<?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-4020263577335874064</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:53:49.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing to my soul...</title><subtitle type='html'>Não contém hipocrisias, cinismos, palavras politicamente correctas.
Aqui há liberdade de expressão. Exteriorizo apenas o que sinto, penso, valo.
Postarei apenas textos da minha autoria e, quando não o fizer, colocarei os devidos autores.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-3709850706747990978</id><published>2007-12-07T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T15:26:19.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Desejo que os desejos sejam reais, verdadeiros;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Desejo que a hipocrisia se transforme em alimento e agasalho para os que realmente precisam; que o sofrer cure; que as feridas, há tanto abertas, sarem; que a honestidade domine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Desejo que desapareça a inveja que possui os invejosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Que o terrível facto traumatizante de sentir injustiças na pele, acabe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Desejo que a arte e a felicidade substituam a violência de quem vive o seu dia-a-dia em becos negros da vida, em constante sofrimento e medo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Que o poder negativo seja menos forte e que a inteligência dos fortes se torne num entusiasmo e num exemplo a seguir, para os fracos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Que cada um transmista arte, sorrisos e perca a mania de ser politicamente correcto e manter a sua reputação social sempre "limpinha" (aparentemente), por regras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Que os cabrões, cobardes e inúteis chorem todos os seus medos e se libertem do que temem e sofram do que apontam nos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Que se entenda o abraço não como uma ironia, mas como um sentimento real e prfoundo. Um texto não para ele/ela, mas para o mundo; que se faça união profunda, que a sociedade se importe com todos e que ajude sem pedir nada em troca, não só em épocas festivas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Desejo força para enfrentar,desejo nunca perder a personalidade, desejo e vou ajudar e espalhar o espírito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;AJUDEM,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;AMEM,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;VIVAM,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;caguem para o Natal e para isto tudo, façam-no sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020263577335874064-3709850706747990978?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3709850706747990978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=3709850706747990978' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/3709850706747990978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/3709850706747990978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/12/natal.html' title='Natal.'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-2731156505853101004</id><published>2007-12-07T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T14:12:23.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagens que dizem tudo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/R1nEV7ZHFGI/AAAAAAAAACg/HDPTeTC4sqc/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141356330619442274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/R1nEV7ZHFGI/AAAAAAAAACg/HDPTeTC4sqc/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020263577335874064-2731156505853101004?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/2731156505853101004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=2731156505853101004' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/2731156505853101004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/2731156505853101004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/12/imagens-que-dizem-tudo.html' title='Imagens que dizem tudo....'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/R1nEV7ZHFGI/AAAAAAAAACg/HDPTeTC4sqc/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-3721043578723247567</id><published>2007-12-07T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T14:06:40.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quem Mata...&lt;br /&gt;(Charles Chaplin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quem mata um&lt;br /&gt;homem é chamado&lt;br /&gt;de assassino, quem&lt;br /&gt;mata milhares é&lt;br /&gt;chamado de herói"&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/4020263577335874064-3721043578723247567?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3721043578723247567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=3721043578723247567' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/3721043578723247567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/3721043578723247567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/12/quem-mata.html' title=''/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-9177405698687731690</id><published>2007-12-06T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:34:06.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento e Vida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mundoespiritual.com.br/Imagens/index1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mundoespiritual.com.br/Imagens/index1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;- Olhei, vi e senti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Senti todas as sensações mergulhadas em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ouvi, parei e pensei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Senti unhas invisiveis afiadas, cravadas, rasgarem-me o orgulho, e sangrei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Sangrei e sangro do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Mas a minha pele brilha, é de veludo e permanece brilhante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Só aparência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Explode o tormento dentro da caixa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;E selou-se o cadeado no dia em que te despiste de mim, de ti e do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Nada nem ninguém conquistará o seu interior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;talvez sim, se fores mesmo alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;A verdade dói mas cura cada parte anestesiada em ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;que te traz de novo á realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Desmonta ilusões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;agarra nessa faca, corta o fio transparente ligado a elas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;chora, grita, sente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;és tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Não continuo a tortura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;acordei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Só não desistas de fazer florir o que pensas e o que queres que seja a tua realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;O mistério é o enredo da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;E já nos basta ela provocar distracção e sofrimento a quem somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Sai disso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;dos segredos humanos que não te dizem respeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;liberta a alma e apoia as tuas capacidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Bemvindo a este aglomerado de ideias espirituais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Onde não há medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Onde não há tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Não é um jogo, é uma cura e uma aprovação de ti próprio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Acorda, leva-te, entra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida é sentida e mostrada de dentro para fora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;e ganhamo-la de fora para dentro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para relaxar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HH8FvHWj5XE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HH8FvHWj5XE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020263577335874064-9177405698687731690?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/9177405698687731690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=9177405698687731690' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/9177405698687731690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/9177405698687731690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/12/momento-e-vida.html' title='Momento e Vida.'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-831715521395054252</id><published>2007-12-06T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T14:52:02.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/12/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O céu é um suspiro inalcançável, hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Os pássaros voam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;com as asas cortadas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;doridas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;caem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;secos no chão molhado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;não mais olham o culpado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pela sua queda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;voaste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;caíste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;dormiste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;dormirás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adeus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libertaste-te.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicosia.no.sapo.pt/imagens/liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://nicosia.no.sapo.pt/imagens/liberdade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Olho o mundo e concluo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;nada hoje está a salvo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;nem hoje nem nunca esteve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;nunca estará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Perco-me nas minhas ilusões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;nos meus pensamentos precoces e utópicos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e talvez cortando-me e gritando a força superior desses pensamentos e lágrimas interiores, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;eu me encontre no lado real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E, talvez se eu travar um luta contra o mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;me encontre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Não...sonho muito...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Preciso de ouvir um suspiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;um realmente magnífico, terrorífico até, chocante e verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Feito no espírito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;revolucionamos palavras num mundo que mal se percebe,que mal se ouve..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mas eu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ahhh não consigo falar mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;suspiro e inspiro e espero, até me &lt;strong&gt;ir&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/silense/pic/0005dw4y"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/silense/pic/0005dw4y" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4020263577335874064-831715521395054252?