<?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-2564924329941286843</id><updated>2011-12-26T15:31:09.884+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gramática de Sentimentos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>421</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-1320454029575426280</id><published>2011-11-07T16:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T16:49:01.581+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caetano e Gadu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LoCTO_8lo_g/Trf6X1-k-EI/AAAAAAAABnc/Bg37_VFschE/s1600/320721_312197618794473_100000127118302_1433013_1313175190_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LoCTO_8lo_g/Trf6X1-k-EI/AAAAAAAABnc/Bg37_VFschE/s320/320721_312197618794473_100000127118302_1433013_1313175190_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O Concerto foi Perfeito... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não acredito em coincidências mas sim em sincronicidades... e entre tantos lugares que tem o Pavilhão Rosa Mota... escolhi o sítio que estaria reservado para mim (mesmo não havendo lugares marcados)! Sítio esse igualmente perfeito! A apenas alguns passos de alguém de gola branca e casaco castanho (que me era algo familiar) aproveitei para a agradecer a todas as forças divinas que me ajudaram a caminhar... agradecer o meu lugar no "Balcão 0" e o facto do lugar na plateia ser ocupado por outra mulher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sou eternamente Grata pela minha Liberdade e Felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Caetano continua a fazer todo o sentido na minha vida... sentar-me nas primeiras filas&amp;nbsp;da Plateia... NÃO! &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/2564924329941286843-1320454029575426280?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1320454029575426280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=1320454029575426280' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1320454029575426280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1320454029575426280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2011/11/caetano-e-gadu.html' title='Caetano e 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assim que nos separamos e entrei no carro fui presenteada com esta bonita música! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="245" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8b5HHRT8xvw" frameborder="0" width="320"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-4581231756804285659?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4581231756804285659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=4581231756804285659' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/4581231756804285659'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sei e você sabe, já que a vida quis assim&lt;br /&gt;Que nada nesse mundo levará você de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei e você sabe que a distância não existe&lt;br /&gt;Que todo grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Só é bem grande se for triste&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os caminhos me encaminham pra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o oceano&lt;br /&gt;Só é belo com luar&lt;br /&gt;Assim como a canção&lt;br /&gt;Só tem razão se se cantar&lt;br /&gt;Assim como uma nuvem&lt;br /&gt;Só acontece se chover&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o poeta&lt;br /&gt;Só é grande se sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Assim como viver&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter amor não é viver&lt;br /&gt;Não há você sem mim&lt;br /&gt;E eu não existo sem você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2011/07/ja-que-vida-quis-assim.html' title='&quot;já que a vida quis assim&quot;'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FJjUvppRNcw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-7109629235696786054</id><published>2011-07-19T22:40:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T13:42:25.055+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8NT3yIwzAZw/TiXskTjp7DI/AAAAAAAABmc/AGv1CmSHHsk/s1600/yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631167017565940786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8NT3yIwzAZw/TiXskTjp7DI/AAAAAAAABmc/AGv1CmSHHsk/s320/yoga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do meu coração flui o amor para t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i, do teu coração, flui o amor para mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Muito Feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-6447835633391972293</id><published>2011-06-02T23:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T00:05:23.712+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bOSYzQsRWGs/TegIrFvnlwI/AAAAAAAABlw/oRdRr5xSzX8/s1600/juy.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613746471886624514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bOSYzQsRWGs/TegIrFvnlwI/AAAAAAAABlw/oRdRr5xSzX8/s320/juy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na minha vida existiu um momento em que quis ser psicóloga e aconteceu nos tempos previstos. De seguida, veio a vontade de ser Dança Terapeuta, e com bastante esforço, alcancei. Queria dar aulas numa Universidade, e a vida trouxe-me muito mais do que isso. Disse que queria publicar... e concretizei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonhava ser Feliz e a vida presenteou-me com a capacidade de aceitação do dia-a-dia, o que me permite viver uma vida de grande Felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Silenciosamente guardo ainda alguns "desejos" mas não os procuro ansiosamente, luto serenamente, investindo, e eles vêm ao meu encontro. Viver segundo a filosofia do Yoga e poder partilhar com outros, foi algo que nem desejei porque me parecia utópico, hoje é realidade e é maravilhoso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais um sonho guardado está muito próximo de se concretizar... e eu, estou Muito Feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Grata a todos os que me inspiraram e me ajudaram (e ajudam) a caminhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Grata à vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rkAvi_FRKyI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-2577163106223933416</id><published>2011-03-07T03:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T00:36:40.588+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Este foi mais um Fim de Semana Feliz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vivo uma Vida de Grande Felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-2577163106223933416?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Há filmes deliciosos... que bela tarde de Domingo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-1933943121546845108?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1933943121546845108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=1933943121546845108' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1933943121546845108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1933943121546845108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2011/02/walk-line.html' title='Walk the Line'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GsvZGwd8vrI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-5075742823987824118</id><published>2011-02-01T20:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:39:38.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Compaixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TUhg7TydWtI/AAAAAAAABlM/5p8-YhWtRZQ/s1600/Mujer+sin+paisaje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568807511284079314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TUhg7TydWtI/AAAAAAAABlM/5p8-YhWtRZQ/s320/Mujer%2Bsin%2Bpaisaje.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compaixão, compaixão, compaixão!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje fiz o maior exercício de compaixão da minha vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no final, a sensação de leveza foi superior a qualquer gosto de vingança!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou Grata à Vida por Tudo o que me ensina e me oferece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;de forma a tornar-me cada vez melhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TUhgU0t7wpI/AAAAAAAABlE/Yvo-QB7nUQg/s1600/Hindu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Karuna (em sânscrito) é o desejo de que todos os seres possam estar livres de sofrimento. A piedade, ou pena, por outro lado, carrega um certo ar de superioridade e até desdém. Vivendo um profundo isolamento interno, percebemos como ‘separados’ dos outros seres, dificilmente podemos reconhecer-nos como essencialmente ‘iguais’. Desenvolvemos certa arrogância ou sentimento de sermos ‘especiais’ - que pode expressar-se tanto no sentido ‘sou especial, superior aos outros’ quanto no sentido ‘sou especial, inferior aos outros’. Desta forma é praticamente impossível desenvolvermos a verdadeira compaixão.&lt;br /&gt;O Amor - bondade é o o desejo de que todos os seres sejam felizes, todos sem excepção. O amor-bondade prefere que o outro esteja por livre escolha e nunca por medo, obrigação ou qualquer outro tipo de manipulação. Amor-bondade e compaixão são sentimentos vizinhos. O amor que deseja a felicidade e a compaixão que deseja que o outro seja livre de sofrimento. Pode-se dizer que são aspectos de um mesmo sentimento de bondade e benevolência profundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/2564924329941286843-5075742823987824118?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5075742823987824118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=5075742823987824118' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5075742823987824118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5075742823987824118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2011/02/compaixao.html' title='Compaixão'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TUhg7TydWtI/AAAAAAAABlM/5p8-YhWtRZQ/s72-c/Mujer%2Bsin%2Bpaisaje.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-5679316721758241402</id><published>2011-01-31T20:25:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:19:48.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu escolhi uma vida de</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TUcMwKOkKRI/AAAAAAAABk4/pXDrsva-K7A/s1600/MG_6886-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568433485785606418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TUcMwKOkKRI/AAAAAAAABk4/pXDrsva-K7A/s320/MG_6886-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Paz... Verdade... Devoção... Serenidade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu escolhi uma vida de Amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153);font-size:78%;" &gt;[tudo o resto é transitório e ... não quero nem saber... sou o que sou!]&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/2564924329941286843-5679316721758241402?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5679316721758241402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=5679316721758241402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5679316721758241402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5679316721758241402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-sou.html' title='Eu escolhi uma vida de'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TUcMwKOkKRI/AAAAAAAABk4/pXDrsva-K7A/s72-c/MG_6886-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-2836672380545155352</id><published>2011-01-28T02:22:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T02:43:48.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelação Interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TUIalzrQ_pI/AAAAAAAABkY/2wOmrOAlHGM/s1600/10173Bryn_Barnard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567041326212513426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TUIalzrQ_pI/AAAAAAAABkY/2wOmrOAlHGM/s320/10173Bryn_Barnard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Julgo que agora sim, sou capaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje um sem número de acontecimentos surgiram em cascata... desilusões [esperadas mas não desejadas]... revelações [imprevistas mas tão prováveis]... pedidos de ajuda de desconhecidos [surpreendentes]... e mensagens de cumplicidade [inesperadas mas desejadas]...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu reagi com emocionalidade a tudo... ainda que apenas um email de uma enorme cumplicidade, de um amigo que "herdei", me tenha levado às lágrimas... ainda que serenas... foram de agradecimento pela força daquelas palavras que tanto significaram para mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O meu "exercício de compaixão" desta noite vai para um Homem... que não é feliz... que não vive em Paz... a minha sugestão (ainda que não saiba se a quer) é que um dia experimente viver para a Felicidade dos outros seres (e não a própria)... é assim que tudo se transforma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cresci... amadureci... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;não consigo a neutralidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;perante as circunstâncias... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mas consigo , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;que não tomem conta de mim!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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/2564924329941286843-2836672380545155352?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2836672380545155352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=2836672380545155352' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2836672380545155352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2836672380545155352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/revelacao-interior.html' title='Revelação Interior'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TUIalzrQ_pI/AAAAAAAABkY/2wOmrOAlHGM/s72-c/10173Bryn_Barnard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-8531918169236047190</id><published>2010-12-31T10:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:47:06.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>23:00 - Satsanga de fim ano, kirtan, o fogo sagrado e o sankalpa para 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TR2lNk4KKbI/AAAAAAAABkQ/lnqAPCiTfu0/s1600/Fogo%2BSagrado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556779167901166002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TR2lNk4KKbI/AAAAAAAABkQ/lnqAPCiTfu0/s320/Fogo%2BSagrado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt; Aqui vou eu... novamente para o desconhecido, passar um fim de ano com um grupo onde não conheço rigorosamente ninguém... e porque não? Onde quer que vás o Universo acompanha-te... e desta vez terás o coração quentinho pelo Fogo Sagrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Feliz  2011 para todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Satsangas são encontros em que tradicionalmente se entoam kirtans (cânticos do Yoga) e se conversa sobre o ensinamento do Yoga, sobre a verdadeira natureza do ser humano, que é ser completo (púrna), livre de limitações e sobre as diferentes práticas que possibilitam esse reconhecimento. Kirtan são os cânticos do Yoga, formas de mantras feitos, na sua maioria, de forma mais descontraída e que consistem na repetição dos diferentes nomes das facetas do absoluto, de Brahman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A passagem de ano será numa clareira dos jardins, sob a copa das árvores, à volta do fogo, evocando a nossa essência e comunhão com a natureza. Faremos um ritual de purificação das nossas imperfeições e de determinação das nossas resoluções para 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Com Miguel Homem e algumas surpresas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O Retiro de Fim de Ano já começa a ser uma tradição. Depois de Patañjali, Shankara e a Meditação terem servido de tema como reflexão chega a vez de: Sádhana, a prática. Porquê, para quê e como praticar? Como chegaram até nós os estilos de Hatha Yoga mais conhecidos e o que cada um oferece para o enriquecimento do praticante. Permanecer imóvel no movimento do corpo, parar e respirar, parar e meditar, abrir o laboratório da prática para a reflexão e o crescimento, eis a proposta. Motivados pelos anos de prática de Hatha Yoga dentro de diversos estilos surge este convite para todos os que queiram passar o ano de forma consciente, dando o mote para o ano que se segue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Programa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31 de Dezembro, sexta-feira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;15:00 - Chegada 16.00 - Boas-vindas aos participantes e apresentação do encontro 17.00 - pranayama e bandhas: as respirações completas, ujjayi, bandhas, como, quando e porquê. 