É hora de dar lugar para um sistema que traz alternativas viáveis, para viver bem enquanto passamos nossa estadia no planeta, um sistema que nos proporcione evoluir FÍSICA, MENTAL e ESPIRITUALMENTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;color:black;"   &gt;É necessário cuidar da nave-mãe, assumir as nossas responsabilidades enquanto tripulantes e nos dedicar às tantas dádivas que nos são dadas pela natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;color:black;"   &gt;A base deste sistema, o alicerce... é o AMOR, o sentimento que por si só entende-se. Acredito que o maior objetivo de nossas vidas é atingir o conhecimento íntimo de que somos almas imortais, trazidas a esta grande escola chamada Terra para aprender lições sobre amor, compaixão, paciência, equilíbrio e harmonia, dedicação, obediência, não-violência, fé e esperança, relações amorosas e assim por diante. O aprendizado destas lições é a única esperança para a Humanidade. Só assim seremos capazes de trazer o paraíso para a Terra. Devemos nos lembrar que viemos aqui para aprender, servir e evoluir. E é através do amor que conseguiremos nos manter em paz com os irmãos e principalmente, a paz INTERIOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;color:black;"   &gt;A partir daí manteremos nossa conexão com a mãe terra (PACHAMAMA), e com o EU SUPREMO, o CRISTO que está dentro de cada um de nós e faz parte da nossa naturalidade, e então não seremos mais os caminhantes, mas DEUS em nós a caminhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Bruno Alves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;color:black;"   &gt;"Há um mar tempestuoso se anunciando no horizonte. A violência e a falta de visão parecem dominar o mundo. Precisamos navegar em harmonia, rejeitar o ódio, a raiva, o rancor, o medo e o orgulho. Precisamos ter a coragem necessária para fazer o que é certo. Precisamos amar e respeitar os outros, para enxergar e apreciar a beleza inata e a dignidade de cada ser humano. Afinal somos almas, todas feitas da mesma substância. Apenas unindo nossos esforços, agindo como uma tripulação, é que poderemos evitar as tempestades, chegar a um porto seguro e encontrar o caminho para casa." (Sérgio Dias)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914905551850060608-2960421972723186354?l=mirantedeantares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/feeds/2960421972723186354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5914905551850060608&amp;postID=2960421972723186354' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/2960421972723186354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914905551850060608/posts/default/2960421972723186354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirantedeantares.blogspot.com/2009/04/somos-nos-os-tripulantes.html' title='Somos nós os Tripulantes'/><author><name>Bruno ALves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555586251776974937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShoB2jhgxuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rCiHKWMKh8Y/S220/wakinglife_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7v2wQN451h4/ShDrlmDJdQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GKa2neJ3hVA/s72-c/terra-eps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