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/831715521395054252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=831715521395054252' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/831715521395054252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/831715521395054252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/12/21207.html' title='2/12/07'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-5711388905710153840</id><published>2007-11-30T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:47:49.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se as borboletas falassem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/R1Bo1rZHFFI/AAAAAAAAACY/bX53S2q9ad4/s1600-R/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138722446220137554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/R1Bo1rZHFFI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZXpdYWX438I/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se as borboletas falassem, falariam sobre um mundo turvo e falível e zombariam de nós com uma ironia encantadora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se as borboletas falassem, mostrariam a importância dos olhares sinceros, da lua e do sol sob a pele e de tudo que podemos dizer, fazer e sentir em breves momentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se as borboletas falassem, ensinavam-nos a repassar com mais frequência e real gosto os nossos ensinamentos sobre o que realmente nos faz feliz em pequenas coisas, mostrando os nossos gostos e multiplicando boas atitudes, como o pólen que espalham por aí. Mostraríamos sempre o que nos agrada noutra pessoa e o que há de lindo e colorido na sua personalidade e na natureza; sabendo exactamente o que diferenciar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se as borboletas falassem, ensinavam-nos a ser leves de espírito: a não guardar rancor e só dizer a verdade[a verdade que não deve ser ocultada, não a verdade dispensável...essa pode falhar de vez em quando], exactamente como vemos e somos; como se os nossos pensamentos reflectissem as nossas cores e todos pudessem vê-las e, assim, todos entenderiame ninguém poderia julgar-nos e julgar o que também sentem e pensam…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se as borboletas falassem, contariam de quando, uma vez lagartas rastejantes, esperam incessantemente a difícil condição de entrar no casulo e sentir a dor da evolução [mas é uma dor positiva, benéfica] se não, não voariam e mostrariam como são importantes e têm em seu poder a liberdade, em todos os sentidos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se as borboletas falassem, mostrariam a beleza de cada canto mínimo: os pequenos detalhes pessoais de cada um,traços e actos, sempre diferentes uns dos outros e veriam a diferença que o encanto traz a cada uma destas pequenas cenas, aqueles que os grandes olhos preocupados com “grandes coisas” não vêm... Contariam o quão belo é cada momento real: da brisa ao brilho dos olhos, ao esboço de um sorriso, ao sol encantador, á paz de cada noite, ao bater das asas, ás cores mínimas de cada bocadinho delas e de cada fio de cabelo e vestígio de olhos vistos a 1centímetro de ti mesmo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se as borboletas falassem, não viveriam mais de um dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso nem as rosas, nem as borboletas falam. Pelo menos não a vossa língua....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020263577335874064-5711388905710153840?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/5711388905710153840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=5711388905710153840' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/5711388905710153840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/5711388905710153840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/11/se-as-borboletas-falassem.html' title='Se as borboletas falassem...'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/R1Bo1rZHFFI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZXpdYWX438I/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-1400870099158924296</id><published>2007-11-23T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:49:51.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/R0cgX1taQII/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SPwtsTJ82o/s1600-h/alemao.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136109493965963394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/R0cgX1taQII/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SPwtsTJ82o/s400/alemao.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Edvard Munch; Um dos precursores do expressionismo alemão.&lt;br /&gt;" The sun" ( a pintura que eu mais gosto dele. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020263577335874064-1400870099158924296?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/1400870099158924296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=1400870099158924296' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/1400870099158924296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/1400870099158924296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/11/arte.html' title='Arte.'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/R0cgX1taQII/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SPwtsTJ82o/s72-c/alemao.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-7460680019185482583</id><published>2007-11-22T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:24:57.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nietzsche</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://dennymarquesani.sites.uol.com.br/images/nietzsche.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://dennymarquesani.sites.uol.com.br/images/nietzsche.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nietzsche - século XIX - &lt;strong&gt;ROMANTISMO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apetência pelo trágico e pelo pessimismo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adopção de alguns principios do &lt;strong&gt;BUDISMO&lt;/strong&gt;, sendo estes o &lt;strong&gt;Karma e o Nirvana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Criticava o cristianismo - afirmava que moral cristã="moral do rebanho"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Criticava a Ciência - dizia que esta era racional e limitada, enquanto que a Arte não.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IDEIAS de &lt;strong&gt;Nietzsche:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu estilo é aforismático, escrito em trechos exactos, muitas vezes de uma só págin. Muitas das suas frases tornaram-se famosas, sendo repetidas nos mais diversos contextos, gerando muitas distorções e confusões. Algumas delas:&lt;br /&gt;"Deus está morto. Viva Perigosamente. Qual o melhor remédio? - Vitória!".&lt;br /&gt;"Há homens que já nascem póstumos."&lt;br /&gt;"O Evangelho morreu na cruz."&lt;br /&gt;"A diferença fundamental entre as duas religiões da decadência: o budismo não promete, mas assegura. O cristianismo promete tudo, mas não cumpre nada."&lt;br /&gt;"Quando se coloca o centro de gravidade da vida não na vida mas no “além” - no nada -, tira-se da vida o seu centro de gravidade."&lt;br /&gt;"Para ler o Novo Testamento é conveniente calçar luvas. Diante de tanta sujeira, tal atitude é necessária."&lt;br /&gt;"O cristianismo foi, até o momento, a maior desgraça da humanidade, por ter desprezado o Corpo."&lt;br /&gt;"A fé é querer ignorar tudo aquilo que é verdade."&lt;br /&gt;"As convicções são cárceres."&lt;br /&gt;"As convicções são inimigas mais perigosas da verdade do que as mentiras."&lt;br /&gt;"Até os mais corajosos raramente têm a coragem para aquilo que realmente sabem."&lt;br /&gt;"Aquilo que não me destrói fortalece-me"&lt;br /&gt;"Sem música, a vida seria um erro."&lt;br /&gt;"E aqueles que foram vistos dançando foram julgados insanos por aqueles que não podiam escutar a musica."&lt;br /&gt;"A moralidade é o instinto do rebanho no indivíduo."&lt;br /&gt;"O idealista é incorrigível: se é expulso do seu céu, faz um ideal do seu inferno."&lt;br /&gt;"Em qualquer lugar onde encontro uma criatura viva, encontro desejo de poder."&lt;br /&gt;"Um político divide os seres humanos em duas classes: instrumentos e inimigos."&lt;br /&gt;"Quanto mais me elevo, menor eu pareço aos olhos de quem não sabe voar."&lt;br /&gt;"Se minhas loucuras tivessem explicaçoes, não seriam loucuras."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020263577335874064-7460680019185482583?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7460680019185482583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=7460680019185482583' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/7460680019185482583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/7460680019185482583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/11/nietzsche.html' title='Nietzsche'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-3598282298257141031</id><published>2007-11-19T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:01:16.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentei-me, inclinei-me e disse:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Tu ainda és um jovem burro e preocupado com tendências da moda, rótulos e padrões.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Tu ainda não cumpriste aquelas promessas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sim, aquelas que fizeste aos teus pais e secalhar até foi de boca pra fora mas que contam;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem melhoraste 2,5% do que lhes prometeste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Tu ainda não sabes distinguir amor de amizade/carinho;isso é resultante talvez dessa insegurança interna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Tu ainda não admites 30% do que és, iludes-te com 40% e os que sobram são instáveis,já que a tua cabeça é um turbilhão...só confusão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Tu mesmo que nem sempre queiras, ainda julgas alguma coisa sem saberes e ages dependendo das pessoas á tua volta. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Tu ainda manténs relacionamentos de aparências,iludes-te e continuas a iludir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Tu [homem ou mulher], ainda tens conceitos machistas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E agora és como hãn? Provavelmente, diferente disto tudo q acabei de dizer. E se não és, não o assumes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Calma, é só uma mensagem! Não quero ninguém nervoso!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dentro de ti, há uma vontade absurda de viver que, com tanta informação, confunde-se; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;causa-te reacções imaturas, não por julgar o melhor modo de alguma coisa, porque o melhor modo tu é que o fazes, mas sim porque não tentas ver-te, para além dos olhos, e valorizares-te a 100%. Assim respeitarás o que realmente queres e sentes, vivendo assim dessa maneira, independentemente de alguém te aceitar na sociedade e de seres tão popular. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa isso, sê mais feliz do que és enquanto te preocupas demais com quem não importa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu tens a oportunidade, agarra-a!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Completo, já!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fim?.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu erras, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu erro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nós erramos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt; a vida é uma constante conjugação desse verbo: ERRAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020263577335874064-3598282298257141031?