tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49834842509395899952024-03-14T00:07:55.477-07:00Às margens de mim...Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-28699393069936012772023-07-06T10:20:00.000-07:002023-07-06T10:20:42.372-07:00A luz da lua<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSe06I5WwMGX5L9PFJRl83xUl9_x54wVv0Is5yXlynUszwZoKQ62GqQtJmS9OIVBeSNsj8Bnq8xhn2a0JNuFOy9aWIOvBAFrtBpjIwIjWlBt4rsuAh_mJlFab2bfFUAGit30WfRFFm_qo0W7CQjltR29DCt0lYIZvYly7XLf8EVQQXia9ouBn5nk4yoc/s1600/luar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1438" data-original-width="1600" height="576" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSe06I5WwMGX5L9PFJRl83xUl9_x54wVv0Is5yXlynUszwZoKQ62GqQtJmS9OIVBeSNsj8Bnq8xhn2a0JNuFOy9aWIOvBAFrtBpjIwIjWlBt4rsuAh_mJlFab2bfFUAGit30WfRFFm_qo0W7CQjltR29DCt0lYIZvYly7XLf8EVQQXia9ouBn5nk4yoc/w640-h576/luar.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">"Que haverá com a lua que sempre que a gente a olha é com o súbito espanto da primeira vez."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">(Mário Quintana) </span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /> </span><p></p>Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-41090258885699288442023-03-09T11:04:00.002-08:002023-03-09T11:04:37.411-08:00A mulher e sua beleza<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFiPzrcgZL4INJXtNWxtuAKFEmcNnjj-3YX0_C0YFI2vOIxOAC0NA-ITLLXC4MgrOBXbNMM54gJEuyrER_WuqsfcIt6vZgV9QX5zaklpUbC1EKnpy_hO0kS1B4kEEa3Fj3qhrtk7Sfcv3ksx-WJJOBdrZDNZUElblzvwAMRvNbDoZymKHNrzbbKty5/s863/FB_IMG_1678276038073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="863" data-original-width="641" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFiPzrcgZL4INJXtNWxtuAKFEmcNnjj-3YX0_C0YFI2vOIxOAC0NA-ITLLXC4MgrOBXbNMM54gJEuyrER_WuqsfcIt6vZgV9QX5zaklpUbC1EKnpy_hO0kS1B4kEEa3Fj3qhrtk7Sfcv3ksx-WJJOBdrZDNZUElblzvwAMRvNbDoZymKHNrzbbKty5/w476-h640/FB_IMG_1678276038073.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Na
"mulher interessante", a beleza é secundária, irrelevante e, mesmo,
indesejável. A beleza interessa nos primeiros quinze dias; e morre, em seguida,
num insuportável tédio visual. Era preciso que alguém fosse, de mulher em
mulher, anunciando: - "Ser bonita não interessa. Seja interessante!" </span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large; text-align: left;"> (Nelson Rodrigues)</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p>Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-41684351485100646712022-11-16T05:16:00.000-08:002022-11-16T05:16:24.546-08:00Reflexo<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPVW24yWJj8FNRVinJAd64IexEKhkrNDWpOZAYbTDgolwD1LLg9d1XgClqHjFJOHI3DwynNStsPWwdXfSfx8s3enxKn6kbVyFPjgszjt69mZW7TGaWy1x9P6mXuncGOth2oiydRG6q9iX_SqZi8rLxDL6fw29lgqr01F-zGSnOI5j_REpQjWPab-1m/s640/5d312552da9be8b2f5c83743c50c6f86.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="616" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPVW24yWJj8FNRVinJAd64IexEKhkrNDWpOZAYbTDgolwD1LLg9d1XgClqHjFJOHI3DwynNStsPWwdXfSfx8s3enxKn6kbVyFPjgszjt69mZW7TGaWy1x9P6mXuncGOth2oiydRG6q9iX_SqZi8rLxDL6fw29lgqr01F-zGSnOI5j_REpQjWPab-1m/w616-h640/5d312552da9be8b2f5c83743c50c6f86.jpg" width="616" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">"A vida é o reflexo de todas as nossas ações; ela nos devolve tudo que oferecemos aos outros com nossas atitudes." </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Pedro Oliveira)</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div></span><p></p>Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-4971207231019408552022-09-23T06:14:00.000-07:002022-09-23T06:14:24.969-07:00A Idade de Ser Feliz<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvra_JU4ohvkMJM260apnqNoN4DlmXknWkrbroreVqZVuC7f3dhRzWFx83WYAyLl6r5dJiSvBDu_WA7du2SjwKZ7u5mxW6LA4xtgxqlBecW8tkgK_U0eIyC7QZKI17sEfe4M0PLdtKPuYSvu09kAttZdc6ug1JpVALCOTmXrs13b3kVK71FiCWBWJy/s720/77.