18.00 - Prática com ênfase no alinhamento: shat karma, asana, yoganidra, pranayama e meditação 20:30 - Jantar 23:00 - Satsanga de fim ano, kirtan, o fogo sagrado e o sankalpa para 2011* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 de Janeiro, sábado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;09:00 - Prática com ênfase na adaptação e reflexão: shat karma, asana, yoganidra, pranayama e meditação 11:00 - Pequeno-almoço 12:00 - O propósito do Hatha Yoga. 13:00 - Súrya Namaskara - a saudação ao sol, as variações, ajustes e correcções. 14:30 - Almoço, descanso, caminhadas 17.30 - Estudo e Treino: Bhastrika e Suryabheda pránáyámas. 18.30 - Prática: Saudação ao Sol com os respectivos mantras, e meditação. 19:30 - Jantar 21.00 - Sat Sanga (convívio) e kirtan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 de Janeiro, Domingo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07:30 - Prática com ênfase no vinyasa krama: shat karma, asana, yoganidra, pranayama e meditação 10:00 - Pequeno-almoço 11:30 - O legado de Krishnamacharya: alinhamento, vinyasa krama, adaptação ou tudo isso e mais? Como estruturar a prática individual. 13:30 - Almoço e descontracção 15:30 - Sat Sanga final (dúvidas e esclarecimentos) e Kirtan de encerramento 16:30 - Namaste! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-8531918169236047190?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8531918169236047190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=8531918169236047190' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8531918169236047190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-3665227207203258231</id><published>2010-12-29T02:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:14:06.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Power - Where Is My Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i8R0eoGO7Gw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where is my love&lt;br /&gt;Where is my love&lt;br /&gt;Horses galloping&lt;br /&gt;Bring him to me&lt;br /&gt;Where is my love&lt;br /&gt;Where is my love&lt;br /&gt;Horses running free&lt;br /&gt;Carrying you and me&lt;br /&gt;Where is my love&lt;br /&gt;Where is my love&lt;br /&gt;Safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;So close to me&lt;br /&gt;In my arms&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;There is my love&lt;br /&gt;There is my love&lt;br /&gt;Horses galloping&lt;br /&gt;Bring him in to me&lt;br /&gt;Where is my love&lt;br /&gt;Where is my love&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/2564924329941286843-3665227207203258231?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3665227207203258231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=3665227207203258231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3665227207203258231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3665227207203258231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/cat-power-where-is-my-love.html' title='Cat Power - Where Is My Love?'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/i8R0eoGO7Gw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-5202138922958588523</id><published>2010-12-29T02:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:14:25.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Power - I Found a Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uEApf_FT25M?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I Found a Reason&lt;br /&gt;Oh I do believe&lt;br /&gt;In all the things you say&lt;br /&gt;What comes is better than what came before&lt;br /&gt;And you'd better come come, come come to me&lt;br /&gt;Better come, come come, come come to me&lt;br /&gt;Better run, run run, run run to me&lt;br /&gt;Better come&lt;br /&gt;Oh I do believe&lt;br /&gt;In all the things you say&lt;br /&gt;What comes is better that what came before&lt;br /&gt;And you'd better run run, run run to me&lt;br /&gt;Better run, run run, run run to me&lt;br /&gt;Better come, come come, come come to me&lt;br /&gt;You'd better run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/2564924329941286843-5202138922958588523?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5202138922958588523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=5202138922958588523' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TRqJFUA3KCI/AAAAAAAABkA/QRRVctF60vE/s72-c/EM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-1933012455304800671</id><published>2010-12-03T10:20:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T10:25:14.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Permanecem pouco mutáveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O síndrome de abstinência da Argentina já deu os primeiros sinais... é muito mais duro estar longe, do que na Sadhana... mas há que aceitar os diferentes momentos... enquanto isso... mimo-me com os rituais que permanecem para além das várias mutações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546384094732713906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TPi28rprf7I/AAAAAAAABjs/5lNkob2kC_s/s320/velas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;O fogo da vela que arde a cada noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546384099602214402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TPi289yqLgI/AAAAAAAABj0/eYDVZBg0NDE/s320/28525a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;O ar e o odor de um incenso que queima lentamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-1933012455304800671?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1933012455304800671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=1933012455304800671' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1933012455304800671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1933012455304800671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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dia bem especial, iniciação ao Mantra pessoal. Este é o momento em que passamos a integrar a família Sivananda. “Om Aim Saraswatyei Namah”… divindade escolhida por mim, Saraswatyei! A iniciação de hoje foi o momento energeticamente mais forte até ao momento… não é possível descreve-lo em palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Os espaços de possível reflexão não são tantos… os de pausa são diminutos… até os de descanso escasseiam… estamos a pouco mais de uma semana do final… No geral tem sido muito bonito! Estou muito grata por me encontrar aqui!&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/2564924329941286843-3557780446333634574?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3557780446333634574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=3557780446333634574' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3557780446333634574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3557780446333634574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/aqui-estou.html' title='Aqui estou...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-9092598030659210993</id><published>2010-10-25T03:27:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T03:46:10.402+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiência Única...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TMTf2ynGAKI/AAAAAAAABjk/efodrnC6rB4/s1600/_DSC0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531792374709485730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TMTf2ynGAKI/AAAAAAAABjk/efodrnC6rB4/s320/_DSC0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Na Sítar Diego... o músico que me presenteou com esse momento tão especial]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo por cá é inesperado e ao mesmo tempo especial...estou muito bem! Tenho aproveitado imenso (desde as 05h30 da manhã, hora em que acordo até às 22h00 da noite, hora em que habitualmente me retiro para descansar...). Ao contrário do que pensava como imenso (uma comida vegetariana deliciosa), a prática do yoga é de dia para dia mais prazerosa... as montanhas dão um conforto que desconhecia... os ensinamentos são incriveis e encontrei gente que vou guardar para sempre no coração! As sensações aumentam de intensidade a cada dia... Não poderia pedir mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kanti Devi, uma das nossas queridas "maestras" diz que as coisas nunca acontecem como esperamos... de nada serve idealizar muito... e ainda que tudo me preencha por cá, acabei encantada com uma Sitar... e pela primeira vez vivi a experiência de te-la no meu pé e perceber como se toca... foi MUITO BONITO e um momento super especial... ainda mais porque não procurei... ela veio justo ao meu encontro... não é divinal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amigos o ritmo por cá é intenso e quase não me permite escrever, mas estou Muito Bem... Sei que tinha de estar aqui... está a correr tudo lindamente, e quando voltar, terei muito para partilhar... o que me deixa ainda mais feliz! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/2564924329941286843-9092598030659210993?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9092598030659210993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=9092598030659210993' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/9092598030659210993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/9092598030659210993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/experiencia-unica.html' title='Experiência Única...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TMTf2ynGAKI/AAAAAAAABjk/efodrnC6rB4/s72-c/_DSC0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-3214674691572178451</id><published>2010-10-15T15:44:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T15:58:19.204+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Início da Experiência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Aqui estou eu, do outro lado do oceano, ainda com muitos receios mas em simultâneo com imensa vontade de caminhar! Nestes dois primeiros dias o meu lar é a escola de Yoga Sivananda... hoje, pela noite, parto para as montanhas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;1º ritual em que participei, oferenda a Sarasvati:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528269869480330418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TLhcKADexLI/AAAAAAAABjc/60EgVsnHe_Q/s320/Deusa-Indiana.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sarasvati é a deusa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Hindu" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hindu"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;hindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; da sabedoria, das &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Arte" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arte"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;artes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; e da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Música" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%BAsica"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; e a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Shákti" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sh%C3%A1kti"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;shákti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;, que significa ao mesmo tempo poder e esposa, de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Brahma" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brahma"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Brahma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;, o criador do mundo. Ela é representada como uma mulher muito bela, de pele branca como o leite, e tocando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Sitar" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sitar"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; (um instrumento musical). Ela é a protetora dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Artesão" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Artes%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;artesãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pintor" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pintor"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;pintores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Músico" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%BAsico"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;músicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ator" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ator"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;atores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Escritor" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Escritor"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;escritores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; e artistas em geral. Ela também protege aqueles que buscam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Conhecimento" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conhecimento"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;conhecimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;, os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Estudante" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estudante"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;estudantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;, os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Professor" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Professor"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;professores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;, e tudo relacionado à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Eloquência (página não existe)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Eloqu%C3%AAncia&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;eloquência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;. Seus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Símbolo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%ADmbolo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;símbolos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; são um Cisne e um Lótus Branco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Durante o ritual tivemos um momento de Meditação, foram lidos alguns textos, acompanhamos com cânticos hindus e oferecemos fruta, doces, incenso e flores! Que bonito...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cuidem-se Muito que eu farei o mesmo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sigo Muito Feliz e desejo o mesmo para todos vocês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Boa Viagem para a tua terra encantada &lt;a href="http://ameninaquesorriaadormir.blogspot.com/"&gt;minha amiga&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-3214674691572178451?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3214674691572178451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=3214674691572178451' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3214674691572178451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3214674691572178451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/inicio-da-experiencia.html' title='Início da Experiência'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TLhcKADexLI/AAAAAAAABjc/60EgVsnHe_Q/s72-c/Deusa-Indiana.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-5902033788991259334</id><published>2010-10-08T01:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T01:42:46.544+02:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Outubro a 18 Novembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TK5aP6tKJPI/AAAAAAAABjU/Pc_TqRAXPt0/s1600/argentina_map.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525453022333379826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TK5aP6tKJPI/AAAAAAAABjU/Pc_TqRAXPt0/s400/argentina_map.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quase de partida para o outro lado do Oceano... a Argentina marcou-me tanto que só pode ter surpresas boas para mim... quero encontrar-me comigo... expandir o meu ser... reconectar-me... há alturas em que temos de nos afastar... "En el yo interior... estoy muy cerca de ti!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigo o caminho... o meu... aquele em que acredito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/2564924329941286843-5902033788991259334?