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3598282298257141031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=3598282298257141031' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/3598282298257141031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/3598282298257141031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/11/sentei-me-inclinei-me-e-disse-tu-ainda.html' title=''/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-1823555772836934804</id><published>2007-11-15T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:02:12.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma, Nirvana..............sociedade..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Karma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é real, sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Real para mim, real na mente de muitos, real até onde queremos q seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Não preciso de seguir uma religião para o dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Só preciso de saber entendê-lo, estudá-lo, o tempo e ele encarregar-se-ão do resto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;embora não dirija a minha vida para o melhor caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mas mesmo assim,eu digo que acredito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ACREDITO no karma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Não sou budista,mas antes isso que cristã, sem ofensa a quem o for...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Algo como o KARMA que é tudo o que nos acontece, tudo o q somos ou pensamos não pode ser por acaso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ou será q pode?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Algo que existe, sempre existiu e talvez existirá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mas será que quem não acredita nele acha que pode enganá-lo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O destino q nos foi traçado ou não foi; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;simplesmente é um facto...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Até tentas atingir o Nirvana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pensas ser quem pensa não saber quem é,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e eu concordo porque ninguém sabe realmente quem é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e se sabe é apenas a sua mente a tentar enganá-lo/a porque ninguém se conhece, na verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nem a partir do quê/quem foi criado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e não falo do corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;esse arde, sufoca, parte-se, morre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;EU menciono e alimento o espírito e a nossa beleza interna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;não consigo escrevê-la; pensá-la talvez consiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Isolas-te do Mundo, das coisas físicas e apalpáveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ligas-te á invisibilidade no Mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;invisiveis apenas para quem não sabe ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;apenas olha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;felicidades se gostam do que observam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;felicidades se gostam de superficialidades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;felicidades se gostam da mentira da nossa política e da capacidade auto-destrutiva de cada um!felicidades se querem continuar cegos a observar apenas o que vos interessa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;felicidades se continuam com a merda do preconceito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ganhem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Esmurrem-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Não me chateiem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mas eu sei ver e sei que se te esforçares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;consegues separar a tua mente do teu corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Afastas-te da sociedade porque esta é putrefacta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e não suportas a hipocrisia dos olhares de "Boa sorte" ou dos sorrisos de "Bom dia".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;esta repulsa que sentes e que sinto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;por aqueles que te enganam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que pisam em cima da tua auto estima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e destroem algo que,com dedicação construiste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;é capaz de não ter fim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;não sou capaz de formar palavras q contem a história dos meus sentimentos pela sociedade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;apenas gostaria que esta fosse humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Se queres e se és forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tenta atingir o Nirvana,e não estou a falar de Kurt Cobain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nem de bandas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;estou a falar de algo esplendoroso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;algo que não se define,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que te cega e te enerva por não o conseguires atingir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nirvana é conseguires,essa libertação pela qual esperamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;desde a nossa mísera existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Espero porque quero sentir-me livre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;não consigo porque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;apesar de tudo,o corpo limita-nos,traça-nos um risco que não podemos ultrapassar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mas se o consegues atingir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nem q seja com a ponta do dedo,admiro-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E secalhar até ninguém entendeu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mas eu sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Continuo as contradições,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;as propositadas pseudo-filosofias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;as minhas verdades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;as minhas realidades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;eu,que posso ser estranha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mas voces são a sociedade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu recuso-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREEDOM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020263577335874064-1823555772836934804?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/1823555772836934804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=1823555772836934804' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/1823555772836934804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/1823555772836934804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/11/karma-nirvanasociedade.html' title='Karma, Nirvana..............sociedade..........'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-470310062177576893</id><published>2007-11-10T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T12:03:39.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sua descrição, a sua personagem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RzYOWcswbDI/AAAAAAAAACI/YM-_NLyFtWU/s1600-h/Summoning-Darkness_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131304604259085362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RzYOWcswbDI/AAAAAAAAACI/YM-_NLyFtWU/s320/Summoning-Darkness_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto o chão quente, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cada vez ferve mais...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Cada parte do seu corpo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;tornava-se cada vez mais fria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;andava mais e mais e tudo lembrava, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;já que tudo esquecia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;As suas mãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;vazias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;eram um traje de tudo á sua volta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Mais um passo e menos um passo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Menos um passo e mais um passo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;O coração era música e ficara pra trás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;A sua lágrima era chuva e caía do céu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Iria embora como uma nuvem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;como a noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;como o dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;e voltaria como grito e transtorno dos mundos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Os seus pés descalços, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;a sua visão nua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;e o seu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;lembravam-me o de um cavaleiro na guerra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;As suas chagas eram a sua armadura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Não esperava a sua vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Fazia esperar uma vida e congelava emoções num infinito paralelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;onde tudo era objectivo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;e, quanto mais subjectivo fosse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;mais longe e alto poderia ir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;e o chão continuava quente e fazia arder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;a sua alma fria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;E um terramoto na sua mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;era a única partida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;repartida entre seguir a luz lacrimejante dos seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;ou sentir os seus pés &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;a queimarem no sangue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;dos que não souberam o que era dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não uma dor qualquer,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dor da alma,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o sinónimo de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;morte&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RzYNQcswbCI/AAAAAAAAACA/mayGXt9WatI/s1600-h/conteplaçao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131303401668242466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RzYNQcswbCI/AAAAAAAAACA/mayGXt9WatI/s320/contepla%25E7ao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RzYMRsswbAI/AAAAAAAAABw/MPAxYftZH30/s1600-h/conteplaçao.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RzYMRsswbAI/AAAAAAAAABw/MPAxYftZH30/s1600-h/conteplaçao.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4020263577335874064-470310062177576893?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/470310062177576893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=470310062177576893' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/470310062177576893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/470310062177576893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/11/sua-descrio-sua-personagem.html' title='A sua descrição, a sua personagem?'