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvra_JU4ohvkMJM260apnqNoN4DlmXknWkrbroreVqZVuC7f3dhRzWFx83WYAyLl6r5dJiSvBDu_WA7du2SjwKZ7u5mxW6LA4xtgxqlBecW8tkgK_U0eIyC7QZKI17sEfe4M0PLdtKPuYSvu09kAttZdc6ug1JpVALCOTmXrs13b3kVK71FiCWBWJy/w640-h640/77.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">"Existe somente uma idade para a gente ser feliz, somente uma época na vida de cada pessoa em que é possível sonhar e fazer planos e ter energia bastante para realizá-los a despeito de todas as dificuldades e obstáculos." (Mário Quintana)</span><br /> <p></p>Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-46200620700227009402022-08-30T06:14:00.000-07:002022-08-30T06:14:41.752-07:00Reciprocidade<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmHP5DHTTNE8Pyl5qOMtrZl61E8ZEXli5QokbEsqPo9Kee9CGdMPLlRBrEQfc_o_oUHg9tD55y7UjtbgI3x82vPw6YUUod5I8LgtgEINZzd6ONbs1-pesqG71yvo4wp-gZkiEFaWW2MR_EDjpf7qfvoDJwRpGMyHVH523IpwQxPRDhoLZFEHdnidTu/s860/AAAAAAA%201.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="515" data-original-width="860" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmHP5DHTTNE8Pyl5qOMtrZl61E8ZEXli5QokbEsqPo9Kee9CGdMPLlRBrEQfc_o_oUHg9tD55y7UjtbgI3x82vPw6YUUod5I8LgtgEINZzd6ONbs1-pesqG71yvo4wp-gZkiEFaWW2MR_EDjpf7qfvoDJwRpGMyHVH523IpwQxPRDhoLZFEHdnidTu/w640-h384/AAAAAAA%201.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">"Somos um todo que se completa com duas metades. Uma é aquilo que damos; a outra com aquilo que recebemos." (Neri Né)</div></span> <p></p>Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-37601877314614863722022-07-18T06:32:00.000-07:002022-07-18T06:32:36.232-07:00Nosso cérebro<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrGyFPRAU6UdgR8AdPCOMNHwTCH5L5RjCY_wc4MAOVADLizj7YjZ0j_u2HqdRIgk2ItHh9cTbdZFh5I-JNrQ-QXzMlkvvv0FswSjXqFH2RBu4iDajy0hI9NUBajOo1kEG1yetwuMrTFXOkf2GmFuU66SIK5VcIYi8UitieULGYXj-mO6fWeIjkUMeG/s630/tumblr_m8xfupChRd1ru89w4o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrGyFPRAU6UdgR8AdPCOMNHwTCH5L5RjCY_wc4MAOVADLizj7YjZ0j_u2HqdRIgk2ItHh9cTbdZFh5I-JNrQ-QXzMlkvvv0FswSjXqFH2RBu4iDajy0hI9NUBajOo1kEG1yetwuMrTFXOkf2GmFuU66SIK5VcIYi8UitieULGYXj-mO6fWeIjkUMeG/w508-h640/tumblr_m8xfupChRd1ru89w4o1_500.jpg" width="508" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">"O nosso cérebro é o melhor brinquedo já criado: nele se encontram todos os segredos, inclusive o da felicidade." (Charles Chaplin)</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div></span><p></p>Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-86322094503919255702022-07-08T06:42:00.000-07:002022-07-08T06:42:24.519-07:00Ação de voar<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBsCnjdN7CR9Yv3lRhpCfgI5Qouz0wieedBLl0j2ycVrF9cnVFfmCGxAAHpUstR6GQ1Mc7AJPhQuvHieH2x2YINgcRm9-59CspLAIuWpSt5MwMes38OSPco1XOtI_ecCXxIN-S-fk23nc57TcGMVeopw65iX0IfwRDoTtYXQERPEDcSa1_MtLQs-Hq/s500/99342bda6f7ee7ea667b80b32a0a6ac2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBsCnjdN7CR9Yv3lRhpCfgI5Qouz0wieedBLl0j2ycVrF9cnVFfmCGxAAHpUstR6GQ1Mc7AJPhQuvHieH2x2YINgcRm9-59CspLAIuWpSt5MwMes38OSPco1XOtI_ecCXxIN-S-fk23nc57TcGMVeopw65iX0IfwRDoTtYXQERPEDcSa1_MtLQs-Hq/w640-h640/99342bda6f7ee7ea667b80b32a0a6ac2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> <span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">"Mais bonito que o canto dos pássaros, são os seus voos. Nem todo canto é de alegria, mas todo voo é de liberdade." (Mário Quintana)</span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-outline-level: 2;"><b><span style="color: #211922;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></span></b></p>Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-82119312708863437582022-04-05T06:18:00.000-07:002022-04-05T06:18:00.098-07:00Sorte nossa<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG2JZ3WHrnd9hTRoL-ca4tyMPdomRgu1si-Irsa0gOT4eQNLbxbabfj64rQS_HNp0dWsvcKL6Ojyga-kuLuOKJ8chT12TWNrgTdkmj_XuUbQ87ui62641yW4QSSFGuoJWqhOSYLyyxlbboLpVllvcW5HBdp7hMlE-sSFKrQ9yxzE2ehBGC1kVJ_syL/s1024/8388092324749647.