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5902033788991259334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=5902033788991259334' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5902033788991259334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5902033788991259334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/13-outubro-18-novembro.html' title='13 Outubro a 18 Novembro'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TK5aP6tKJPI/AAAAAAAABjU/Pc_TqRAXPt0/s72-c/argentina_map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-8229248668062176216</id><published>2010-10-07T11:11:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T01:30:46.308+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em preparação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TK5X8vTQ58I/AAAAAAAABjM/b2k5573S7JI/s1600/DSC06062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525450493831210946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TK5X8vTQ58I/AAAAAAAABjM/b2k5573S7JI/s320/DSC06062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;da minha nova fuga... sem grandes expectativas... mas com vontade de partir! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo começará com o despertar pelas 5:30. às 6:00 início da meditação seguida por satsang até as 8:00. classe de asanas. karma yoga e aula de Gita ou de cantos. pontualmente “descanso”. conferências, mais asanas e jantar. o dia termina novamente com meditação e satsang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- será a minha rotina diária ao longo de quatro semanas - &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/2564924329941286843-8229248668062176216?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8229248668062176216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=8229248668062176216' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8229248668062176216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8229248668062176216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/em-preparacao.html' title='Em preparação'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TK5X8vTQ58I/AAAAAAAABjM/b2k5573S7JI/s72-c/DSC06062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-2611721626329667034</id><published>2010-10-06T03:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T03:23:31.224+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/e28_gCErdaY/hqdefault.jpg)" height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e28_gCErdaY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e28_gCErdaY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="325" height="244" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-2611721626329667034?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2611721626329667034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=2611721626329667034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2611721626329667034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2611721626329667034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/paula-toller-sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-1476790410057182207</id><published>2010-10-05T02:06:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T04:31:17.291+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Libertação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKpuAsNQtKI/AAAAAAAABjE/-8rs2cjcxt4/s1600/fibonXwomanlite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524348851069170850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKpuAsNQtKI/AAAAAAAABjE/-8rs2cjcxt4/s320/fibonXwomanlite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;... às vezes há que ter a humildade de seguir... mesmo que não pelo caminho que gostariamos... é desistir? Não, é optar por nós próprios! Queria-nos a caminhar juntos... mas sobretudo... quero-nos bem! Caminha enquanto as forças te permitirem que eu... farei o mesmo... não vou lutar, nem desistir... vou continuar a Caminhada pelo meu equilibrio! "Gosto de ter asas... mas não quero perder as raízes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[não estou Feliz... mas também não estou Triste... é como é!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-1476790410057182207?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1476790410057182207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=1476790410057182207' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1476790410057182207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1476790410057182207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='Libertação'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKpuAsNQtKI/AAAAAAAABjE/-8rs2cjcxt4/s72-c/fibonXwomanlite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-7676434399709183352</id><published>2010-10-04T01:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T01:43:10.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mais um post para Ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/qqrVsiExQwA/hqdefault.jpg)" height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqrVsiExQwA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqrVsiExQwA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="325" height="244" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a light, certain kind a light,&lt;br /&gt;Never ever, never shone on me, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I want, I want my whole life&lt;br /&gt;To be lived with you, babe,&lt;br /&gt;That's what I want oh, was to be&lt;br /&gt;Living and loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't know, you don't know what it's like,&lt;br /&gt;No you don't, honey no you don't know,&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To love anybody.&lt;br /&gt;Oh honey, I wanna talk about love&lt;br /&gt;And trying to hold somebody&lt;br /&gt;The way I love you babe,&lt;br /&gt;And I've been loving you babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[dentro do meu limite, posso Tudo... só não posso avançar... mas comigo mesma permaneço sonhadora... não espero nada em troca, mas pelo menos a mim própria, devo lealdade!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Ti...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-6673535132180224979</id><published>2010-10-03T20:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:32:45.757+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Busca de ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKjMEqSwcWI/AAAAAAAABi8/d0_wlYqAPR8/s1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523889323414417762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKjMEqSwcWI/AAAAAAAABi8/d0_wlYqAPR8/s400/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...ajuda para reflectir. Novo livro de cabeceira... não sei porque ainda não o tinha... chegou o momento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-6673535132180224979?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6673535132180224979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=6673535132180224979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6673535132180224979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6673535132180224979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/em-busca-de.html' title='Em Busca de ...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKjMEqSwcWI/AAAAAAAABi8/d0_wlYqAPR8/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-4504952561100870583</id><published>2010-10-01T01:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T02:02:07.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, Pray and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKUkJQTo2dI/AAAAAAAABi0/rDBvYQx1QMA/s1600/eat-pray-love-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522860259454540242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKUkJQTo2dI/AAAAAAAABi0/rDBvYQx1QMA/s320/eat-pray-love-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O filme valeu por todas as cumplicidades que me encheram a alma... mais do que pelo filme em si! Na estreia estive só comigo mesma... agora estou pronta para partilhar. Mais uma metáfora? &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/2564924329941286843-4504952561100870583?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4504952561100870583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=4504952561100870583' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/4504952561100870583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/4504952561100870583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/eat-pray-and-love.html' title='Eat, Pray and Love'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKUkJQTo2dI/AAAAAAAABi0/rDBvYQx1QMA/s72-c/eat-pray-love-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-8353936402486531360</id><published>2010-09-29T18:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:43:38.059+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou cansada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKNsqTJSmqI/AAAAAAAABis/E6eknDGvens/s1600/saiba-porque-chorar-faz-bem-a-saude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522377042035907234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKNsqTJSmqI/AAAAAAAABis/E6eknDGvens/s320/saiba-porque-chorar-faz-bem-a-saude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...de chorar! Ao mesmo tempo torna-me tão humana e real... mais uma dicotomia... que bom é estar viva!&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/2564924329941286843-8353936402486531360?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8353936402486531360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=8353936402486531360' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8353936402486531360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8353936402486531360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/estou-cansada.html' title='Estou cansada...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKNsqTJSmqI/AAAAAAAABis/E6eknDGvens/s72-c/saiba-porque-chorar-faz-bem-a-saude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-5144696845788134340</id><published>2010-09-29T16:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:42:40.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ui... como é possível?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKNQMXsvrSI/AAAAAAAABik/_a2ZsK7Ix54/s1600/a57508cbd9d3a9332d7258abd6c7bdc23f1ed66a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522345741536701730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKNQMXsvrSI/AAAAAAAABik/_a2ZsK7Ix54/s320/a57508cbd9d3a9332d7258abd6c7bdc23f1ed66a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto-me dominada pelas minhas emoções e sem qualquer controlo... tenho medo... e já que estou sem chão... quero voar! &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/2564924329941286843-5144696845788134340?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5144696845788134340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=5144696845788134340' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5144696845788134340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5144696845788134340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/ui-como-e-possivel.html' title='Ui... como é possível?'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKNQMXsvrSI/AAAAAAAABik/_a2ZsK7Ix54/s72-c/a57508cbd9d3a9332d7258abd6c7bdc23f1ed66a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-5629376513533731167</id><published>2010-09-28T23:35:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:50:11.898+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKJgEkXyoNI/AAAAAAAABic/kyphCb4T7Go/s1600/arriscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522081724708856018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKJgEkXyoNI/AAAAAAAABic/kyphCb4T7Go/s320/arriscar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Arriscar não é de todo fácil... para mim é um conceito de alguma dicotomia... arrisco tanto quando o foco sou eu e tudo o que me acompanha (que vive dentro de mim), atrevo-me a dissecar, a aprofundar, a ir ao interior de cada uma das minhas angústias e alegrias... arrisco-me partindo e regressando, tudo para estar comigo e arriscar dentro de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não arrisco no Amor... e tenho tanto apego e tanto medo de perder o que já consegui... prefiro voltar uns passinhos atrás e acomodar-me ao não arriscar... e é assim que me sinto neste momento... a arriscar em mim... a trabalhar o amor dentro de mim... e a acobardar-me perante o Amor por alguém que não eu... o amor homem-mulher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Arriscar? Não, obrigada... Prefiro viver no pouco que consegui do que pela ansiedade e desejo de ter mais, perder o que vive em mim e me acompanha... Prefiro continuar a arriscar apenas comigo própria... a única pessoa a quem posso realmente exigir coisas... e a única que sei que me acompanhará o resto da visa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ainda que hoje... tivesse uma enorme vontade de arriscar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Arriscar no Amor... é preciso uma enorme coragem! Desta vez, volto a acobardar-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;e sigo apenas comigo mesma!&lt;/span&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/2564924329941286843-5629376513533731167?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5629376513533731167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=5629376513533731167' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5629376513533731167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5629376513533731167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKJgEkXyoNI/AAAAAAAABic/kyphCb4T7Go/s72-c/arriscar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-7058367087790484056</id><published>2010-09-28T03:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T03:11:02.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>saudades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKFAa30s-9I/AAAAAAAABiU/KCDru-98HhM/s1600/amor_lindo_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521765448538717138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKFAa30s-9I/AAAAAAAABiU/KCDru-98HhM/s320/amor_lindo_amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;de nos sonhar...  de nos eternizar nos meus sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-7058367087790484056?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7058367087790484056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=7058367087790484056' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7058367087790484056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7058367087790484056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/saudades.html' title='saudades...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TKFAa30s-9I/AAAAAAAABiU/KCDru-98HhM/s72-c/amor_lindo_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-7331407567506114804</id><published>2010-09-26T18:53:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T19:11:42.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversa com o Universo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Para que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ameninaquesorriaadormir.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A menina que sorria a dormir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;não deixe de sonhar e aguarde tranquila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TJ97Z_dV3ZI/AAAAAAAABiM/4Oot-IeS3b8/s1600/universo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521267354640965010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TJ97Z_dV3ZI/AAAAAAAABiM/4Oot-IeS3b8/s320/universo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu e o Universo acabamos de fazer um acordo... o papel dele é cuidar de nós com todo o carinho... assegurando também que o nosso bem estar não é prejudicial para outros seres... e nós, como agradecimento, deixamos de lhe enviar mensagens contraditórioas e também de o sobrecarregar com desejos infundados e superficialidades. Desta forma, aguardamos tranquilos enquanto ele faz o seu trabalho igualmente sereno! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;O Universo concordou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;e agora ssssssssshhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiuuuuuu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;nada de o perturbar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/2564924329941286843-7331407567506114804?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7331407567506114804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=7331407567506114804' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7331407567506114804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7331407567506114804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/conversa-com-o-universo.html' title='Conversa com o Universo'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TJ97Z_dV3ZI/AAAAAAAABiM/4Oot-IeS3b8/s72-c/universo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-5095778130530867396</id><published>2010-09-25T03:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T03:33:26.167+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Slowly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/CoSL_qayMCc/hqdefault.jpg); WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" width="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="230" height="200" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-5095778130530867396?