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RzYOWcswbDI/AAAAAAAAACI/YM-_NLyFtWU/s72-c/Summoning-Darkness_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-1167284035507216934</id><published>2007-11-09T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T14:12:00.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A luz perto, longe, eterna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RzTaCpt4D3I/AAAAAAAAABY/qJVD6wHHwgo/s1600-h/alone[1]-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130965614574702450" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="196" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RzTaCpt4D3I/AAAAAAAAABY/qJVD6wHHwgo/s320/alone%5B1%5D-thumb.jpg" width="427" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RzTZ25t4D2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/M9f6b723yK8/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Será q tenho que resgatar o sangue dos meus cortes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;enquanto beijo o teu sangue com força,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;suavidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;de quem oferece a luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Preciso de renegar todas as chagas sobrepostas por este abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Preciso de unir todo o amor que quero descobrir nestes traços; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e no acaso que um dia sonhei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e hoje é guia e explode em pedaços... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;luminosos nos meus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;junto aos teus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que se fecham e se abrem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;constantemente...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Estes lábios mostram sangue pisado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;proveniente de uma luta interna...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sinto os meus braços aprofundarem-se nos teus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;enquanto arde, arde-me o coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e arrisco acariciar as marcas do nosso interior...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No teu abismo e com o abrir dos teus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;abre-se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no teu coração, um palpite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Torcendo as mãos em desespero comum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;palavras sussuradas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;confessadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;risos abafados numa única lágrima escondida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e agora escolhida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;para viver,e morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Perna longe da perna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cabelos confundem-se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;calmos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;um retrato na diagonal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e as voltas dadas no roçar nas tuas costas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;manchadas de tinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A preocupação a calar...calar...calar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;morreu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O nosso interior,são os espinhos cravados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no coração aflito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que dissera como os olhos revelam a luz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Desaparece essa nuvem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;consigo ver o teu véu...a cair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Segura-o forte até libertares a tua vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;algema-o e sente abraçar-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sem dor imóvel de dentro para fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fecha os olhos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ja viste a &lt;strong&gt;luz&lt;/strong&gt; e esteve longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;perto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e por dentro, retrato infinito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apaga.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorme bem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RzTa45t4D4I/AAAAAAAAABg/aYrqm72JMSE/s1600-h/BXK277945_a-escuridao-02800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130966546582605698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RzTa45t4D4I/AAAAAAAAABg/aYrqm72JMSE/s320/BXK277945_a-escuridao-02800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A unica a brilhar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a luz na escuridão,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;é isso que te torna tão especial.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a tua diferença...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RzTZOZt4D1I/AAAAAAAAABI/gAb0I-JNStI/s1600-h/LUZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020263577335874064-1167284035507216934?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/1167284035507216934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=1167284035507216934' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/1167284035507216934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/1167284035507216934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/11/luz-perto-longe-eterna.html' title='A luz perto, longe, eterna!'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RzTaCpt4D3I/AAAAAAAAABY/qJVD6wHHwgo/s72-c/alone%5B1%5D-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-2333055210029870926</id><published>2007-11-08T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:05:22.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sons do silencio....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Achei interessante este texto q retirei de um blog qualquer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aqui vai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" Um rei mandou o seu filho estudar no templo de um grande mestre com o objetivo de prepará-lo para ser umagrande pessoa. Quando o príncipe chegou ao templo, o mestre mandou-o sozinho para uma floresta. Ele deveria voltar um ano depois, com a tarefa de descrever todos os sons da floresta. Quando o príncipe retornou ao templo, após um ano, o mestre pediu-lhe para descrever todos os sons que conseguira ouvir. Então disse o príncipe: "Mestre, pude ouvir o canto dos pássaros, o barulho das folhas, o alvoroço dos beija-flores, o zumbido das abelhas, o barulho do vento cortando os céus..." E ao terminar o seu relato, o mestre pediu que o príncipe retornasse á floresta, para ouvir tudo o mais que fosse possível.Apesar de intrigado, o príncipe obedeceu á ordem do mestre, pensando: "Não entendo, eu já distingui todos os sons da floresta..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Por dias e noites ficou sozinho a ouvir, a ouvir, a ouvir... mas não conseguiu distinguir nada de novo além daquilo que havia dito ao mestre. Porém, certa manhã, começou a distinguir sons vagos, diferentes de tudo o que ouvira antes. E quanto mais prestava atenção, mais claros os sons se tornavam.Uma sensação de encantamento tomou conta do rapaz.Pensou: "Estes devem ser os sons que o mestre queria que eu ouvisse..." E sem pressa, ficou ai a ouvir, ouvir... pacientemente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Queria ter certeza de que estava no caminho certo. Quando retornou ao templo, o mestre perguntou-lhe o que mais conseguira ouvir.Paciente e respeitosamente o príncipe disse: "Mestre, quando prestei atenção pude ouvir o inaudível som das flores quando se abrem, o som do sol a nascer e a aquecer a terra..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O mestre sorrindo, acenou com a cabeça em sinal de aprovação, e disse: "Ouvir o inaudível é ter a calma necessária para se tornar uma grande pessoa. Apenas quando se aprende a ouvir o coração das pessoas, os seus sentimentos mudos, os seus medos não confessados e as suas queixas silenciosas, uma pessoa pode inspirar confiança ao seu redor; entender o que está errado e atender as reais necessidades de cada um. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A morte de uma relação começa quando as pessoas ouvem apenas as palavras pronunciadas pela boca, sem se atentarem ao que vai no interior das pessoas para ouvir os seus sentimentos, desejos e opiniões reais.É preciso, portanto, ouvir o lado inaudível das coisas, o lado não mencionado, mas que tem o seu valor,pois é o lado mais importante do ser humano... " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A moral q retirei desta história foi que por mais palavras que nos digam, mais elogios/críticas q nos façam nunca nos sentiremos realmente completos ao ouvir tais sons e palavras[falo por mim...] se nunca ouvirmos o inaudivel, o som dos sentimentos e das acçoes...nunca seremos boas pessoas, compreensivas e realmente humanas! Oiçam o inaudivel, percebam o imperceptível....tenho a certeza q vos/nos irá ajudar para o resto da vida....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020263577335874064-2333055210029870926?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/2333055210029870926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=2333055210029870926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/2333055210029870926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/2333055210029870926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/11/sons-do-silencio.html' title='Sons do silencio....'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-2215714190712405467</id><published>2007-10-29T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:03:28.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicidade de um texto, de uma pétala...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itinerário do avesso...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trajecto aleatório, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;luz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;petala preta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;petala branca,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;poesia delirante...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mente frustrante...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;miragem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;recital de alegria,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;poesia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheiro a maresia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elo de aço Singelo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;limpo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pureza contagiante...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fortaleza de petalas brancas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;negras...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pingos vermelhos nela,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o meu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o teu, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o nosso sangue&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RyYt6EAh31I/AAAAAAAAABA/WcEcdJ6dUTA/s1600-h/1193671281_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126835701339512658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RyYt6EAh31I/AAAAAAAAABA/WcEcdJ6dUTA/s320/1193671281_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020263577335874064-2215714190712405467?