<?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-4370595358601746602</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:57:19.871-03:00</updated><category term='mensagem'/><category term='carinho'/><category term='soneto'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='pablo neruda'/><category term='Lágrimas ocultas'/><category term='Despedida de um gênio'/><category term='Amar é...'/><category term='filme'/><category term='portugal'/><category term='a minha dor'/><category term='florbela espanca'/><title type='text'>O Mundo de Ângela Lopes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ângela Lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820956899410379884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMKNZfcTWLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Q6WFHP8FCk/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370595358601746602.post-4866450250681387985</id><published>2009-04-25T22:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:34:26.945-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema fresquinho de Antonio Mateo Allende...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SfO6Dwb5frI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vDw9KxcIfsA/s1600-h/windowslivewriterpoemadellibrocuandodueleelcorazon-d84ccuando-duele-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328807357813718706" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SY-SgwflJxI/AAAAAAAAADg/0VZwX5CBlQc/s320/Bosque_1%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Carinho é fonte energética.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Carinho é caminho de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Carinho nunca é demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A afetividade é importante, sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pois, como um ser humano ainda imperfeito,ainda aprendiz, pode bastar-se a si mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Não, amigos, a individualidade, sem dúvida, é direito de cada um de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, em excesso, é egoísmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Viemos aqui para aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aprendizagem é sinônimo de troca de experiências, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;troca de energia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;troca de informações, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;troca de afeto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;troca e troca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Carinho é plumagem bonita, macia, gostosa de sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quem dá afeto se fortifica; quem o recebe se acalma, se tranqüiliza, se equilibra.&lt;br /&gt;Carinho é sinônimo de amor, amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Amor é bálsamo para a nossa condição de criança espiritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Criança precisa de amor para crescer psicologicamente, afetivamente e fisicamente saudável. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Criança precisa de apoio e de muita troca.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, também nós precisamos de afeto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Não esqueçam desse detalhe amigos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Amor é fonte de energia, é vida, é crescimento.&lt;br /&gt;Dêem e aceitem todo o tipo de afeto com verdadeiro amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Autor Desconhecido)&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/4370595358601746602-261211509778367253?l=omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/261211509778367253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4370595358601746602&amp;postID=261211509778367253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/261211509778367253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/261211509778367253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/2009/02/mensagem-de-carinho.html' title='Mensagem de Carinho'/><author><name>Ângela Lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820956899410379884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMKNZfcTWLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Q6WFHP8FCk/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SY-SgwflJxI/AAAAAAAAADg/0VZwX5CBlQc/s72-c/Bosque_1%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370595358601746602.post-5583832756278296587</id><published>2009-01-09T03:18:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:27:33.097-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Filtro Solar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SWbeYoSp9yI/AAAAAAAAADY/ELuYJ9tqeFU/s1600-h/7236praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289159327107118882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SWbeYoSp9yI/AAAAAAAAADY/ELuYJ9tqeFU/s320/7236praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Filtro Solar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixem de usar filtro solar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se eu pudesse dar uma só dica sobre o futuro,seria esta: use filtro solar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os benefícios a longo prazo do uso de filtro solarestão provados e comprovados pela ciência;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já o resto de meus conselhos não tem outra base confiável além de minha própria experiência errante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas agora eu vou compartilhar esses conselhos com vocês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aproveite bem, o máximo que puder, o poder e a beleza da juventude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ou, então, esquece... Você nunca vai entender mesmo o poder e a beleza da juventude até que tenham se apagado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas, pode crer, daqui a vinte anos, você vai evocar as suas fotos eperceber de um jeito - que você nem desconfia hoje em dia quantas tantas alternativas se lhe escancaravam à sua frente, e como você realmente tava com tudo em cima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você não é tão gordo(a) quanto pensa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não se preocupe com o futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ou então preocupe-se, se quiser, mas saiba que pré-ocupação é tão eficaz quanto mascar chiclete para tentar resolver uma equação de álgebra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As encrencas de verdade de sua vida tendem a vir de coisas que nunca passaram pela sua cabeça preocupada, e te pegam no ponto fraco às quatro da tarde de uma terça-feira modorrenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo dia enfrente pelo menos uma coisa que te meta medo de verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não seja leviano com o coração dos outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não ature gente de coração leviano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Use fio dental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não perca tempo com inveja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Às vezes se está por cima, às vezes por baixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A peleja é longa e, no fim,é só você contra você mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não esqueça os elogios que receber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esqueça as ofensas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se conseguir isso, me ensine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guarde as antigas cartas de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jogue fora os extratos bancários velhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estique-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não se sinta culpado por não saber o que fazer da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As pessoas mais interessantes que eu conheço não sabiam, aos vinte e dois, o que queriam fazer da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alguns dos quarentões mais interessantes que conheço ainda não sabem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tome bastante cálcio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seja cuidadoso com os joelhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você vai sentir falta deles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talvez você case, talvez não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talvez tenha filhos, talvez não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talvez se divorcie aos quarenta, talvez dance ciranda em suas bodas de diamante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faça o que fizer, não se auto-congratule demais, nem seja severo demais com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As suas escolhas tem sempre metade das chances de dar certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É assim pra todo mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desfrute de seu corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Use-o de toda maneira que puder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não tenha medo de seu corpo ou do que as outras pessoas possam achar dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o mais incrível instrumento que você jamais vai possuir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mesmo que não tenha aonde além de seu próprio quarto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leia as instruções, mesmo que não vá segui-las depois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não leia revistas de beleza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elas só vão fazer você se achar feio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dedique-se a conhecer os seus pais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É impossível prever quando eles terão ido embora, de vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seja legal com seus irmãos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eles são a melhor ponte com o seu passado e possivelmente quem vai sempre mesmo te apoiar no futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entenda que amigos vão e vem, mas nunca abra mão de uns poucos e bons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esforce-se de verdade para diminuir as distâncias geográficas e de estilos de vida, porque quanto mais velho você ficar, mais você vai precisar das pessoas que conheceu quando jovem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More uma vez em Nova York, mas vá embora antes de endurecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More uma vez no Havaí, mas se mande antes de amolecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viaje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aceite certas verdades inescapáveis: Os preços vão subir. Os políticos vão saracotear. Você, também, vai envelhecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E quando isso acontecer, você vai fantasiar que quando era jovem, os preços eram razoáveis, os políticos eram decentes, e as crianças, respeitavam os mais velhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Respeite os mais velhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E não espere que ninguém segure a sua barra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talvez você arrume uma boa aposentadoria privada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.Talvez case com um bom partido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas não esqueça que um dos dois pode de repente acabar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não mexa demais nos cabelos senão quando você chegar aos quarenta vai aparentar oitenta e cinco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuidado com os conselhos que comprar, mas seja paciente com aqueles que os oferecem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conselho é uma forma de nostalgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Compartilhar conselhos é um jeito de pescar o passado do lixo, esfregá-lo, repintar as partes feias e reciclar tudo por mais do que vale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas no filtro solar, acredite!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370595358601746602-5583832756278296587?l=omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5583832756278296587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4370595358601746602&amp;postID=5583832756278296587' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/5583832756278296587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/5583832756278296587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/2009/01/filtro-solar.html' title='Filtro Solar'/><author><name>Ângela Lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820956899410379884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMKNZfcTWLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Q6WFHP8FCk/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SWbeYoSp9yI/AAAAAAAAADY/ELuYJ9tqeFU/s72-c/7236praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370595358601746602.post-3450623585817068616</id><published>2009-01-01T17:50:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:02:04.878-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem de Otimismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SV0gLE43UII/AAAAAAAAADI/MiAjSTcWeEI/s1600-h/anjo2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286416912265728130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SV0gLE43UII/AAAAAAAAADI/MiAjSTcWeEI/s320/anjo2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Acredite em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não importa do que é o mundo...O importante, são os seus sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que você é...O importante é o que você quer ser...