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5095778130530867396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=5095778130530867396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5095778130530867396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5095778130530867396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/falling-slowly.html' title='Falling Slowly...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-8845857777989664641</id><published>2010-09-23T03:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T14:08:44.426+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TJtDKoEcbAI/AAAAAAAABiE/-CfeDJmTWlM/s1600/fl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520079618106485762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TJtDKoEcbAI/AAAAAAAABiE/-CfeDJmTWlM/s320/fl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Falling in love" is mainly a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Western world" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Western_world"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Western&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; term used to describe the process of moving from a feeling of neutrality towards a person to one of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Love" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;. The use of the term "fall" implies that the process is in some way inevitable, uncontrollable, risky, irreversible, or that it puts the lover in a state of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Vulnerability" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vulnerability"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;vulnerability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;, in the same way the word "fall" is used in the phrase "to fall ill" or "to fall into a trap". The term is generally used to describe an (eventual) love that is strong, although not necessarily permanent.&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/2564924329941286843-8845857777989664641?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8845857777989664641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=8845857777989664641' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8845857777989664641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8845857777989664641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling in LOVE'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TJtDKoEcbAI/AAAAAAAABiE/-CfeDJmTWlM/s72-c/fl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-707852435864088485</id><published>2010-09-19T11:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:28:33.073+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho Triste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TJXXibLHasI/AAAAAAAABh8/R554vl8geHM/s1600/sofrimento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518553904822315714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TJXXibLHasI/AAAAAAAABh8/R554vl8geHM/s320/sofrimento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O meu Inconsciente a colocar-me em alerta... preferia ter tido um sonho daqueles reconfortantes que me levam a acordar com um sorriso no rosto... mas resta-me aceitar que não tenho qualquer controlo sobre este meu inconsciente... se é que tenho sobre alguma coisa... não me parece!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-707852435864088485?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/707852435864088485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=707852435864088485' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/707852435864088485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/707852435864088485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/sonho-triste.html' title='Sonho Triste...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TJXXibLHasI/AAAAAAAABh8/R554vl8geHM/s72-c/sofrimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-8083550568167266769</id><published>2010-09-17T01:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T01:52:49.660+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada por me lembrares...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TJKrcnU73FI/AAAAAAAABh0/5RbH4Sxo69o/s1600/india4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517661001563757650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TJKrcnU73FI/AAAAAAAABh0/5RbH4Sxo69o/s320/india4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;como gosto de te ter próximo de mim! Esta será mais uma noite contigo... como as outras... todas aquelas em que não estás e te sinto. E que eu possa continuar a querer tanto dar-te, sem esperar nada em troca!!! Daqui a nada fecho os olhos... e volto a cair nos teus braços... "sonhar é já uma forma de fazer acontecer"... de momento sonhar-nos é mais que suficiente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-8083550568167266769?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8083550568167266769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=8083550568167266769' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8083550568167266769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8083550568167266769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/obrigada-por-me-lembrares.html' title='Obrigada por me lembrares...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TJKrcnU73FI/AAAAAAAABh0/5RbH4Sxo69o/s72-c/india4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-866310138459977965</id><published>2010-08-25T00:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T00:49:26.572+02:00</updated><title type='text'>(Somewhere) Over The Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/THRMXhaibGI/AAAAAAAABhk/dS2yrPwOPpg/s1600/46004_431749897660_781382660_4765121_5124107_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509112211171339362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/THRMXhaibGI/AAAAAAAABhk/dS2yrPwOPpg/s320/46004_431749897660_781382660_4765121_5124107_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high&lt;br /&gt;there s a land that i herd of, once in lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow, Skies are blue&lt;br /&gt;And the drens that you dare to dren really do come true&lt;br /&gt;Someday i'll wish upon star and wake up where the clouds&lt;br /&gt;ar far behind me&lt;br /&gt;Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above chimney&lt;br /&gt;tops&lt;br /&gt;that's where you ll find me&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why cant i?&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/2564924329941286843-866310138459977965?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/866310138459977965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=866310138459977965' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/866310138459977965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/866310138459977965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='(Somewhere) Over The Rainbow'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/THRMXhaibGI/AAAAAAAABhk/dS2yrPwOPpg/s72-c/46004_431749897660_781382660_4765121_5124107_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-4759272836085124640</id><published>2010-08-21T14:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T14:27:19.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo Projecto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TG_EsDd1YJI/AAAAAAAABhc/2tlVsJXE6uY/s1600/home_bg+-+C%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507837130421133458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 37px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TG_EsDd1YJI/AAAAAAAABhc/2tlVsJXE6uY/s400/home_bg+-+C%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507836406391761090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TG_EB6Px6MI/AAAAAAAABhE/MVwtYi3NwpM/s400/home_bg+-+C%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TG_ECiOqUtI/AAAAAAAABhM/Lk8-FfDUQbo/s1600/workshop_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507836417124487890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TG_ECiOqUtI/AAAAAAAABhM/Lk8-FfDUQbo/s400/workshop_bg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E eis que no fluir da vida sou presenteada com mais este episódio... Yoga e Meditação para Crianças... e a cada passo que dou sinto que me preencho mais e sou ainda mais sonhadora... a partilha de aulas de Yoga com crianças enche-me de entusiasmo!&lt;br /&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/2564924329941286843-4759272836085124640?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4759272836085124640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=4759272836085124640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/4759272836085124640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/4759272836085124640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/novo-projecto.html' title='Novo Projecto'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TG_EsDd1YJI/AAAAAAAABhc/2tlVsJXE6uY/s72-c/home_bg+-+C%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-8781689667071019640</id><published>2010-08-21T14:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T14:11:47.829+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia vou tocar e cantar para...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;a href="http://ameninaquesorriaadormir.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;TI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507833689316700370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TG_BjwWmsNI/AAAAAAAABgs/e7pCDG_p1I8/s320/borboleta_3_dim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Voy a contaros mi sueño, cuando era una niña quería volar, saber si es suave el cielo o por el contrario te puede arañar; con el paso de los años descubrí que volar no es de humanos, no hay escalera tan grande y si agito mis brazos no me elevaré. Tan lejos, tan lejos de ti, donde no me haga daño tu voz; donde sueñe en silencio tranquila, en la calma de mi corazón, donde no pueda ya ni oírte , ni tampoco escuches tú mi voz; donde olvide el daño de mi mente y etérea me quede tranquila. Con el paso de los años, descubrí que volar no es de humanos, pero que a veces la mente se eleva y, si tienes suerte, conoces tu alma gemela, y entonces seguro que vuelas, yo ahora me agarro a mi cielo, nos damos un vuelo y soñamos arriba" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SILVIA PENIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2564924329941286843-8781689667071019640?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8781689667071019640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=8781689667071019640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8781689667071019640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8781689667071019640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/um-dia-vou-toca-la-e-canta-la-para-ti.html' title='Um dia vou tocar e cantar para...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TG_BjwWmsNI/AAAAAAAABgs/e7pCDG_p1I8/s72-c/borboleta_3_dim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-4474321710728253348</id><published>2010-08-08T16:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T16:11:49.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta da Minha Afilhada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TF66svoM32I/AAAAAAAABgk/RjmE1SJc6NE/s1600/varinha%2Bm%25C3%25A1gica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503041072555417442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TF66svoM32I/AAAAAAAABgk/RjmE1SJc6NE/s320/varinha%2Bm%25C3%25A1gica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Tenho uma madrinha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;formou-se em psicologia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e tem uma varinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;com Magia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D E L I C I O S O!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/2564924329941286843-4474321710728253348?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4474321710728253348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=4474321710728253348' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/4474321710728253348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/4474321710728253348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/carta-da-minha-afilhada.html' title='Carta da Minha Afilhada'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TF66svoM32I/AAAAAAAABgk/RjmE1SJc6NE/s72-c/varinha%2Bm%25C3%25A1gica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-3837117814731573444</id><published>2010-08-04T14:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:46:02.144+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Balançar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Parece que hoje fui injusta... reagi ao sabor das emoções... e é algo que não admiro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Para ti... e para que essa Coragem se reinvente... Balança e Salva-te... Leal a ti, sobretudo! "salvar. De quê? Se o que mata mais é não ver o que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;a noite esconde."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/2q593KsUFC4/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2q593KsUFC4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2q593KsUFC4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="400" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Mas eu sou de letras... não me sei dividir... para mim um balanço, é mesmo balançar até dar balanço e sair... e agarras a minha mão com a tua mão, e prendes-me a dizer que me estás a salvar. De quê? De viver o perigo... De quê? De rasgar o peito, com quê... De quê? Se o que mata mais é não ver o que a noite esconde e não ter... Tens um mundo dentro das mãos fechadas... esqueces que às vezes quando falha o chão, o salto é sem rede e tens de abrir as mãos... pedes-me um sonho para juntar os pedaços, mas nem tudo o que se parte volta a colar. E agarras a minha mão, com a tua mão e prendes-me e dizes-me para te salvar. De quê? ... Se o que mata mais é não ver o que a noite esconde..."&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/2564924329941286843-3837117814731573444?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3837117814731573444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=3837117814731573444' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3837117814731573444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3837117814731573444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/balancar-no-coliseu-com-tiago.html' title='Balançar'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-6338229472706320134</id><published>2010-08-02T03:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T03:30:50.822+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Paz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TFYdXPkN1EI/AAAAAAAABgc/GaC1G9c4aD0/s1600/lotus.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500616280032269378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TFYdXPkN1EI/AAAAAAAABgc/GaC1G9c4aD0/s320/lotus.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; "Paz dentro de Ti... Paz no Mundo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Vida tem vindo a presentear-me a cada dia que passa... e quanto menos lhe solicito, mais me surpreende com pequenos grandes mimos, descobertas, encontros, separações... o caminho flui... sempre quis acreditar que assim seria mas sem perceber como é simples permitir que a vida flua... que este caminho me prepare para receber o lodo com a mesma serenidade e harmonia com que tenho recebido as flores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E que tudo isto que vivo se expanda para ti e por ti, &lt;a href="http://ameninaquesorriaadormir.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;estrelinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;que permaneces desse lado do oceano... Hoje vi o mais bonito céu estrelado de sempre... e lembrei-me de ti... e também contigo o partilhei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-6338229472706320134?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6338229472706320134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=6338229472706320134' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6338229472706320134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6338229472706320134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/em-paz.html' title='Em Paz...