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG2JZ3WHrnd9hTRoL-ca4tyMPdomRgu1si-Irsa0gOT4eQNLbxbabfj64rQS_HNp0dWsvcKL6Ojyga-kuLuOKJ8chT12TWNrgTdkmj_XuUbQ87ui62641yW4QSSFGuoJWqhOSYLyyxlbboLpVllvcW5HBdp7hMlE-sSFKrQ9yxzE2ehBGC1kVJ_syL/w640-h480/8388092324749647.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">"Sorte da gente que encontra pelo caminho essa gente bordada de riso, pintada de amor, forjada de esperança e carregada de fé. Sorte nossa que não é só em maldade que a gente esbarra por aí." (Vanessa Haas)</span></div><br /> <p></p>Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-85345708241133768612022-02-16T05:27:00.000-08:002022-02-16T05:27:47.466-08:00Mendigos de olhares<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7k1knoEvU9_-Cy4uoaFw7UYedEX6wtjWF7KUbQpPXq6Wzceer_i-Kco41BmZw8M79_64OZuqAq3oy9sDWB5QQ2JuKlOn13zd-U9knmMNvdL9S5qz9gg8EXJ4KZzsbYdb6vZ_6sHl1ubz8OSZ9Sbwjg0zkeb_-lOGV6mCzdWxWaxxbLed52p9RVZn3=s1400" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="999" data-original-width="1400" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7k1knoEvU9_-Cy4uoaFw7UYedEX6wtjWF7KUbQpPXq6Wzceer_i-Kco41BmZw8M79_64OZuqAq3oy9sDWB5QQ2JuKlOn13zd-U9knmMNvdL9S5qz9gg8EXJ4KZzsbYdb6vZ_6sHl1ubz8OSZ9Sbwjg0zkeb_-lOGV6mCzdWxWaxxbLed52p9RVZn3=w640-h456" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">“Amamos as
pessoas não pela beleza que existe nelas, mas pela beleza nossa que nelas
aparece refletida. Por isto, somos mendigos de olhares. Olhos são espelhos.” (Rubens
Alves)</span><o:p></o:p></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p><br /> </p>Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-29894220229662127352021-11-24T06:11:00.000-08:002021-11-24T06:11:31.639-08:00Beleza da mulher<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ-EWLsZzNY/YZ5CRVBLeXI/AAAAAAAACf4/6sH-T_wHzLYKz2PK2S3mAUmxFxEoMKsVQCLcBGAsYHQ/s812/002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="812" data-original-width="736" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ-EWLsZzNY/YZ5CRVBLeXI/AAAAAAAACf4/6sH-T_wHzLYKz2PK2S3mAUmxFxEoMKsVQCLcBGAsYHQ/w580-h640/002.jpg" width="580" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">"A beleza de uma mulher se define no detalhe que nem ela mesmo sabe que o possui." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">(Preza Mooca)</span></div><p></p><div class="qauthor" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #181818; font-family: "Cantora One", georgia, serif; font-size: 18px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div class="panel-footer"></div>Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-667569903586489952021-10-18T07:30:00.000-07:002021-10-18T07:30:02.248-07:00Ensinamentos<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-exu77B3VfbQ/YW2Ensz6LYI/AAAAAAAACfo/C2w59Y__5x8AtmnxzIOfVuejdRvRTCurwCLcBGAsYHQ/s999/danca-bem-estar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="999" height="500" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-exu77B3VfbQ/YW2Ensz6LYI/AAAAAAAACfo/C2w59Y__5x8AtmnxzIOfVuejdRvRTCurwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h500/danca-bem-estar.