&lt;br /&gt;Não importa onde você está...O importante é para onde você quer ir...&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o porquê...O importante é o querer ...&lt;br /&gt;Não importa suas mágoas...O importante mesmo, são suas alegrias...&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que você já passou...O passado guarde na sua lembrança ...&lt;br /&gt;Não veja; apenas olhe...&lt;br /&gt;Não escute; apenas ouça...&lt;br /&gt;Não toque; sinta...&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é um espelho...&lt;br /&gt;Não seja apenas um reflexo!&lt;br /&gt;Só acreditando no futuro você conseguirá a paz...&lt;br /&gt;E alcançará seu sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, o que importa ?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você importa ...!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FELIZ 2009 E MUITA SORTE SEMPRE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286417949577742514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SV0hHdLUiLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IHEyfIBg094/s320/anjo1.bmp" border="0" /&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/4370595358601746602-3450623585817068616?l=omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/3450623585817068616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4370595358601746602&amp;postID=3450623585817068616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/3450623585817068616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/3450623585817068616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/2009/01/acredite-em-voc-no-importa-do-que-o.html' title='Mensagem de Otimismo'/><author><name>Ângela Lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820956899410379884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMKNZfcTWLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Q6WFHP8FCk/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SV0gLE43UII/AAAAAAAAADI/MiAjSTcWeEI/s72-c/anjo2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370595358601746602.post-6497702916076253227</id><published>2008-12-25T00:42:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:50:41.661-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal e um Maravilhoso Ano Novo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Mensagem de Natal e Ano Novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283553174193471794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SVLznlOwgTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3eXLxqX2kB8/s320/e-natal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Um momento doce e cheio de significado para as nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;É tempo de repensar valores, de ponderar sobre a vida e tudo que a cerca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;É momento de deixar nascer essa criança pura, inocente e cheia de esperança que mora dentro de nossos corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;É sempre tempo de contemplar aquele menino pobre, que nasceu numa manjedoura, para nos fazer entender que o ser humano vale por aquilo que é e faz, e nunca por aquilo que possui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Noite cristã, onde a alegria invade nossos corações trazendo a paz e a harmonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O Natal é um dia festivo e espero que o seu olhar possa estar voltado para uma festa maior, a festa do nascimento de Cristo dentro de seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Que neste Natal você e sua família sintam mais forte ainda o significado da palavra amor, que traga raios de luz que iluminem o seu caminho e transformem o seu coração a cada dia, fazendo que você viva sempre com muita felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Também é tempo de refazer planos, reconsiderar os equívocos e retomar o caminho para uma vida cada vez mais feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Teremos outras 365 novas oportunidades de dizer à vida, que de fato queremos ser plenamente felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Que queremos viver cada dia, cada hora e cada minuto em sua plenitude, como se fosse o último.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Que queremos renovação e buscaremos os grandes milagres da vida a cada instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Todo Ano Novo é hora de renascer, de florescer, de viver de novo.Aproveite este ano que está chegando para realizar todos os seus sonhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FELIZ NATAL&lt;/span&gt; E UM &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PRÓSPERO ANO NOVO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283553851610973762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SVL0PAzrRkI/AAAAAAAAADA/Y1_AByOXySk/s320/ano+novo1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370595358601746602-6497702916076253227?l=omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/6497702916076253227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4370595358601746602&amp;postID=6497702916076253227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/6497702916076253227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/6497702916076253227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-natal-e-um-maravilhoso-ano-novo.html' title='Feliz Natal e um Maravilhoso Ano Novo!!!'/><author><name>Ângela Lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820956899410379884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMKNZfcTWLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Q6WFHP8FCk/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SVLznlOwgTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3eXLxqX2kB8/s72-c/e-natal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370595358601746602.post-6901869917392622834</id><published>2008-11-26T02:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T02:42:11.037-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A ilha dos sentimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;A ilha dos sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272821732580401634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SSzTbd5qIeI/AAAAAAAAACw/u3VuHRx8EmM/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era uma vez uma ilha, onde moravam todos os sentimentos: a Alegria, a Tristeza, a Sabedoria e todos os outros sentimentos. Por fim o amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, um dia, foi avisado aos moradores que aquela ilha iria afundar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os sentimentos apressaram-se para sair da ilha. Pegaram seus barcos e partiram. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o amor ficou, pois queria ficar mais um pouco com a ilha, antes que ela afundasse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando, por fim, estava quase se afogando, o Amor começou a pedir ajuda. Nesse momento estava passando a Riqueza, em um lindo barco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Amor disse: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Riqueza, leve-me com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Não posso. Há muito ouro e prata no meu barco. Não há lugar para você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele pediu ajuda a Vaidade, que também vinha passando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Vaidade, por favor, me ajude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Não posso te ajudar, Amor, você esta todo molhado e poderia estragar meu barco novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então, o amor pediu ajuda a Tristeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tristeza, leve-me com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ah! Amor, estou tão triste, que prefiro ir sozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Também passou a Alegria, mas ela estava tão alegre que nem ouviu o amor chamá-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já desesperado, o Amor começou a chorar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi quando ouviu uma voz chamar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Vem Amor, eu levo você! Era um velhinho. O Amor ficou tão feliz que esqueceu-se de perguntar o nome do velhinho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chegando do outro lado da praia, ele perguntou a Sabedoria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sabedoria, quem era aquele velhinho que me trouxe aqui?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Sabedoria respondeu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Era o Tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- O Tempo? Mas porque só o Tempo me trouxe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Porque só o Tempo é capaz de entender o "AMOR".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370595358601746602-6901869917392622834?l=omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/6901869917392622834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4370595358601746602&amp;postID=6901869917392622834' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/6901869917392622834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/6901869917392622834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/2008/11/ilha-dos-sentimentos.html' title='A ilha dos sentimentos'/><author><name>Ângela Lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820956899410379884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMKNZfcTWLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Q6WFHP8FCk/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SSzTbd5qIeI/AAAAAAAAACw/u3VuHRx8EmM/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370595358601746602.post-8995290547748799827</id><published>2008-10-31T01:48:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T02:50:16.663-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despedida de um gênio'/><title type='text'>Despedida de um gênio (Gabriel Garcia Márquez)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despedida de um gênio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263162302306608882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SQqCOoA2ZvI/AAAAAAAAACo/8GxyPBCx_VM/s320/1862023889_1fb74a56bb_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Se por um instante Deus esquecesse de que sou uma marionete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;de pano e me presenteasse com mais um pouco de vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;possivelmente não diria tudo o que penso, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;definitivamente, pensaria em tudo o que digo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Daria valor às pequenas coisas, não pelo que valem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;mas sim, pelo que significam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dormiria pouco, sonharia mais; entendendo que por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cada minuto que fechamos os olhos, perdemos sessenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;segundos de luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Andaria quando os demais se detessem, despertaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;quando os demais dormissem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Escutaria quando os demais falassem, e como iria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;saborear um delicioso sorvete de chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Se Deus me concedesse um pouco mais de vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;vestir-me-ia simplesmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Deitaria de bruços ao sol, deixando descoberto, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;somente mey corpo, senão minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Deus meu, se eu tivesse um coração, escreveria meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;horror ao frio, e esperaria que saísse o sol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pintaria como em um sonho de Van Gogh, sobre as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;estrelas, um poema de Benedetti e uma canção de Serrat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Seria a serenata que ofereceria à lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Regaria com minhas lágrimas as rosas, para sentir a dor de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;seus espinhos e o beijo vermelho de suas pétalas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Deus meu, se eu tivesse um pouco mais de vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Não deixaria passar um só dia sem dizer a toda gente, que as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;quero muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gabriel García Márquez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370595358601746602-8995290547748799827?l=omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/8995290547748799827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4370595358601746602&amp;postID=8995290547748799827' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/8995290547748799827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/8995290547748799827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/2008/10/despedida-de-um-gnio-gabriel-garcia.html' title='Despedida