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TFYdXPkN1EI/AAAAAAAABgc/GaC1G9c4aD0/s72-c/lotus.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-7876633944722884351</id><published>2010-07-30T03:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T03:29:46.924+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Grata Narayan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TFIqME4aNpI/AAAAAAAABgU/G9pmgtGUy-0/s1600/IMG_6210+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499504481929934482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TFIqME4aNpI/AAAAAAAABgU/G9pmgtGUy-0/s320/IMG_6210+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há presentes cheios de amor e carinho... que se tornam tão especiais que não necessitam grandes palavras. Grata à Vida por tudo e por todos que tem colocado no meu caminho! Esta foi mais uma noite super plena de partilha... o foco sempre o mesmo, ao encontro de nós próprios!&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/2564924329941286843-7876633944722884351?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7876633944722884351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=7876633944722884351' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7876633944722884351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7876633944722884351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/grata-narayan.html' title='Grata Narayan'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TFIqME4aNpI/AAAAAAAABgU/G9pmgtGUy-0/s72-c/IMG_6210+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-5446651419490135075</id><published>2010-07-18T11:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T11:57:24.419+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TELPWUsj4uI/AAAAAAAABgM/bCaA2pUUe_I/s1600/Yoga+moment.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495182477765108450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TELPWUsj4uI/AAAAAAAABgM/bCaA2pUUe_I/s320/Yoga+moment.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495182474897991378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TELPWKA_JtI/AAAAAAAABgE/8lnYSYdzf1Q/s320/Nad+Yoga+Moment.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495182464666270834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TELPVj5jfHI/AAAAAAAABf8/wwCSajkFqk4/s320/Dance+Movement.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Momento de Yoga num dia de Sol interior rodeado de muita chuva, Nad Yoga e seus instrumentos peculiares e um momento de Dança. Muito forte esta experiência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-5446651419490135075?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5446651419490135075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=5446651419490135075' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5446651419490135075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5446651419490135075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/momentos.html' title='Momentos...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TELPWUsj4uI/AAAAAAAABgM/bCaA2pUUe_I/s72-c/Yoga+moment.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-4696188732422049333</id><published>2010-07-12T00:46:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:09:15.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando la Paz es más que una sensación del Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TDpJ8GIZ1nI/AAAAAAAABfs/Ze1IHR0yCz4/s1600/Nova_imagem_(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492783992318580338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TDpJ8GIZ1nI/AAAAAAAABfs/Ze1IHR0yCz4/s320/Nova_imagem_(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;“A experiência vai-te dar o poder de partilhar e tu vais necessitar de força para te cuidares. Onde quer que vás, cresce e brilha!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yogi Bhajan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não me lembro já de acampar... e nunca o fiz sozinha... mas como em tudo, na minha vida, quando sinto que é por ali, sigo o caminho! E aqui vou eu... a única certeza é que, neste momento, não trocava este destino por nenhum lugar paradisíaco no mundo... não trocava o saco de trapos brancos por qualquer mala de roupa bonita... A nossa mente é o Lugar onde Tudo Acontece... aqui vou eu, ao encontro de mim mesma e de tudo o que a vida me reserva em cada experiência!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492787734773241682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TDpNV73IF1I/AAAAAAAABf0/OAF8RRe0Uuw/s400/folleto-festival-2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yogaturfestivalgalicia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.yogaturfestivalgalicia.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/2564924329941286843-4696188732422049333?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4696188732422049333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=4696188732422049333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/4696188732422049333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/4696188732422049333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/cuando-la-paz-es-mas-que-una-sensacion.html' title='Cuando la Paz es más que una sensación del Alma'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TDpJ8GIZ1nI/AAAAAAAABfs/Ze1IHR0yCz4/s72-c/Nova_imagem_(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-6301809671757098228</id><published>2010-07-02T11:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:50:04.791+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinhal das Artes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TC21RawiF2I/AAAAAAAABfk/i0xZDT9M1Ok/s1600/1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489242831679788898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TC21RawiF2I/AAAAAAAABfk/i0xZDT9M1Ok/s320/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pinhal, Música, Yoga, Dança, ESTRELAS, caminhadas e muita criançada... Aqui vou eu, desligo do dia a dia... e renovo-me uma vez mais! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;[Patrícia aparece com o Tomás... Alice aparece com o Ruca... eles vão adorar... estarão lá o Tiago, o Martinho, a Inês e o Kiko...  entre muitos outros]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinhaldasartes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;http://pinhaldasartes.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-6301809671757098228?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6301809671757098228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=6301809671757098228' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-1299297996560871717</id><published>2010-06-16T01:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T01:43:30.172+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje tive um dia daqueles... exausta e cheia de stress, com mil coisas em simultâneo... é estranho como voltar ao meu cantinho me enche de paz... e preciso de tão pouco... uma vela, uma música e incenso... depois das últimas horas, é inacreditável como me sinto em PAZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E TU... também podes... a nossa casa é o nosso lugar seguro [e pode ser qualquer sítio, o importante é que nesse espaço nos possamos sentir em PAZ].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=1299297996560871717' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1299297996560871717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1299297996560871717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/peace-gilberto-gil.html' title='Paz'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-2331533125428258518</id><published>2010-06-15T03:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T04:07:05.227+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Elementos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TBbgIVqit-I/AAAAAAAABfc/Dl5Hg_vX_3o/s1600/alberti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482816030229313506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TBbgIVqit-I/AAAAAAAABfc/Dl5Hg_vX_3o/s400/alberti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"De terra é o meu corpo, de água é o meu sangue, de ar é o meu alento e de fogo o meu espirito." A.&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/2564924329941286843-2331533125428258518?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2331533125428258518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=2331533125428258518' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2331533125428258518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2331533125428258518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/elementos.html' title='Elementos'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TBbgIVqit-I/AAAAAAAABfc/Dl5Hg_vX_3o/s72-c/alberti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-6520024637690143472</id><published>2010-06-06T12:00:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T12:22:06.966+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TAtx75ePugI/AAAAAAAABe0/CVcsBj-2NAo/s1600/Barcelona_Gaudi_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479598645480241666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TAtx75ePugI/AAAAAAAABe0/CVcsBj-2NAo/s320/Barcelona_Gaudi_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Sei que a Barcelona que vou encontrar não é a mesma de outros tempos... mas como poderia se também eu mudei tanto? Ainda assim quero-a muito e estou preparada para cada diferença... Barcelona é parte de mim... poderei distanciar-me, mas está sempre presente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto mais feliz sou no dia a dia, na forma como vivo, mais valorizo as viagens, as partidas... é bom partir... e será bom regressar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acompanhada por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479599894880137570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TAtzEn2ZMWI/AAAAAAAABe8/RDSUaBawIkA/s320/1201204445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt; leitura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479601699671466050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TAt0trOLYEI/AAAAAAAABfM/Qv4gcdTAB_s/s320/AFN0OHRCA9GPSI2CAFXH0X6CAEQQNH1CAPAN14ZCAONKVNBCASJF6ZMCANAPTZOCAQKI6MACARC257JCA149AQSCAPI2DSFCA5AM3FTCA1J4M3RCA55J3G8CAFMU3V0CAS25WOUCACQOLQ4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;fotografia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479601704988323794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TAt0t_B0L9I/AAAAAAAABfU/g_cLUXbTU0M/s320/moleskine-bolso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;escrita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479601692884139410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TAt0tR78_ZI/AAAAAAAABfE/VLo73ZaQ-Iw/s320/A3XSWJCCA6PSL5CCARFC3O1CANW1DTRCAL0707ICAX9UVOXCAJYM3QOCAVJP1FOCAFSFUEWCA15VUURCALUIDQGCACLVA5LCA9M6ZYCCA7YVCIFCARKYUFWCAQN0J4KCANB5FT3CAMJS5NJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;música&lt;br /&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/2564924329941286843-6520024637690143472?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6520024637690143472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=6520024637690143472' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6520024637690143472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6520024637690143472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/barcelona-2010.html' title='Barcelona 2010'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TAtx75ePugI/AAAAAAAABe0/CVcsBj-2NAo/s72-c/Barcelona_Gaudi_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-1694725354263416178</id><published>2010-05-31T01:15:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:32:36.155+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiago Bettencourt e Tiê</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Rock in Rio, 2010, atreveu-se a juntar Tiago Bettencourt e Tiê, uma dupla, aparentemente, pouco provável. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Tiago é único, imcomparável&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; A Tiê é delicada, espontânea e louca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477208397096394114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TAL0BIW3nYI/AAAAAAAABec/4kfuTG-8dWE/s320/tiagob2-150x150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477209231205446578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TAL0xrp9s7I/AAAAAAAABes/qPluwoUnr7I/s320/tie3-150x150.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A dupla foi fabulosa... mais um momento em que a simplicidade mostra o quão poderosa pode ser! Tiê e Tiago complementaram-se... sem esforços, sem grandes ambições... foi Muito Bonito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TALx_sjEF9I/AAAAAAAABeM/RXh24zDAWvs/s1600/tiago_tie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477206173428226002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TALx_sjEF9I/AAAAAAAABeM/RXh24zDAWvs/s320/tiago_tie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-1694725354263416178?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1694725354263416178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=1694725354263416178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1694725354263416178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1694725354263416178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/tiago-bettencourt-e-tie.html' title='Tiago Bettencourt e Tiê'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/TAL0BIW3nYI/AAAAAAAABec/4kfuTG-8dWE/s72-c/tiagob2-150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-1133420662329160830</id><published>2010-05-27T23:43:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T03:36:21.527+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Menina que Sorria a Dormir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"É interessante que sorríamos quando estamos felizes, mas também quando nos sentimos ansiosos e com medo. (...) O sorriso é tudo aquilo que resta quando o nosso último suspiro se escapa". Dan Kieran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;- Foto de EM -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476125818472220402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_8bawthxvI/AAAAAAAABd8/EoyK29jv0ok/s320/Jo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nome: Jô / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bem Material Precioso: Nariz de Palhaço / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Passatempo Favorito: Sorrir / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Valor Insubstituível: Amizade /&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sonho: Ser Feliz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Homenagem a ti! Sinto-te Sempre Comigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ameninaquesorriaadormir.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2564924329941286843-1133420662329160830?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1133420662329160830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=1133420662329160830' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1133420662329160830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1133420662329160830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/menina-que-sorria-dormir.html' title='A Menina que Sorria a Dormir'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_8bawthxvI/AAAAAAAABd8/EoyK29jv0ok/s72-c/Jo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-7773841989395046759</id><published>2010-05-26T23:01:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:12:48.729+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir, de Smartins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_2Msk19sHI/AAAAAAAABdk/RBYvgW87e_A/s1600/Sentir_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475687419384541298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_2Msk19sHI/AAAAAAAABdk/RBYvgW87e_A/s320/Sentir_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; "Sentir é um acto de coragem." &lt;a href="http://in-metamorphosis.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Smartins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(muito bonita a tua foto e a tua frase)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Coragem é quase sempre (in)suficiente... o leque de sentimentos divergentes quase me sufoca quando me permito iniciar a caminhada... nova etapa... novo caminho... e será sempre assim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mente aprendeu a recuperar a alma... a mente aprendeu a (não deixar) Sentir... &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/2564924329941286843-7773841989395046759?