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/2215714190712405467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=2215714190712405467' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/2215714190712405467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/2215714190712405467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/10/simplicidade-de-um-texto-de-uma-ptala.html' title='Simplicidade de um texto, de uma pétala...'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RyYt6EAh31I/AAAAAAAAABA/WcEcdJ6dUTA/s72-c/1193671281_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-3011607619770963493</id><published>2007-10-28T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:44:41.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentativa de filosofar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algumas pessoas são carentes de personalidade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de vida ou de um motivo pessoal e não cometeria o erro de julgar cada uma dessas pessoas[ou será q já cometi?], &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas sentiria-me muito bem em poder dizer que nós estamos em evolução, seres da natureza etemos uma alma e podemos cuidar dela! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se nos ocuparmos com isso, com certeza absoluta q todas essas imperfeições inúteis se desvanecerão como se fossem erros de quando tinhas 3 anos de idade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viver e fazer valer a pena os teus sorrisos, querer o bem,é algo tão humano e divino ao mesmo tempo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se tu és mesmo tu, podes fazê-lo e todos têm a força de conseguir ou de, pelo menos, tentar! Tudo isso tem um porquê. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A grandiosidade não está em quantas poses eu vou fazer diante da sociedade, como boa rapariga perante vários padrões e sim ser eu mesma a fazer tudo que puder para o bem, não só para o meu, mas para o BEM. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E isso não é ajudar uma ONG, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;é ajudar na compreensão de todos, a corrente do bem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser humano é humanizar-se com o bem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podemos fazer isso de tantas maneiras,revoluções internas e externas,queres ser diferente de todos e precisas de fazer isto ou aquilo, se queres entrar no padrão e precisas de fazer escolhas que nem semprequeres, realmente... a realidade é que foste feito pra ser EXACTAMENTE COMO ÉS. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se todos fossem quem são, a uniãoviria de forma clara. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nao precisas de me invejar nem de cuscar sobre a vida de ninguém. Precisas é de encontrar um meio de ser feliz dentro dos TEUS valores!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só um texto que traduz de forma rapida um terço do que acredito e do que tu provavelmente sentes e, com certeza, um dia,vais exteriorizar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É a evolução! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Usa-a para o bem, é a coisa mais fácil que existe, é só dar ouvidos ao teu coração e não ao alheio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É uma força positiva que se encontra na verdadeira religião: o respeito à tua alma...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Não adianta, não quero dar entrevistas sobre a MINHA vida!HAHAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Então, vamos começar a agir, crianças? QUE BONIIITO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E vão ter que aprender a pensar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIM, VOCES QUE PENSAM QUE NÃO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020263577335874064-3011607619770963493?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3011607619770963493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=3011607619770963493' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/3011607619770963493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/3011607619770963493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/10/tentativa-de-filosofar.html' title='Tentativa de filosofar..'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-8130935702217406223</id><published>2007-10-28T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T14:38:13.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leve critica...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Comove-me, a poesia, comove-me, a prosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Prosiar é a parte que não parte de mim, de ti, e me vislumbra a ideia do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deste, daquele, de todos os que moram neste maldito lugar desorganizado por ser organizado demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mostra-se profundo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mesmo que a profundeza do verdadeiro seja desleal ao convencional filho da puta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que lê no jornal o que não aceita mas pondera: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;defeito próprio, venera o amor, projecta o amor, só faz merda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;és um rebelde? Rebelde nada... és um criado mudo... criado mudo de um mundo com roupagem belíssima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E aquele/a de roupa dita como moda está safo, é o rei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Está fora, fora de si, perdeu-se na vida, perdeu-se na família, perdeu-se como pessoa ou a forma de ganhar é perder, enganando-se e copiando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois a vida destes é uma ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E esta é a crítica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas há controvérsias...cada caso é um caso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não falo do meu caso, nem caso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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;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/4020263577335874064-8130935702217406223?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/8130935702217406223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=8130935702217406223' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/8130935702217406223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/8130935702217406223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/10/leve-critica.html' title='Leve critica...'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-2608225812651987509</id><published>2007-10-28T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T12:14:34.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almas gémeas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;EXISTEM ALMAS GÉMEAS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hcgallery.com.br/imagens/pinturas27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand" height="373" alt="" src="http://www.hcgallery.com.br/imagens/pinturas27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"De acordo com a Kabbalah, sim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Antes de virem para este planeta, os aspectos femininos e masculinos da alma eram unidos. Quando vieram para este mundo, e não vieram necessariamente ao mesmo tempo, o masculino e o feminino separaram-se, criando assim o conceito de almas gémeas, que são almas que se complementam totalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O casamento entre almas gémeas é muito raro, e podemos dizer que actualmente, 90% dos casamentos são processos de correcção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Antes de se reunir á sua alma gémea, é necessário que cada pessoa encontre o seu caminho espiritual, seja ele qual for, e trabalhe para o seu crescimento individual. Só então é que terá o mérito de encontrar a sua alma gémea, para se reunir a ela e continuarem juntos o seu trabalho espiritual. Por este motivo, são necessários os casamentos entre pessoas que não são almas gémeas, e são muitos os aspectos pelos quais os parceiros podem ser necessários um ao outro, até que chegue o momento apropriado para a reunião com a alma gémea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Podemos até ter um bom casamento, termos bons filhos, sermos felizes nesse relacionamento, sem significar que este seja o encontro com nossa alma gémea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pode passar-se muitas vidas sem que se encontre a alma gémea, até que o homem e a mulher alcancem o nível de consciência espiritual para se reconhecerem, e no momento propício, o encontro acontecerá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Em geral, almas gémeas são pessoas bastante diferentes, com criação e educação distintas, e dificilmente são pessoas que se conhecem desde pequenas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Normalmente, são pessoas que viveram por tempos distantes uma da outra, ou até próximas, mas sem se conhecerem até o momento do encontro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Geralmente são aqueles relacionamentos que parecem impossíveis de dar certo, e muitas vezes o casal enfrenta muitas dificuldades para poderem ficar juntos. Mas apesar das diferenças, gostos e necessidades individuais, existem grandes semelhanças e afinidades em termos de ideologias e objectivos de vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Há entre eles uma habilidade quase telepática, que é a pista mais evidente de que se tratam de almas gémeas. Entretanto, um casamento entre almas gémeas não significa que seja perfeito, que não haja discussões e problemas a serem enfrentados. Tudo faz parte do processo de crescimento individual ou do casal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Quando se encontra a alma gémea sem ainda ter completado o tikun (correcção), o relacionamento ainda não é perfeito. Mas uma parte de nosso tikun (correcção) só pode ser realizada juntamente com a nossa alma gémea. Esta é a razão pela qual existe o divórcio no judaísmo. Se uma pessoa casada encontrasse a sua alma gémea e não existisse o divórcio, o seu parceiro teria que morrer para que ela pudesse reunir-se á sua alma - gémea, já que esse encontro é muito forte e tem que acontecer de qualquer maneira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mais do que a plenitude do casal, o encontro das almas gémeas ocorre por uma causa maior, em benefício do universo, por isso, esse encontro é tão necessário e poderoso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Rabino Joseph Saltoun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                     &lt;a href="http://angelgothic182.weblogger.com.br/img/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px" height="373" alt="" src="http://angelgothic182.weblogger.com.br/img/a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4020263577335874064-2608225812651987509?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/2608225812651987509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=2608225812651987509' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/2608225812651987509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/2608225812651987509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/10/almas-gmeas.html' title='Almas gémeas.'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-4368257832338938919</id><published>2007-10-28T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T13:23:41.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alma é um termo que deriva do latim Ănima. Este, refere-se ao princípio que dá movimento ao que é vivo, o que é animado ou o que faz mover. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De Ănima, derivam diversas palavras tais como: animal (em latim, animalia), animador, ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Filosófica e religiosamente, é definida como a parte espiritual do Homem, que se julga continuar viva após a morte do corpo, podendo o seu destino ser a beatitude celestial, uma temporada no purgatório ou o tormento eterno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Segundo este ponto de vista, a &lt;strong&gt;morte&lt;/strong&gt; é considerada como a passagem da alma para a vida eterna, no domínio espiritual. A grande maioria das religiões, cristãs e não-cristãs, concorda em linhas gerais com esta definição. O conceito de uma alma imortal é muito antigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De facto, as suas raízes remontam ao princípio da história humana. O &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hinduísmo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; crê na &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;transmigração da alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(princípio individual - âtman) ao contrário do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;budismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que não crê numa alma como é entendida no ocidente, mas somente numa sequência de um momento de aparecimento que dá origem ao seguinte, de forma que a morte representa simplesmente uma nova forma de aparecimento, como ser humano ou animal, no céu ou no inferno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por isso se fala no budismo de renascimento e não de reencarnação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conceitos Diferentes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As conotações que o termo "alma" geralmente transmite à mente da maioria das pessoas provêm primariamente, não do uso dos escritores bíblicos, mas da antiga filosofia grega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os antigos escritores gregos aplicavam psy.khé de vários modos, e não eram coerentes, as suas filosofias pessoais e religiosas influenciando seu uso do termo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Segundo os léxicos grego-inglês, fornecem definições tais como "o Eu consciente" ou "ser vivente (humano ou animal)". Até mesmo em obras gregas não-bíblicas, o termo era usado para animais. O termo hebraico para alma é né.fesh. Num sentido literal, exprime a idéia de um "ser que respira" e cuja vida é sustentada pelo sangue.&lt;br /&gt;Os termos das línguas originais (hebraico: né·fesh; grego: psy·khé), segundo usados nas Escrituras, mostram que a “alma” é a pessoa, o animal ou a vida que a pessoa ou o animal usufrui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As conotações que a palavra portuguesa “alma” geralmente transmite à mente da maioria das pessoas não estão de acordo com o significado das palavras hebraica e grega usadas pelos inspirados escritores bíblicos.&lt;br /&gt;A Bíblia não diz que temos uma alma. ‘Nefesh’ é a própria pessoa, a sua necessidade de alimento, o próprio sangue nas suas veias, o seu ser.” — The New York Times, 12 de outubro de 1962.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual é a origem do ensino de que a alma humana é invisível e imortal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dificuldade reside em que os significados popularmente atribuídos à palavra portuguesa “alma” provêm primariamente, não das Escrituras Hebraicas ou das Gregas Cristãs, mas da antiga filosofia grega, na realidade, do pensamento religioso pagão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Platão, o filósofo grego, por exemplo, cita Sócrates como dizendo: “A alma . . . se ela partir pura, não arrastando consigo nada do corpo, . . . parte para o que é como ela mesma, para o invisível, divino, imortal e sábio, e quando chega ali, ela é feliz, liberta do erro, e da tolice, e do medo . . . e de todos os outros males humanos, e . . . vive em verdade por todo o porvir com os deuses.” — Phaedo (Fédon), 80, D, E; 81, A.&lt;br /&gt;Em contraste directo com o ensino grego sobre a psy·khé (alma) como imaterial, intangível, invisível e imortal, as Escrituras mostram que tanto psy·khé como né·fesh, conforme usadas com referência a criaturas terrestres, referem-se àquilo que é material, tangível, visível e mortal.&lt;br /&gt;A New Catholic Encyclopedia (Nova Enciclopédia Católica) diz: “Nepes [né·fesh] é um termo de muito maior extensão do que nossa ‘alma’, significando vida e as suas várias manifestações vitais: respiração, sangue, desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A alma no A[ntigo] T[estamento] significa, não uma parte do homem, mas o homem inteiro — o homem como ser vivente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Similarmente, no N[ovo] T[estamento] significa vida humana: a vida duma entidade individual,consciente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A tradução católica romana, The New American Bible (A Nova Bíblia Americana), no seu “Glossário de Termos de Teologia Bíblica”, diz: “No Novo Testamento, ‘salvar a alma’ não significa salvar alguma parte ‘espiritual’ do homem, em contraste com o seu ‘corpo’ (no sentido platónic), mas a inteira pessoa, com ênfase no facto de que a pessoa está viva, desejando, amando e querendo, etc., em adição a ser concreta e física.” — Edição publicada por P. J. Kenedy &amp;amp; Sons, Nova Iorque, 1970.&lt;br /&gt;Né·fesh evidentemente provém duma raiz que significa “respirar”, e, num sentido literal, né·fesh poderia ser traduzido como “alguém que respira”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Lexicon in Veteris Testamenti Libros (Léxico dos Livros do Velho Testamento; Leiden, 1958, p. 627), de Koehler e Baumgartner, a define como segue: “a substância respiradora, que torna o homem e o animal seres viventes, a alma (estritamente distinta da noção grega da alma), cuja sede é o sangue. . . alma = ser vivente, indivíduo, pessoa.”&lt;br /&gt;Quanto à palavra grega psy·khé, os léxicos grego-inglês fornecem definições tais como “vida” e “o eu consciente ou personalidade como centro de emoções, desejos e afeições”, “um ser vivente”, e mostram que até mesmo em obras gregas não-bíblicas o termo era usado “para animais”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naturalmente, essas fontes, que lidam primariamente com os escritos gregos clássicos, incluem todos os significados que os filósofos gregos, pagãos, davam à palavra, inclusive o de “espírito que partiu”, “a alma imaterial e imortal”, “o espírito do universo” e “o princípio imaterial do movimento e da vida”. Evidentemente, porque alguns dos filósofos pagãos ensinavam que a alma emergia do corpo na morte, o termo psy·khé também era aplicado à “borboleta ou mariposa”, criaturas estas que passam por uma metamorfose, transformando-se de lagarta em criatura alada.&lt;br /&gt;Os antigos escritores gregos aplicavam psy·khé de vários modos, e não eram coerentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sobre Platão,a cuja filosofia podem ser atribuídas as ideias comuns sobre a palavra portuguesa “alma” (como geralmente se reconhece), declara-se: “Ao passo que às vezes ele fala de uma das [supostas] três partes da alma, a ‘inteligível’, como necessariamente imortal, ao passo que as outras duas partes são mortais, ele também fala como se houvesse duas almas em um só corpo, uma imortal e divina, e a outra mortal.”&lt;br /&gt;Em vista de tal incoerência dos escritos não-bíblicos, é essencial deixar que as Escrituras falem por si, mostrando o que os escritores inspirados queriam dizer ao usarem o termo psy·khé, bem como né·fesh. Né·fesh ocorre 754 vezes no texto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Massoretas" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Massoretas"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;massorético&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; das Escrituras Hebraicas, ao passo que psy·khé aparece sozinha 102 vezes no texto de Westcott e Hort das Escrituras Gregas Cristãs, perfazendo um total de 856 ocorrências. Esta freqüência de ocorrências torna possível um conceito claro do sentido que tais termos transmitiam à mente dos inspirados escritores bíblicos e o sentido que seus escritos devem transmitir à nossa mente. Um exame mostra que, embora o sentido destes termos seja amplo, com diferentes matizes de significado, entre os escritores bíblicos não havia nenhuma incoerência, confusão ou desarmonia quanto à natureza do homem, tal como a existente entre os filósofos gregos do chamado Período Clássico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Segundo o conceito católico, a alma é criada por Deus e implantada no corpo por ocasião da concepção. Esta doutrina, é um dos fundamentos da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Filosofia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filosofia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;filosofia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Teologia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teologia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;teologia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; cristãs. Mas, a aceitação de filosofias gregas significava que abandonava o conceito de que "o homem veio a ser [e não ter] uma alma vivente." Segundo a Enciclopédia Judaica, "a crença na imortalidade da alma chegou aos judeus através do contacto com o pensamento grego e principalmente através da filosofia de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Platão" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/PlatÃ£o"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Platão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (427-347 a.C.), o seu principal expoente". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A partir de meados do 2.° Século d.C., os primitivos filósofos cristãos adoptaram o conceito grego da imortalidade da alma.&lt;br /&gt;Na doutrina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Espiritualismo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Espiritualismo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;espiritualista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ser humano" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ser_humano"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;ser humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; é um&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Espírito" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/EspÃ&amp;shy;rito"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;espírito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; preso temporariamente num corpo material. A este estado temporário, é denominado de alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HISTÓRIA EVOLUTIVA DO CONCEITO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chegou uma altura na história da humanidade em que o Homem começou verdadeiramente a assumir a existência de uma alma.&lt;br /&gt;A Alma sempre foi motivo de controvérsia entre as diferentes denominações religiosas e crenças, mesmo porque nunca foi totalmente compreendida, explicada ou observada. Antes que o homem concluísse que a possibilidade de uma alma em evolução em conjunto com a mente de um indivíduo e com a paternidade de um espírito divino, julgou-se que ela residia em diferentes órgãos físicos – nos &lt;a title="Olhos" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olhos"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, no &lt;a title="Fígado" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/FÃ&amp;shy;gado"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fígado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, nos &lt;a title="Rins" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rins"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, no &lt;a title="Coração" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/CoraÃ§Ã£o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e, posteriormente, no &lt;a title="Cérebro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/CÃ©rebro"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cérebro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Os selvagens associavam a alma ao &lt;a title="Sangue" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sangue"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, à &lt;a title="Respiração" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/RespiraÃ§Ã£o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;respiração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, às &lt;a title="Sombra" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sombra"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sombras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e aos &lt;a title="Reflexo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reflexo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;reflexos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; do seu eu na &lt;a title="Água" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ãgua"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde os &lt;a title="Hindus" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hindus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hindus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; conceberam o &lt;a title="Atman" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atman"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;atman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Os mestres hindus realmente aproximaram-se duma avaliação da natureza e da presença de um espírito, mas houve uma falha provável quando não distinguiram a co-presença da alma em evolução, potencialmente imortal.