de um gênio (Gabriel Garcia Márquez)'/><author><name>Ângela Lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820956899410379884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMKNZfcTWLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Q6WFHP8FCk/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SQqCOoA2ZvI/AAAAAAAAACo/8GxyPBCx_VM/s72-c/1862023889_1fb74a56bb_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370595358601746602.post-8448885787806958092</id><published>2008-09-28T02:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:20:11.729-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração de Santo Agostinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SN8iA-LBibI/AAAAAAAAACY/pEwnXxTJHJI/s1600-h/anjo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250953090621868466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SN8iA-LBibI/AAAAAAAAACY/pEwnXxTJHJI/s320/anjo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A morte não é nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas passei ao outro mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou eu. Tu és tu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que fomos um para o outro ainda o somos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dá-me o nome que sempre me deste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fala-me como sempre me falaste,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não mudes o tom a um triste solene.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continua rindo com aquilo que nos fazia rir juntos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reza, sorri, pensa em mim, reza comigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que meu nome se pronuncie em casa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como sempre se pronunciou,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem nenhuma ênfase, sem rosto de sombra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida continua significando o que significou,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continua sendo o que eu era.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O cordão da união não se quebrou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que eu estaria fora de teus pensamentos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apenas porque estou fora de tua vista?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não estou longe,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somente estou do outro lado do caminho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já verás, tudo está bem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Redescobrirás meu coração,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nele redescobrirás a ternura mais pura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seca tuas lágrimas e, se me amas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não chores mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A dor da morte é algo inexplicável, algo que não queremos aceitar... ela chega de repente e levamos um baque enorme... principalmente quando a pessoa que se vai é querida e adorada por todos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nas últimas semanas tenho aprendido muito, refletido muito e aceitado muitas coisas... realmente a vida é muito curta... fazemos planos, acreditamos, temos esperanças e, de repente... acontece o inesperado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Até agora não posso acreditar... O que fazer? No que pensar? Como agir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A única coisa que pode-se fazer é esperar "cair a ficha", observar, seguir em frente no caminho que um dia vai terminar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4370595358601746602-8448885787806958092?l=omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/8448885787806958092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4370595358601746602&amp;postID=8448885787806958092' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/8448885787806958092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/8448885787806958092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/2008/09/orao-de-santo-agostinho.html' title='Oração de Santo Agostinho'/><author><name>Ângela Lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820956899410379884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMKNZfcTWLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Q6WFHP8FCk/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SN8iA-LBibI/AAAAAAAAACY/pEwnXxTJHJI/s72-c/anjo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370595358601746602.post-4156501323402992700</id><published>2008-09-16T10:25:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:55:26.324-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amar é...'/><title type='text'>Amar é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SM-1QCR_FBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QG1F8CetWrU/s1600-h/Illusions3%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246611378004759570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SM-1QCR_FBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QG1F8CetWrU/s320/Illusions3%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu mesma escrevi essa poesia... espero que gostem!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SM-1CedpW2I/AAAAAAAAACI/btywid5G_Rc/s1600-h/0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amar é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;... Rir das coisas sem motivo algum&lt;br /&gt;... Ajudar ao próximo&lt;br /&gt;... Confiar&lt;br /&gt;... Ser sincero&lt;br /&gt;... Ser verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;... "Descobrir" pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;... Ser fiel&lt;br /&gt;... Ter senso de humor&lt;br /&gt;... Compartilhar alegrias&lt;br /&gt;... Saber o que se quer&lt;br /&gt;... Fazer alguém feliz&lt;br /&gt;... Ter uma mescla de companheirismo e amizade&lt;br /&gt;... Viver Intensamente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ângela Lopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370595358601746602-4156501323402992700?l=omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/4156501323402992700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4370595358601746602&amp;postID=4156501323402992700' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/4156501323402992700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/4156501323402992700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/2008/09/amar.html' title='Amar é...'