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7773841989395046759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=7773841989395046759' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7773841989395046759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7773841989395046759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/smartins.html' title='Sentir, de Smartins'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_2Msk19sHI/AAAAAAAABdk/RBYvgW87e_A/s72-c/Sentir_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-8853646159502600462</id><published>2010-05-21T01:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T02:04:11.490+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;doce de ananás, adormecer num colinho quente, uma carícia no rosto, a mensagem carinhosa de uma amiga, um bom dia enamorado, uma noite de amor, um sorriso de uma criança, a tranquilidade da minha alma, o som do meu gongo, um perfume amadeirado, uma boca carnuda, um olhar profundo, uma poesia, um vinho ao jantar (ou fora dele), os meus afilhados e sobrinho, a minha equipa de trabalho, os meus ténis, um chá do Oriente ou do Ociente, uma história de amor, um livro infantil, limpar uma lágrima, partilhar um sorriso, dançar sem sentido, caminhar à chuva, um banho quente, encontrar-me, perder-me, reinventar-me, observar o que está à minha volta e observar-me, participar naquilo que observo, a minha complexidade interior, descomplicar-me, a partilha, as dificuldades que me fazem crescer, o Brasil, um abraço profundo, viajar com ou sem destino, ser surpreendida, ser amada, amar, pouca luz, roupas leves, chorar, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De nada serve listar aquilo de que não gosto porque tudo o que Amo é mais que suficiente para ser Feliz!&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/2564924329941286843-8853646159502600462?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8853646159502600462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=8853646159502600462' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8853646159502600462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8853646159502600462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/amo-doce-de-ananas-adormecer-num.html' title=''/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-9175489611713282520</id><published>2010-05-19T23:29:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:35:02.924+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Impermanência e Desapego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_RY92tKhfI/AAAAAAAABdc/6_uXAxyhYEg/s1600/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473097266842207730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_RY92tKhfI/AAAAAAAABdc/6_uXAxyhYEg/s320/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Uma vez que a impermanência é uma lei da vida, é sábio seguir neste mundo com desapego das situações, do que possuímos e das pessoas, principalmente das pessoas. Perceber e aceitar que não temos absolutamente nada (nada nos pertence, bem pelo contrário, tudo um dia acabará, no mínimo, porque se transformou numa outra coisa) é pura sabedoria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;[perdoem-me os sonhadores...]&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/2564924329941286843-9175489611713282520?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9175489611713282520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=9175489611713282520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/9175489611713282520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/9175489611713282520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/impermanencia-e-desapego.html' title='Impermanência e Desapego'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_RY92tKhfI/AAAAAAAABdc/6_uXAxyhYEg/s72-c/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-2894770193604183640</id><published>2010-05-19T13:46:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:55:35.732+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinventar-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_PPmPXIQaI/AAAAAAAABdU/OCSJBJiIRmg/s1600/arambepe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472946228050805154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_PPmPXIQaI/AAAAAAAABdU/OCSJBJiIRmg/s320/arambepe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje queria &lt;a href="http://ameninaquesorriaadormir.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"a tua"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; arambepe... e reinventar-me-ía... como não a tenho, sonho-a... sonhar é uma forma de concretização... e pelo menos com Arambepe sou ainda capaz de sonhar... e em cada sonho... reinvento-me! Arambepe está do outro lado do Oceano, mas sinto-a apenas a alguns passos de mim... quem sabe é porque pelo menos tu, tens Arambepe por perto! Saudades de &lt;a href="http://ameninaquesorriaadormir.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... e dessa Arambepe desconhecida que sonho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/2564924329941286843-2894770193604183640?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2894770193604183640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=2894770193604183640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2894770193604183640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2894770193604183640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/reinventar-me.html' title='Reinventar-me...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_PPmPXIQaI/AAAAAAAABdU/OCSJBJiIRmg/s72-c/arambepe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-6174430342808065818</id><published>2010-05-17T22:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:43:15.458+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acontece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_Gos4JZQoI/AAAAAAAABdM/TTFfQRT_pAE/s1600/d2130a2f5173cea08a6431eb211c7111425f4f69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472340511171363458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_Gos4JZQoI/AAAAAAAABdM/TTFfQRT_pAE/s200/d2130a2f5173cea08a6431eb211c7111425f4f69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não procuro que algo aconteça... observo com toda a atenção o que está a acontecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-6174430342808065818?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6174430342808065818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=6174430342808065818' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6174430342808065818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6174430342808065818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/acontece.html' title='Acontece'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_Gos4JZQoI/AAAAAAAABdM/TTFfQRT_pAE/s72-c/d2130a2f5173cea08a6431eb211c7111425f4f69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-1627012228202370252</id><published>2010-05-17T22:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:32:47.319+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim? Não? Não! Sim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_GnSjx_U9I/AAAAAAAABc4/WboviYJnSb0/s1600/d8a27efce24ff8a7ac0a7353ee52e4e263e18dc0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472338959516259282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_GnSjx_U9I/AAAAAAAABc4/WboviYJnSb0/s320/d8a27efce24ff8a7ac0a7353ee52e4e263e18dc0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Entre o sim e o não, só existe um caminho: escolher." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&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/2564924329941286843-1627012228202370252?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1627012228202370252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=1627012228202370252' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1627012228202370252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1627012228202370252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/sim-nao-sim-nao.html' title='Sim? Não? Não! Sim...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S_GnSjx_U9I/AAAAAAAABc4/WboviYJnSb0/s72-c/d8a27efce24ff8a7ac0a7353ee52e4e263e18dc0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-3267915136418550737</id><published>2010-05-15T00:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:57:23.702+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Provérbio Japonês</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S-3UmBIIYPI/AAAAAAAABcw/DHnrAI5NmW4/s1600/isnainiblogtemplate4501bk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471262871927677170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S-3UmBIIYPI/AAAAAAAABcw/DHnrAI5NmW4/s400/isnainiblogtemplate4501bk4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;As dificuldades são como as montanhas. Elas só se aplainam quando avançamos sobre elas.&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/2564924329941286843-3267915136418550737?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3267915136418550737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=3267915136418550737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3267915136418550737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3267915136418550737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/proverbio-japones.html' title='Provérbio Japonês'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S-3UmBIIYPI/AAAAAAAABcw/DHnrAI5NmW4/s72-c/isnainiblogtemplate4501bk4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-3043060714282477326</id><published>2010-05-14T03:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T03:41:07.689+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Fuga... Para Ti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"há sempre um sítio pra fugir, se queres saber. um sítio onde podes descansar. há sempre alguém pra te agarrar, pra te esconder. se vais cair. eu vou-te ver antes da dança, antes da fuga, eu sei-te ver. antes do tempo te mudar eu vou saber, antes da névoa te vestir e te levar, há um sítio onde o escuro não chegou pra onde podes ir, um rio pra libertar.&lt;br /&gt;há sempre alguém pra te salvar, se queres saber, se queres sentir a todo o gás. há sempre alguém pra te dizer se vais cair pra te travar e adormecer. antes do dia, antes da luta, eu sei-te ver. antes da noite te sarar eu vou saber, antes da chuva te romper e te lavar, há um sítio onde a estrada te deixou por onde tens que ir se te queres libertar. e tudo o que for por bem, tudo o que der razão pelo ponto vai ligar. tudo te vai unir, tudo se faz canção, no caminho de voltar, no caminho de voltar. há sempre paz noutro lugar, entre nuvens,um sítio onde podes perceber que há sempre alguém para te ver,em segredo, te descobrir e renovar, e renovar. te descobrir e renovar. te descobrir e renovar. te descobrir e renovar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tiago Bettencourt - "Caminho de voltar" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tudo se faz canção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;há sempre paz noutro lugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;te descobrir e renovar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/MtCCpWVwPG4/hqdefault.jpg)" height="60" width="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MtCCpWVwPG4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MtCCpWVwPG4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="150" height="60" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-3043060714282477326?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3043060714282477326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=3043060714282477326' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3043060714282477326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3043060714282477326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/tiago-bettencourt-caminho-de-voltar.html' title='Em Fuga... Para Ti.'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-1188183391263217099</id><published>2010-05-12T15:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T03:29:35.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para PMN :) Estou contigo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/RdB7VycXAcw/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdB7VycXAcw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdB7VycXAcw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="400" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-1188183391263217099?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1188183391263217099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=1188183391263217099' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1188183391263217099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1188183391263217099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/atreva-se-mude.html' title='Para PMN :) Estou contigo!'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-8127639020164161339</id><published>2010-05-10T13:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:56:52.779+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crescer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S-f0cFQ2MeI/AAAAAAAABco/XRkwTOEDVbA/s1600/BB87+postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469609035751109090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S-f0cFQ2MeI/AAAAAAAABco/XRkwTOEDVbA/s320/BB87+postcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Crescer é olharmos por nós. Deixarmos de estar à espera de encontrar, em todas as pessoas a quem dizemos «bom dia!», quem olhe por nós. Afinal, crescemos sempre que, no lugar de quem olha por nós, segue quem olha connosco. E, em vez de correr para nós, corra connosco. E não vivendo por nós nasça connosco… É isso que separa imaginar que se voa de aprender a voar.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eduardo Sá, in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chega-te a mim e deixa-te estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;[retirado do Elementos da Natureza que continua a existir para mim]&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/2564924329941286843-8127639020164161339?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8127639020164161339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=8127639020164161339' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8127639020164161339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8127639020164161339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/crescer.html' title='Crescer'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S-f0cFQ2MeI/AAAAAAAABco/XRkwTOEDVbA/s72-c/BB87+postcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-2196030235453876452</id><published>2010-05-06T14:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T14:36:56.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S-K32TKa4sI/AAAAAAAABcY/T9DH3qKAm_0/s1600/GB+49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468135041066001090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S-K32TKa4sI/AAAAAAAABcY/T9DH3qKAm_0/s200/GB+49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hoje em dia dou-me conta que sempre fui Super Mal Habituada pelos que estão ao meu redor... bem tratada, acarinhada, mimada... recuso-me a complicar a Vida que tenho... simples, serena e Muito Boa! Tudo o que seja diferente disto... pois que seja, mas Não, Obrigada, estou indisponível! :o)&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/2564924329941286843-2196030235453876452?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2196030235453876452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=2196030235453876452' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2196030235453876452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2196030235453876452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoje-em-dia-dou-me-conta-que-sempre-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S-K32TKa4sI/AAAAAAAABcY/T9DH3qKAm_0/s72-c/GB+49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-5053512797788280205</id><published>2010-05-02T19:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T19:53:11.577+02:00</updated><title type='text'>DOIS, Tiê</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/UKufqS68pGk/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UKufqS68pGk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UKufqS68pGk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="380" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A / Dm / F / E - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;F / C / G / Am - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;F / C / G / E&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/2564924329941286843-5053512797788280205?