&lt;br /&gt;Os chineses, contudo, reconheceram dois aspectos num ser humano, o &lt;strong&gt;yang e o yin&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;alma e o espírito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os egípcios e muitas tribos africanas também acreditavam em dois factores, o &lt;strong&gt;ka e o ba&lt;/strong&gt;; e não acreditavam geralmente que a alma fosse pré-existente, apenas o espírito. Os antigos habitantes das terras que circundavam o vale do Nilo, acreditavam que todo o indivíduo favorecido tinha recebido à nascença, ou pouco depois, um espírito protector a que chamavam &lt;strong&gt;ka&lt;/strong&gt;. Eles ensinavam que esse espírito guardião permanecia com o sujeito mortal ao longo da vida e que passava, antes dele, para o estado futuro. Nas paredes de um templo em Luxor, onde está ilustrado o nascimento de Amenhotep III, o pequeno príncipe, está retratado nos braços do deus do Nilo e, próximo a ele, está uma outra criança, idêntica ao príncipe na aparência, que é o símbolo daquela entidade a que os egípcios chamavam &lt;strong&gt;ka&lt;/strong&gt;. Essa escultura foi terminada no décimo quinto século antes de Cristo. Julgava-se que o &lt;strong&gt;ka&lt;/strong&gt; era um&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; género &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;de espírito superior, que desejava guiar o mortal ligado a ele para caminhos melhores na vida temporal; porém, mais especialmente, ele desejava influenciar a sorte do sujeito humano na próxima vida. Quando um egípcio desse período morria, era esperado que o seu &lt;strong&gt;ka&lt;/strong&gt; estivesse a aguardar por ele do outro lado do Grande Rio. A princípio, supunha-se que apenas os reis tivessem &lt;strong&gt;kas&lt;/strong&gt;, mas afinal, acreditou-se que todos os homens rectos os possuíam.&lt;br /&gt;Toda esta rica ideologia cresceu, fomentando as raízes que derivaram posteriormente nos conceitos actuais da alma, base de muitas religiões cujos seguidores acreditam possuir almas, ou serem acompanhados por elas e mesmo até serem eles próprios as almas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://breathingtime.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/alma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://breathingtime.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/alma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/photos/sininho/images/242797/original.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; 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pensamento. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu mais doce desejo se amargura &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo o instante perdido é um sofrimento &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada beijo lembrado uma tortura &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um ciúme do próprio ciumento. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E vivemos partindo, ela de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu dela, enquanto breves vão-se os anos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para a grande partida que há no fim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De toda a vida e todo o amor humanos: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas tranquila ela sabe, e eu sei tranquilo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que se um fica o outro parte a redimi-lo. 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Enquanto leio este meu livro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;um livro que me faz mergulhar nas suas letras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;páginas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;história,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;perco-me no seu mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;este em que quero permancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fujo da minha realidade fria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;em que padeço desta doença costante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que me mata por dentro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e continua..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;não tem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Leio-o enquanto sinto o fumo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;do meu cigarro já meio aceso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mas fumo-o e gosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;continuo a ler,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;explorando estas páginas sem vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mas com vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Estas que me fazem viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;permanecer neste mundo paralelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;imaginado pela minha mente fértil[será?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Questiono-me como este papel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;já meio velho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me faz continuar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;existir e pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Esta rosa negra que eu sou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;alimenta estes meus vicios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;o de ler e o de fumar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;espero um dia em que alguém me regue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;não com as suas lágrimas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mas com a sua água..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;água essa que me faça voltar á vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que me acorde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Não te assustes com estes meus espinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que magoam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mas que te amam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;fazem parte de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;não são belos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mas são reais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;quero continuar a tê-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tudo em mim espera por ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mas quem serás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que te arrisques a picar-te,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;por algo que não sabes se terás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E aqui continuo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sentada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a devorar mais páginas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;destes meus livros atraentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que abrangem todas as sensações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mas sigo,viciada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nas tuas páginas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e não quero deixar de o ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;quero-me envolver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e nao voltar a tão gelada realidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entras-me pelo corpo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;penetras o meu espírito,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh fumo que me mata,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas me satisfaz&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RySJRkAh3zI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YIu36mUQ888/s1600-h/1183851.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126373210671144754" style="WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RySJRkAh3zI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YIu36mUQ888/s320/1183851.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&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/4020263577335874064-3528707956710676910?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3528707956710676910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=3528707956710676910' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/3528707956710676910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/3528707956710676910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/10/cigarros-e-livros.html' title='Cigarros e livros.'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RySI5EAh3yI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RrTvXLh8Yzo/s72-c/ATgAAADj94BN95HmKQHx3iwyFOnrZRzFMPjYNXZQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-3768670948645618311</id><published>2007-10-27T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T16:26:27.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Oculto torna-se mágico.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RyPI8EAh3xI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Of7kgMNXfXw/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulohhhhh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126161735071424274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RyPI8EAh3xI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Of7kgMNXfXw/s200/sem+t%C3%ADtulohhhhh.bmp" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O oculto&lt;strong&gt; torna-se&lt;/strong&gt; mágico&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O magico é o que eu sinto escorrer das lagrimas que nao choro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É a ânsia dos sonhos que nao vivo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou desdigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frustaçao do meu proprio ser ambíguo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ambiguidade de medo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ambiguidade de dizer o que escrevo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando, tao rapidamente, sinto medo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de guardar só para o meu ser,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o medo, se nao for, no mundo que desejo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo a minha voz a acalentar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo o acolher do meu despertar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;desejo &lt;strong&gt;pintar o oculto&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e fazer da magia um &lt;strong&gt;instrumento a tocar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020263577335874064-3768670948645618311?