/><author><name>Ângela Lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820956899410379884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMKNZfcTWLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Q6WFHP8FCk/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SM-1QCR_FBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QG1F8CetWrU/s72-c/Illusions3%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370595358601746602.post-2360548932357264542</id><published>2008-09-08T13:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:18:24.901-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lágrimas ocultas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florbela espanca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portugal'/><title type='text'>Lágrimas Ocultas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMVQEnYjfJI/AAAAAAAAABw/IbcN_W597WU/s1600-h/l%C3%A1grimas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243685381364481170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMVQEnYjfJI/AAAAAAAAABw/IbcN_W597WU/s320/l%C3%A1grimas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lágrimas Ocultas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Se me ponho a cismar em outras eras&lt;br /&gt;Em que ri e cantei, em que era querida,&lt;br /&gt;Parece-me que foi noutras esferas,&lt;br /&gt;Parece-me que foi numa outra vida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;E a minha triste boca dolorida,&lt;br /&gt;Que dantes tinha o rir das primaveras,&lt;br /&gt;Esbate as linhas graves e severas&lt;br /&gt;E cai num abandono de esquecida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;E fico, pensativa, olhando o vago...&lt;br /&gt;Toma a brandura plácida dum lago&lt;br /&gt;O meu rosto de monja de marfim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;E as lágrimas que choro, branca e calma,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém as vê brotar dentro da alma!&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém as vê cair dentro de mim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Florbela Espanca)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370595358601746602-2360548932357264542?l=omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/2360548932357264542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4370595358601746602&amp;postID=2360548932357264542' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/2360548932357264542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/2360548932357264542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/2008/09/lgrimas-ocultas.html' title='Lágrimas Ocultas'/><author><name>Ângela Lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820956899410379884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMKNZfcTWLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Q6WFHP8FCk/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMVQEnYjfJI/AAAAAAAAABw/IbcN_W597WU/s72-c/l%C3%A1grimas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370595358601746602.post-3962629298102719686</id><published>2008-09-08T13:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:08:52.733-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a minha dor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florbela espanca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portugal'/><title type='text'>A maior dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMVNxaGe6II/AAAAAAAAABo/F4MxFctJ3yo/s1600-h/l%C3%ADrio+roxo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243682852358252674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMVNxaGe6II/AAAAAAAAABo/F4MxFctJ3yo/s320/l%C3%ADrio+roxo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A maior dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                   &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A minha Dor é um convento ideal&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de claustros, sombras, arcarias,&lt;br /&gt;Aonde a pedra em convulsões sombrias&lt;br /&gt;Tem linhas dum requinte escultural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Os sinos têm dobres de agonias&lt;br /&gt;Ao gemer, comovidos, o seu mal...&lt;br /&gt;E todos têm sons de funeral&lt;br /&gt;Ao bater horas, no correr dos dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A minha Dor é um convento. Há lírios&lt;br /&gt;Dum roxo macerado de martírios,&lt;br /&gt;Tão belos como nunca os viu alguém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Nesse triste convento aonde eu moro,&lt;br /&gt;Noites e dias rezo e grito e choro,&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém ouve... Ninguém vê... Ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Florbela Espanca)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370595358601746602-3962629298102719686?l=omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/3962629298102719686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4370595358601746602&amp;postID=3962629298102719686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/3962629298102719686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pablo neruda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soneto'/><title type='text'>Lindo Soneto de Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;XVII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NÃO TE AMO como fosses rosa de sal, topázio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou flecha de cravos que propagam o fogo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te amo como se amam certas coisas obscuras,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;secretamente, entre a sombre e a alma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te amo como a planta que não floresce e leva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dentro de si, oculta, a luz daquelas flores,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e graças a teu amor vive escuro em meu corpo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o apertado aroma que ascendeu da terra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te amo sem saber como, nem quando, nem onde,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te amo diretamente sem problemas nem orgulho:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;assim te amo porque não sei amar de outra maneira,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;senão assim deste modo em que não sou nem és&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tão perto que tua mão sobre meu peito é minha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tão perto que se fecham teus olhos com meu sonho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Cem sonetos de amor - Pablo Neruda)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370595358601746602-2365230261372629750?l=omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/2365230261372629750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMKNZfcTWLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Q6WFHP8FCk/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370595358601746602.post-6822110881319819590</id><published>2008-08-05T03:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T03:45:21.