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5053512797788280205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=5053512797788280205' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5053512797788280205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5053512797788280205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/dois-tie.html' title='DOIS, Tiê'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-3919488345191716658</id><published>2010-05-02T19:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T19:15:38.087+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Namesake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S92w-xVMwpI/AAAAAAAABbo/9q-K7Mws9Lw/s1600/namesake-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466720115138282130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S92w-xVMwpI/AAAAAAAABbo/9q-K7Mws9Lw/s320/namesake-poster-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/JP4nq8q_bhQ/hqdefault.jpg)" height="40" width="125"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JP4nq8q_bhQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JP4nq8q_bhQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="125" height="40" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As tuas origens levam-te ao teu destino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tha Namesake adapta uma obra da escritora indiana Jhumpa Lahiri. Numa história de busca de identidade, das raízes ancestrais e do peso que um nome pode ter na vida de alguém, esta é uma narrativa que transmite uma extrema tranquilidade, com manisfestações emocionais interiores que transitam para o espectador sem imposições. É um prazer tremendo perceber o amor que une o casal Ashoke e Ashima, mesmo sem grandes demonstrações! É notável a capacidade de transmitir emoções e sentimentos sem muito dizer nem revelar, com uma serenidade absoluta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O cenário Indiano é sempre um presente incrível! The Namesake foi uma excelente companhia de Domingo... durante menos de duas horas o leque de emoções foi bem diversificado e rico. Adoro mimar-me e perceber que preciso de muito pouco para estar bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2564924329941286843-3919488345191716658?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3919488345191716658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=3919488345191716658' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3919488345191716658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3919488345191716658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/nitin-sawhney-namesake-opening-titles.html' title='The Namesake'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S92w-xVMwpI/AAAAAAAABbo/9q-K7Mws9Lw/s72-c/namesake-poster-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-6130976917677452794</id><published>2010-04-28T21:39:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:56:33.715+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia direi as palavras que hoje coloco no que faço!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S9iQpSrjsDI/AAAAAAAABbI/PkcbzOHc42c/s1600/p+a+l+a+v+r+a+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465277186877665330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S9iQpSrjsDI/AAAAAAAABbI/PkcbzOHc42c/s200/p+a+l+a+v+r+a+s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;há palavras que não dizemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;e que pomos sem dizê-las nas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;E as coisas guardam-nas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;e um dia respondem-nos com elas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;e salvam-nos o mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;como um amor secreto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;em cujos dois extremoshá uma só entrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não haverá alguma palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;dessas que não dizemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;que tenhamos colocado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;sem querer no nada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Roberto Juarroz&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/2564924329941286843-6130976917677452794?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6130976917677452794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=6130976917677452794' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6130976917677452794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6130976917677452794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-dia-direi-as-palavras-que-hoje.html' title='Um dia direi as palavras que hoje coloco no que faço!'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S9iQpSrjsDI/AAAAAAAABbI/PkcbzOHc42c/s72-c/p+a+l+a+v+r+a+s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-7551755999583110975</id><published>2010-04-26T03:15:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:12:48.223+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Toranja, ilustrado a violeta e laranja! :o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464248747839252370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S9TpSQtU55I/AAAAAAAABbA/kyCNiisKbJQ/s320/BB088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/ytfNGgarebM/hqdefault.jpg)" width="45" height="34"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytfNGgarebM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytfNGgarebM&amp;amp;hl=" width="45" height="34" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="never" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Dentro de mim. Por dentro de mim. É pena quase não poder ficar. És quente quando a luz te traz. Quase te vi amor. Quase nasci sem ti. Quase morri. Dentro de mim. Ficas dentro de mim. Por dentro de mim. Estás dentro de mim. &lt;strong&gt;Silêncio. &lt;/strong&gt;Lua. Casa. Chão. És sitio onde as mãos se dão. Quase larguei a dor. Quase perdi. Quase morri. (...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dança em mim! Mundo, vida e fim! Dorme aqui. Dentro de mim.. É pena quase não poder ficar. No sítio onde as mãos se dão. Quase fugi amor. Quase não vi. Vamos embora daqui. Para dentro de mim!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Toranja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É pena quase não poder ficar. No sítio onde as mãos se dão. Quase fugi. Quase não vi. Vamos embora daqui! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É pena quase não poder ficar. Quase fugi. Quase não vi. Vamos embora daqui! És sítio onde as mãos se dão. &lt;strong&gt;Silêncio.&lt;/strong&gt; Quase me perdi. Vamos embora daqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/2564924329941286843-7551755999583110975?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7551755999583110975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=7551755999583110975' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7551755999583110975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7551755999583110975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/toranja-ilustrado-violeta-e-laranja-o.html' title='Toranja, ilustrado a violeta e laranja! :o)'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S9TpSQtU55I/AAAAAAAABbA/kyCNiisKbJQ/s72-c/BB088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-793921234006880390</id><published>2010-04-23T20:05:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:47:31.822+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolas de Sabão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span height="85" width="40"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463395857337141234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S9Hhlf_rx_I/AAAAAAAABa4/2WNpkKn7aNo/s400/gaelle+boissonnard+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BLSPFO4Imvw&amp;amp;hl=" width="85" height="40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por vezes as palavras são como Bolas de Sabão... podemos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;olhá-las apenas e permanecer num silêncio tranquilo... um doce silêncio... um doce viver... E estar bem é sentirmo-nos acompanhados quando estamos sós... quando estamos acompanhados e não há palavras! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não preciso sempre das palavras... mas preciso sempre da tranquilidade do silêncio! Adoro partilhar Silêncios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&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/2564924329941286843-793921234006880390?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/793921234006880390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=793921234006880390' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/793921234006880390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/793921234006880390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/bolas-de-sabao.html' title='Bolas de Sabão'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S9Hhlf_rx_I/AAAAAAAABa4/2WNpkKn7aNo/s72-c/gaelle+boissonnard+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-7354124560216454801</id><published>2010-04-20T01:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:35:08.427+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiago Bettencourt &amp; Mantha "Se Cuidas de Mim"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/lOZW59MpUtc/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lOZW59MpUtc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lOZW59MpUtc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="360" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"4 causas... 4 vicios... 4 almas... 4 dedicações...". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pensa apenas em Ser Feliz! Uma Causa... Um Vício... Uma Alma... a Única Dedicação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-7354124560216454801?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7354124560216454801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=7354124560216454801' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7354124560216454801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7354124560216454801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/4-causas.html' title='Tiago Bettencourt &amp; Mantha &quot;Se Cuidas de Mim&quot;'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-7802634720234243707</id><published>2010-04-19T18:11:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:57:49.269+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S8yBYy5lj9I/AAAAAAAABao/PZ05YL3nDxo/s1600/Rosa+Branca+Iemanj%C3%A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461882711073722322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S8yBYy5lj9I/AAAAAAAABao/PZ05YL3nDxo/s200/Rosa+Branca+Iemanj%C3%A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fim de semana de Pequenos Grandes Prazeres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Jantarinho dos amigos das despedidas, com o anjinho Tomás, a delícia da noite! O Antes, o Durante e o Depois. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A família em volta de uma mesa simples e tão (nutricionalmente) completa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A tarde de Sábado com os meus amigos irmãos... com eles não fazer nada é tanto. O anjinho Tiago, o colinho, o choro, e planos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Jantarinho de um peixe partilhado q quase não foi tocado! O bom vinho... a comemoração da Liberdade dos indivíduos e da serenidade dos encontros! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma Oficina de dia inteiro de Mandalas... aprendizagens únicas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O pôr do sol... a areia comoda... os diversos cheiros em redor, os sons, as tonalidades do céu. A menina que sorria a dormir e o Tanto que me dá sempre, a partilha do bom e do mau, o sorriso, o abraço, a despedida com um até já. A conversa telefónica (ainda que fugaz) com a amiga companheira para alguns desabafos confidentes, entregues e recebidos! Para finalizar em grande, o incenso que se despediu serenamente e a vela que queimou até a presença consciente não ser mais perceptível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Felicidade é estar bem com o dia a dia e deixar fluir a cada momento... sinto que tenho muito e que sou um ser Feliz... Tenho talvez mais do que mereço! &lt;strong&gt;Grata a todos os que fizeram do meu fim de semana mais uma vivência tão especial... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A flor branca, entregue a Iemanjá num ritual é agora para vocês! Gosto-vos Muito, a vossa existência e a nossa partilha torna-me maior todos os dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S8yBPl3oWFI/AAAAAAAABag/XqgR6gEm5rM/s1600/Rosa+Branca+Iemanj%C3%A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-7802634720234243707?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7802634720234243707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=7802634720234243707' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7802634720234243707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7802634720234243707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/que-bom.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S8yBYy5lj9I/AAAAAAAABao/PZ05YL3nDxo/s72-c/Rosa+Branca+Iemanj%C3%A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-6261284651055670213</id><published>2010-04-16T15:24:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:55:24.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460728933243168658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S8hoCFioJ5I/AAAAAAAABaY/-pIzjmaqc0k/s400/25736_109151852440890_100000382269101_151114_5424378_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/pLcE2QxEIt4/hqdefault.jpg); WIDTH: 90px; HEIGHT: 30px" height="30" width="90"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLcE2QxEIt4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLcE2QxEIt4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="30" height="95" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta música é linda... A foto é de um dos sorrisos mais bonitos que conheço! Uma homenagem a esta &lt;a href="http://ameninaquesorriaadormir.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;estrelinha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;que está de partida! Voa sempre que desejares porque este sorriso existe onde quer que estejas, está em ti e é MARAVILHOSO! Gosto quase tanto de ti como do teu SORRISO!&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/2564924329941286843-6261284651055670213?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6261284651055670213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=6261284651055670213' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6261284651055670213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6261284651055670213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-smile.html' title='Just smile'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S8hoCFioJ5I/AAAAAAAABaY/-pIzjmaqc0k/s72-c/25736_109151852440890_100000382269101_151114_5424378_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-7616169127219018033</id><published>2010-04-13T09:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:46:45.278+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahadur Kaur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S8Qg8tVV06I/AAAAAAAABaQ/hlHkiZ3SLL0/s1600/Jardim_Zen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459524875613229986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S8Qg8tVV06I/AAAAAAAABaQ/hlHkiZ3SLL0/s320/Jardim_Zen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Pára por um momento. Inspira. Expira. Deixa que a mente se acalme. Agora é o momento para cuidares de ti.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-7616169127219018033?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7616169127219018033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=7616169127219018033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7616169127219018033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7616169127219018033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/bahadur-kaur.html' title='Bahadur Kaur'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S8Qg8tVV06I/AAAAAAAABaQ/hlHkiZ3SLL0/s72-c/Jardim_Zen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-2828040228166440638</id><published>2010-04-05T23:55:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:03:55.