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Ensinarás a voar, mas não voarão o teu voo... Ensinarás a sonhar, mas não sonharão o teu sonho... Ensinarás a viver, mas não viverão a tua vida... Ensinarás a cantar, mas não cantarão a tua canção... Ensinarás a pensa, mas não pensarão como tu... porém, saberás que cada vez que voem, sonhem, vivam, cantem e pensem... estará a semente do caminho ensinado e aprendido." (Madre Teresa de Calcutá)</span></span><br style="font-family: georgia;" /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><br /> <p></p>Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-4853975501247451932021-09-13T07:28:00.001-07:002021-09-13T07:28:54.235-07:00Clarear<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s6VM4MaQw3Y/YT9buUJfrQI/AAAAAAAACe8/juXN2kc8qVM53vs3xDVatoXxHKcNafBqACLcBGAsYHQ/s574/BLOG%2B01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="574" data-original-width="512" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s6VM4MaQw3Y/YT9buUJfrQI/AAAAAAAACe8/juXN2kc8qVM53vs3xDVatoXxHKcNafBqACLcBGAsYHQ/w570-h640/BLOG%2B01.jpg" width="570" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> "Precisamos da esperança. Precisamos acreditar naquela fagulha que fica lá dentro, dando a entender que tudo vai clarear, clarear, clarear..." (Clarissa Corrêa)</span></span></div><p></p>Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-31857619190911566312021-08-30T06:08:00.000-07:002021-08-30T06:08:13.541-07:00Sem lamento<h2 style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAYeYF4HI3A/YSzXoIx2SYI/AAAAAAAACe0/4adphhJV3-gWvGC6pctfJi8Buh2lMQNaACLcBGAsYHQ/s600/img_4484.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="440" data-original-width="600" height="470" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAYeYF4HI3A/YSzXoIx2SYI/AAAAAAAACe0/4adphhJV3-gWvGC6pctfJi8Buh2lMQNaACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h470/img_4484.jpg" width="640" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Não olhe para o céu lamentando não voar, olhe para o chão e valorize os seus pés. Quem lamenta muito o que não tem, esquece de amar aquilo que já é seu." (Lucas Lujan)</span></span></div></h2><div class="" style="text-align: left;"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_sz"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><h2><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"></span></span></span></h2></div></div></div></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></h2>Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-50513210308347546282021-08-18T07:06:00.000-07:002021-08-18T07:06:32.575-07:00Medo de voar<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1ZwxSwbVlo/YR0So1NO13I/AAAAAAAACes/saAAhn4bzaAcbiAvMWlXvERyafJTECxFQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/ruddy-ground-dove-2513588_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="627" data-original-width="960" height="418" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1ZwxSwbVlo/YR0So1NO13I/AAAAAAAACes/saAAhn4bzaAcbiAvMWlXvERyafJTECxFQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h418/ruddy-ground-dove-2513588_960_720.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><h2 style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: center;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Sonhamos o voo, mas tememos altura.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Para voar é preciso ter coragem para enfrentar o terror do vazio, porque é só no vazio que o voo acontece. O vazio é o espaço da liberdade, a ausência de certezas. Mas é o que tememos: o não ter certezas. Por isso trocamos o voo por gaiolas. As gaiolas são os lugares onde as certezas moram." </span></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto">(Flódor Dostoiévsk)</span></span></span></div></div></span></h2><p><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"></span></p><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><br /> <p></p>Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-8910860417482360752020-01-28T08:35:00.001-08:002020-01-28T08:35:45.622-08:00Ternura<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"Ternura é aquele afeto brando, que no amor nos leva dar mais do que receber."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> (Manuel Bandeira)</span></span></div>
Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-69405441639005923942020-01-20T05:56:00.001-08:002020-01-20T05:57:37.763-08:00As rosas não falam<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Queixo-me às rosas, mas que bobagem. As rosas não falam...Simplesmente as rosas exalam..." (Cartola)</span></span></div>
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Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-25708736406351700272019-11-27T05:01:00.001-08:002019-11-27T05:01:55.544-08:00Linguagem do coração<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"A linguagem do coração é universal, só é preciso sensibilidade para entendê-la." </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> (Charles Duclos)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></span><u><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></span></u>Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-28129443114897694622019-10-03T06:09:00.001-07:002019-10-03T06:09:43.268-07:00Resumo de Arte <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"A arte é um resumo da natureza feito pela imaginação." (Eça de Queiroz)</span></span></div>
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Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-35408002436784917492019-09-02T07:00:00.000-07:002019-09-02T07:00:35.354-07:00Beleza interior<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"Se os olhos vissem almas ao invés de corpos, bem diferentes seriam os nossos ideias de beleza."(Swami Paatra)</span></span></div>
Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-53226291830151417192019-08-16T06:54:00.000-07:002019-08-16T06:54:05.638-07:00A esperança<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"A esperança brota no solo como pintura de Deus a encantar nossos olhos com tamanha delicadeza." (Lanna Borges)</span></span> </div>
Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-13502663913431637092019-08-09T07:53:00.000-07:002019-08-09T07:53:13.013-07:00Plenitude<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"O grande segredo para alimentar a plenitude é muito simples: compartilhar." (Sócrates)</span></span></div>
Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-38130206400264784852019-07-23T06:35:00.002-07:002019-07-23T06:35:28.049-07:00Arte que fala<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"A arte se expressa de inúmeras maneiras. Enquanto algumas nos emprestam palavras, outras são capazes de nos calar." </span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(Josie Conti)</span></span></div>
Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-73780417748974224292019-07-09T07:41:00.000-07:002019-07-09T07:42:10.708-07:00Sinais da vida<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"A vida é a hesitação entre uma exclamação e uma interrogação. Na dúvida, há um ponto final." (Fernando Pessoa)</span></span></div>
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Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-50285122200676998962019-07-04T07:54:00.003-07:002019-07-04T07:54:39.125-07:00O futuro está sendo plantado<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"Neste tempo que é seu, o futuro
está sendo plantado. As escolhas que você procura, os amigos que você
cultiva, as leituras que você faz, os valores que você abraça, os amores
que você ama, tudo será determinante para a colheita futura. (Padre Fábio de Melo)</span></span></div>
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</span>Às margens de mim.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03090355757052678012noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983484250939589995.post-67956437609397369532019-06-17T08:42:00.002-07:002019-06-17T08:42:53.631-07:00Florescer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Uma flor não se preocupa em competir com as flores do lado, ela apenas floresce." (Alane Vinas) </span></span></div>
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