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão: Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SJf24rB9AYI/AAAAAAAAABI/6gUY19OCNp4/s1600-h/sonhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230920945698144642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SJf24rB9AYI/AAAAAAAAABI/6gUY19OCNp4/s320/sonhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4370595358601746602-6822110881319819590?l=omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/6822110881319819590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4370595358601746602&amp;postID=6822110881319819590' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/6822110881319819590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/6822110881319819590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/2008/08/reflexo-sonhos.html' title='Reflexão: Sonhos'/><author><name>Ângela Lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820956899410379884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMKNZfcTWLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Q6WFHP8FCk/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SJf24rB9AYI/AAAAAAAAABI/6gUY19OCNp4/s72-c/sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370595358601746602.post-7855678604519936706</id><published>2008-08-05T03:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T03:43:17.222-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Antes de Partir (The bucket list)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SJf2aPFaWFI/AAAAAAAAABA/1BTohy3HYZk/s1600-h/2530551223_6507eb5b1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230920422800382034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SJf2aPFaWFI/AAAAAAAAABA/1BTohy3HYZk/s320/2530551223_6507eb5b1d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SJf2JgL_V0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/OiC00ObLkxQ/s1600-h/2530551223_6507eb5b1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;No final de semana, estva descansando até que me deparei com um dvd que ainda não havia assistido, peguei o filme achando que seria mais uns daqueles filmes de drama gratuito, tipo dramalhão mexicano, mas me surpreendi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Assisti ao filme "Antes de Partir", ou em inglês, "The bucket list", com Morgan Freeman e Jack Nicholson, no começo, achei o filme um pouco "fraquinho", mas depois de 30 minutos, o filme começa a melhorar e nos dá uma lição de vida e tanto!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Aprendi que quando temos um sonho, devemos correr atrás dele, se amamos alguém, devemos dizer isso hoje "Eu te amo", porque o "amanhã" pode não existir, quando temos um amigo que consideramos importante, devemos dizer hoje "Você é importante pra mim"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A vida é muito curta, devemos disfrutá-la ao máximo, deixar de lado o rancor, tentar corrigir os erros enquanto é tempo, fazer algo por alguém desinteressadamente, ajudar aos que precisam sem esperar nada em troca, rir à toa, se divertir, brincar, sair, dançar, fazer o que der vontade... Pagar mico? Por que ter tanto medo disso? Pagar mico é bom, todo mundo paga mico algum dia e não há coisa melhor, porque quando recordamos, rimos tanto, depois que passa, todo mundo ri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Com certeza, depois de assistir a esse filme, você terá uma nova visão do que é realmente a vida e de quanto tempo ela dura... 70 anos? Você acha que é muito? Que nada... passa rápido demais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4370595358601746602-7855678604519936706?l=omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/7855678604519936706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4370595358601746602&amp;postID=7855678604519936706' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/7855678604519936706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/7855678604519936706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/2008/08/antes-de-partir-bucket-list.html' title='Antes de Partir (The bucket list)'/><author><name>Ângela Lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820956899410379884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMKNZfcTWLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Q6WFHP8FCk/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SJf2aPFaWFI/AAAAAAAAABA/1BTohy3HYZk/s72-c/2530551223_6507eb5b1d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370595358601746602.post-4633732528421535703</id><published>2008-07-16T03:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T03:26:51.552-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pablo neruda'/><title type='text'>¡QUEDA PROHIBIDO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SH2Tf6w4udI/AAAAAAAAAAo/l6mMw2Y9D3w/s1600-h/PABLO+NERUDA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223493319379171794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SH2Tf6w4udI/AAAAAAAAAAo/l6mMw2Y9D3w/s320/PABLO+NERUDA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;¡QUEDA PROHIBIDO!&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Queda prohibido llorar sin aprender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;levantarte un día sin saber que hacer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tener miedo a tus recuerdos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Queda prohibido no sonreír a los problemas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;no luchar por lo que quieres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;abandonarlo todo por miedo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;no convertir en realidad tus sueños. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Queda prohibido no demostrar tu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;hacer que alguien pague tus deudas y el mal humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Queda prohibido dejar a tus amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;no intentar comprender lo que vivieron juntos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;llamarles solo cuando los necesitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Queda prohibido no ser tú ante la gente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;fingir ante las personas que no te importan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hacerte el gracioso con tal de que te recuerden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;olvidar a toda la gente que te quiere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Queda prohibido no hacer las cosas por ti mismo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;tener miedo a la vida y a sus compromisos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;no vivir cada día como si fuera un ultimo suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Queda prohibido echar a alguien de menos sin alegrarte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;olvidar sus ojos, su risa,todo porque sus caminos han dejado de abrazarse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;olvidar su pasado y pagarlo con su presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Queda prohibido no intentar comprender a las personas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;pensar que sus vidas valen mas que la tuya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;no saber que cada uno tiene su camino y su dicha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Queda prohibido no crear tu historia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;no tener un momento para la gente que te necesita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;no comprender que lo que la vida te da, también te lo quita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Queda prohibido no buscar tu felicidad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no vivir tu vida con una actitud positiva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no pensar en que podemos ser mejores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no sentir que sin ti este mundo no sería igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse poema é maravilhoso, realmente demostra as melhores coisas da vida, é como se fosse um guia de como viver melhor e como demonstrar às pessoas quão importantes elas são em nossa vida!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Saudações a todos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4370595358601746602-4633732528421535703?l=omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/4633732528421535703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4370595358601746602&amp;postID=4633732528421535703' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/4633732528421535703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/4633732528421535703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/2008/07/queda-prohibido.html' title='¡QUEDA PROHIBIDO!'/><author><name>Ângela Lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820956899410379884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMKNZfcTWLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Q6WFHP8FCk/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SH2Tf6w4udI/AAAAAAAAAAo/l6mMw2Y9D3w/s72-c/PABLO+NERUDA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370595358601746602.post-2535416747708578999</id><published>2008-07-10T16:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:57:22.012-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunada - Ten Paciencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SHZpfNGmwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/F6TE2MMxu0g/s1600-h/thalia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221476802796897058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SHZpfNGmwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/F6TE2MMxu0g/s320/thalia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gran estreno de la música latina del 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jf_fTemtSsc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jf_fTemtSsc&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370595358601746602-2535416747708578999?l=omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/2535416747708578999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4370595358601746602&amp;postID=2535416747708578999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/2535416747708578999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/2535416747708578999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/2008/07/lunada-ten-paciencia.html' title='Lunada - Ten Paciencia'/><author><name>Ângela Lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820956899410379884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMKNZfcTWLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Q6WFHP8FCk/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SHZpfNGmwyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/F6TE2MMxu0g/s72-c/thalia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370595358601746602.post-8498269567054148648</id><published>2008-07-10T16:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:25:52.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mundo de Ângela Lopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SHZiHKxibGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PRUsz3nTA4g/s1600-h/ÃNGELA5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221468693273406562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SHZiHKxibGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PRUsz3nTA4g/s320/%C3%82NGELA5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Resolvi entrar na moda e criar um Blog pra mim. Para que eu possa compartilhar com vocês as minhas idéias, opiniões, poesias prediletas, criações próprias, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que disfrutem bastante deste mundo que não só pertence a mim, mas a todos! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um grande beijo e um grande abraço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ângela Lopes.&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/4370595358601746602-8498269567054148648?l=omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/feeds/8498269567054148648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4370595358601746602&amp;postID=8498269567054148648' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/8498269567054148648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370595358601746602/posts/default/8498269567054148648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodeangelalopes.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-mundo-de-ngela-lopes.html' title='O Mundo de Ângela Lopes'/><author><name>Ângela Lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09820956899410379884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SMKNZfcTWLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Q6WFHP8FCk/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp6kzvrmg30/SHZiHKxibGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PRUsz3nTA4g/s72-c/%C3%82NGELA5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