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3768670948645618311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=3768670948645618311' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/3768670948645618311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/3768670948645618311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-oculto-torna-se-mgico-o-magico-o-que.html' title='O Oculto torna-se mágico.'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RyPI8EAh3xI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Of7kgMNXfXw/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulohhhhh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-1530970815955605769</id><published>2007-10-27T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T12:42:30.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas de sangue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.geocities.com/mesto_fantasma/Arte/imagens/Lagrimas_de_sangue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" height="318" alt="" src="http://br.geocities.com/mesto_fantasma/Arte/imagens/Lagrimas_de_sangue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estas que me caem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rolam, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;escorrem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da minha face até produzir o último som,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que toca no chão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com tanta angústia reunida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em tão pequena lágrima..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não uma qualquer,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é vermelha escura,de sangue que não mente..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como pode esta tristeza sem fim, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caber algures no meu corpo , &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e sair em forma de lágrima,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas ficar cravada no meu interior,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para onde olho e não vejo nada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oiço-me a mim própriaa gritar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quero-me ver livre de mim..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anseio pela minha própria libertação..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faço-me voar dentro de mim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tento encontrar o caminho para chegar ao fim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perco-me e não imagino tal dor tao comum...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;algo que é tão extenso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;este meu choro de sentimentos e verbos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estudei tanto para me entender,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que quando me testo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amo as minhas lágrimas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a minha profunda melancolia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ultrapasso-me a mim mesma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e a todas as coisas com sentido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá no fundo do meu ser,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fica a minha mais obscura face,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raiva, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;medo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frustração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suga a minha vontade de continuar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leva-me para tão negro abismo e faz-me chorar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mergulho de novo neste desespero constante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em mim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas não há lágrima que tenha compaixão do carrasco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que a sentença cumpre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao fim ao cabo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em mim não há morte nem vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,não há sentimentos nem nada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto-me oca, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;até as lágrimas se me secaram....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e torturo-me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dedico-me á ilusão e sonho de viver no passado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solto mais uma....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que molha o que escrevo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afoga quem nela mergulha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A minha lágrima de cor escura,vermel&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RyOUREAh3wI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ocCJzSto7tA/s1600-h/1175581189_f98874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126103821732404994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RyOUREAh3wI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ocCJzSto7tA/s200/1175581189_f98874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ha...do meu sangue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/4020263577335874064-1530970815955605769?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/1530970815955605769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=1530970815955605769' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/1530970815955605769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/1530970815955605769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/10/lgrimas-de-sangue.html' title='Lágrimas de sangue'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87NiiYV_HQg/RyOUREAh3wI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ocCJzSto7tA/s72-c/1175581189_f98874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020263577335874064.post-1338084280850647621</id><published>2007-10-27T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T12:22:27.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOCIEDADE VS. SINCERIDADE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mundo é cobarde. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desmontam a verdade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo é ilusão e ao mesmo tempo é a nossa "doce" realidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhem o Sr. e a Sra que fingem estar à vontade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez realmente vivam bem com máscaras e hipocrisias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIVA A VIDA DUPLA!, HIPOCRISIA !?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não concordar é ser a cabra, ou a puta, ou a ignorante!&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, sou a puta do mundo novo, mundo em que cada um/a fode com 4 por noite,&lt;br /&gt;EU acredito no amor e isso não existe pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;A maior parte dos jovens, hoje em dia,&lt;br /&gt;são máquinas de putaria, está certo! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-Depois de 24 horas já posso dar o rabo outra vez."&lt;br /&gt;"-Depois de um mês posso casar outra vez."&lt;br /&gt;"-Se ninguém souber, posso trair e fuder com quem quiser"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto é um disparate irreal, tudo isto é o ser humano carente de afecto ou carente de si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto é bem escondido, mas a puta é sempre a que se apaixona e acredita no amor e a que não esconde nunca a sua vida e quer-se do jeito que é.&lt;br /&gt;Pode não gostar de si, mas quer-se e aceita-se assim.&lt;br /&gt;A puta é a que incomoda, a que sorri e salta por aí[chora ali...] a que conversa, ajuda, sacrifica e atravessa a hipocrisia com um pote da real visão da vida:&lt;br /&gt;esta puta é tão puta que é invejada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha bem, os teus olhos transcedem o tempo e a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Olha melhor, ela não diz &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;COMEÇO&lt;/span&gt; e não diz &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que se vê é tudo o que muda:&lt;br /&gt;se vives é para mudar o mundo que não vive/ que desliza nas mentiras e cai, cai e volta a cair, que explode de maldade e medo dele mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ela não expresse,&lt;br /&gt;talvez porque não entende o porquê de esconder a realidade ou&lt;br /&gt;talvez porque tudo o que vivera foi mera e pura sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;e se sobrou ou não, empenha-se a tentar fazer com que a amizade reine no mundo&lt;br /&gt;e com que o mundo dê as mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Ela não julga a dona Guilhermina que é casada e dá o cu pro padeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela não concorda, ela discorda!E ela repete: &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DIS COR DO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mas queres ser feliz?&lt;br /&gt;Pois sê-o;&lt;br /&gt;mas sê sincero com todos em teu redor.&lt;br /&gt;A vida só pode correr bem se tomarmos o rumo do coração e, este, ao menos,&lt;br /&gt;se está confuso, diz-se confuso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que não se entregue ao confuso!&lt;br /&gt;A vida é uma confusão de valores se a sociedade é como um anarquismo escondido:&lt;br /&gt;pode-se tudo, se a hipocrisia existe,&lt;br /&gt;Viva o comunismo, socialismo, vai pro caralho.&lt;br /&gt;Dizer asneiras é estender uma prosa a uma nação,&lt;br /&gt;má educação?&lt;br /&gt;é a sinceridade, não sejam hipócritas.&lt;br /&gt;É mostrar as mãos escondidas,&lt;br /&gt;sujas de sangue&lt;br /&gt;e os olhos apertados em lágrimas:&lt;br /&gt;a verdade dói mas cura!&lt;br /&gt;Sê verdadeiro e sentirás!&lt;br /&gt;Faz-te amar!&lt;br /&gt;Ilude-te e chora até te fartares e se nao adiantar, faz, ainda assim, o que o coração manda.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos preferem o que a vaidade desmanda...!&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é simples, destruido e destruidor&lt;br /&gt;mas cada um é complexo e pode construir tudo com amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dá as mãos, não dês o rabo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O amor fraternal é a corrente mais forte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e o orgasmo interno e espiritual, não carnal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Nao julgo quem faz o que quer, julgo quem julga e ahh a maior meta da sinceridade é criar o rumoe não obrigar, brigar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;VIVA A SINCERIDADE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.2- Sejam sinceros, mandem-me á merda se não gostaram, digam que sou isto e aquilo, mas sejam SINCEROS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020263577335874064-1338084280850647621?l=liberdadescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/1338084280850647621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020263577335874064&amp;postID=1338084280850647621' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/1338084280850647621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020263577335874064/posts/default/1338084280850647621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberdadescrita.blogspot.com/2007/10/espelho-meu.html' title='SOCIEDADE VS. SINCERIDADE?'/><author><name>Clara Händel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716486954782873874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/sing_to_my_soul/8HGj0WhyJOGwFlYtbFqthK2gWw7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