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De novo a aceitação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S7peMos_M5I/AAAAAAAABaI/728Lv7d_Y20/s1600/zazen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456777469690327954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S7peMos_M5I/AAAAAAAABaI/728Lv7d_Y20/s400/zazen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lao Tsé, o grande mestre do taoísmo, costumava dizer que devemos aceitar absolutamente tudo o que a vida nos enviar, seja bom ou ruim, sem qualquer luta ou resistência. Segundo ele, a entrega pacífica aos ditames da vida não constitui uma atitude de passividade ou inércia, mas de uma integração total com o fluxo da existência, que nos faz viver totalmente harmonizados com as forças do Universo.A verdadeira aceitação não traz nenhuma relutância e consiste em trabalhar com o que se apresenta como a única realidade possível, com a qual teremos de aprender a lidar.&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/2564924329941286843-2828040228166440638?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2828040228166440638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=2828040228166440638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2828040228166440638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2828040228166440638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/grande-duvida-grande-iluminacao.html' title='De novo a aceitação'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S7peMos_M5I/AAAAAAAABaI/728Lv7d_Y20/s72-c/zazen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-4197250591678537474</id><published>2010-04-04T12:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:30:32.442+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Páscoa Florida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S7hqDUIS2RI/AAAAAAAABZ4/xmQawTlu4gw/s1600/l_42fc095acd197920ae4c85accd9b6e8d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456227553735006482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S7hqDUIS2RI/AAAAAAAABZ4/xmQawTlu4gw/s200/l_42fc095acd197920ae4c85accd9b6e8d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;As flores na realidade são indestrutíveis, são eternas;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Elas simplesmente cedem o seu lugar às sementes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sementes que darão lugar a novas flores; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Novas flores que se eternizarão em outras novas flores, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;que por si encherão de sentido todas as vidas que as rodeiam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-4197250591678537474?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4197250591678537474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=4197250591678537474' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/4197250591678537474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/4197250591678537474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/pascoa-florida.html' title='Páscoa Florida...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S7hqDUIS2RI/AAAAAAAABZ4/xmQawTlu4gw/s72-c/l_42fc095acd197920ae4c85accd9b6e8d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-5466979543766165477</id><published>2010-04-02T22:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:07:31.562+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase Esqueci África... mas como África não se esquece...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S7ZPxbJxilI/AAAAAAAABZo/BhjKpLqxA10/s1600/tome%2BCathy_Delanssay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455635709126871634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S7ZPxbJxilI/AAAAAAAABZo/BhjKpLqxA10/s400/tome%2BCathy_Delanssay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="44" width="145"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3DydY8bHTyg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3DydY8bHTyg&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="145" height="44"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Esta belissima ilustração levou-me à busca de uma música... a escolha foi para a igualmente bela Rokia Traoré... a memória da Rokia em palco, é das mais bonitas de sempre!&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/2564924329941286843-5466979543766165477?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5466979543766165477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=5466979543766165477' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5466979543766165477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5466979543766165477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/quase-esqueci-africa-mas-como-africa.html' title='Quase Esqueci África... mas como África não se esquece...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S7ZPxbJxilI/AAAAAAAABZo/BhjKpLqxA10/s72-c/tome%2BCathy_Delanssay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-7495152300970611691</id><published>2010-03-31T21:15:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:23:35.561+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Entusiasmo vs Tranquilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S7OgdJaqWNI/AAAAAAAABZg/kM3ulFWj3P0/s1600/Jorge+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454879996280199378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S7OgdJaqWNI/AAAAAAAABZg/kM3ulFWj3P0/s320/Jorge+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454879631951238130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S7OgH8L3k_I/AAAAAAAABZY/b0mI9_7nBTQ/s320/Jorge+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Entusiasmante? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou Tranquilizante?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A mim, o que me tranquiliza entusiasma-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-7495152300970611691?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7495152300970611691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=7495152300970611691' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7495152300970611691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7495152300970611691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/entusiamo-vs-tranquilidade.html' title='Entusiasmo vs Tranquilidade'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S7OgdJaqWNI/AAAAAAAABZg/kM3ulFWj3P0/s72-c/Jorge+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-2816807865920748387</id><published>2010-03-24T02:25:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T02:33:14.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mexico é já aqui ao lado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452005740961350994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6lqVd9kRVI/AAAAAAAABZI/FTVsALxmj_0/s400/experience.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452005720187202546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 42px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6lqUQkn6_I/AAAAAAAABY4/utmfgew1LOI/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem me conhece um pouco (já que nem eu me conheço realmente), sabe que quando uma ideia passa a ser presença em mim... é quase um objectivo... e este começa a parecer-me... tão bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452005736385089714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6lqVM6gELI/AAAAAAAABZA/ElbBtHAqd-M/s400/map1_santa_fe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-2816807865920748387?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2816807865920748387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=2816807865920748387' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2816807865920748387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2816807865920748387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_24.html' title='New Mexico é já aqui ao lado...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6lqVd9kRVI/AAAAAAAABZI/FTVsALxmj_0/s72-c/experience.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-8048002028491820817</id><published>2010-03-23T00:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:02:26.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'>f o c a r - m e</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6f41jpCSKI/AAAAAAAABYw/5Jyc8RLhtAc/s1600-h/focar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451599472939387042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6f41jpCSKI/AAAAAAAABYw/5Jyc8RLhtAc/s320/focar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim, por vezes aquele que julgo ser o meu espaço de liberdade é a minha prisão! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Preciso de voltar o foco para mim mesma... este é o tempo de me Reinventar... porque é sempre tempo para cuidar de nós próprios! Tenho de parar de me distrair e focar-me, simplesmente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="65" width="120"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLvbmpmKylM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLvbmpmKylM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="120" height="65"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Deva Premal - Moola Mantra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-8048002028491820817?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8048002028491820817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=8048002028491820817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8048002028491820817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8048002028491820817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/f-o-c-r-m-e.html' title='f o c a r - m e'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6f41jpCSKI/AAAAAAAABYw/5Jyc8RLhtAc/s72-c/focar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-3176692370966025013</id><published>2010-03-21T02:06:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T02:28:05.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite de Sábado plena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450887811515382130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6VxlaPheXI/AAAAAAAABYI/oTbvnHpAIEc/s200/agua_cartel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Aos 8 anos de idade, na Índia dos anos 30, Chuyia é já viúva e nunca conheceu o marido. De acordo com a tradição, é enviada para uma casa, onde as viúvas ficam isoladas da sociedade até ao final das suas vidas. Lá, conhece Kalyani, uma bela e jovem viúva de quem se torna amiga, que ousa desafiar as regras apaixonando-se por um jovem e também ele está disposto a confrontar a tradição. No momento em que as ideologias de Ghandi ganham peso e as pessoas se começam a questionar sobre a religião, a sociedade e os direitos das mulheres, estas duas jovens poderão ver os seus percursos de vida alterarem-se radicalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450887846315715506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6Vxnb4ka7I/AAAAAAAABYo/MeGM74qVl1g/s200/agua2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;O Amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6VxnNKANWI/AAAAAAAABYg/NflKJjwNZMY/s1600-h/ZZ033F89F7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450887842362307938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6VxnNKANWI/AAAAAAAABYg/NflKJjwNZMY/s200/ZZ033F89F7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os Rituais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450887829348192210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6VxmcrMj9I/AAAAAAAABYY/r9Dsm5ygVyE/s200/ZZ4F9ABEC7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A Partilha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450887823707372386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6VxmHqUe2I/AAAAAAAABYQ/YFQhhrrlTy8/s200/agua-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Olhar da Esperança... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RewNn2r2P3g&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RewNn2r2P3g&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Impactante... Único!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-3176692370966025013?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3176692370966025013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=3176692370966025013' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3176692370966025013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3176692370966025013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/noite-de-sabado-plena.html' title='Noite de Sábado plena'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6VxlaPheXI/AAAAAAAABYI/oTbvnHpAIEc/s72-c/agua_cartel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-8903581804977452063</id><published>2010-03-20T17:11:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:03:27.238+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, Pray and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450756756519586738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6T6ZAVpC7I/AAAAAAAABXQ/N_Mfu4YBWdo/s200/eat_pray_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;O livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450756762189545330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6T6ZVddv3I/AAAAAAAABXY/DP4lg8Y5SBw/s200/ElizabethGilbert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;A autora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/crNaJjfY57g&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/crNaJjfY57g&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;O f&lt;/span&gt;ilm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;O filme estreia em Agosto nos EUA. Ver a estreia por lá é algo que me anima... Aguardo este filme com imenso entusiasmo! Acabará a ser um Drama que muitos vão criticar... para mim será sempre especial pelo tanto que me marcou o livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2564924329941286843-8903581804977452063?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8903581804977452063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=8903581804977452063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8903581804977452063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8903581804977452063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Eat, Pray and Love'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6T6ZAVpC7I/AAAAAAAABXQ/N_Mfu4YBWdo/s72-c/eat_pray_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-5247834469463786528</id><published>2010-03-19T18:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:21:52.744+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há uma voz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6OyMyI1FCI/AAAAAAAABXI/y8WV_CyXnHU/s1600-h/sozinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450395906735412258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6OyMyI1FCI/AAAAAAAABXI/y8WV_CyXnHU/s200/sozinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Há uma voz contida que me diz&lt;br /&gt;Que por mais que te ame&lt;br /&gt;Jamais te viverei.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o sossego abraça-me&lt;br /&gt;E diz-me ao ouvido a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Que os dias deixarão de ser (ainda) mais longos&lt;br /&gt;As viagens menos distantes&lt;br /&gt;E que as mãos se descruzarão do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Desenlaçando os apertos de tudo o que não é&lt;br /&gt;Há uma voz contida que me diz&lt;br /&gt;Que amar-te e viver-te&lt;br /&gt;Não fazem parte da mesma folha em que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;Nem do mesmo livro.&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo da minha vida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Retirado de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oladobdalua.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://oladobdalua.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adorei e faz todo o sentido...&lt;/div&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/2564924329941286843-5247834469463786528?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5247834469463786528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=5247834469463786528' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5247834469463786528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5247834469463786528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/ha-uma-voz.html' title='Há uma voz'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S6OyMyI1FCI/AAAAAAAABXI/y8WV_CyXnHU/s72-c/sozinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-6957409581003254987</id><published>2010-03-13T19:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:32:37.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora em Indiano -  :o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5vaJrwUmxI/AAAAAAAABXA/oSNAaeV3QUc/s1600-h/Namaste11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448188034133826322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5vaJrwUmxI/AAAAAAAABXA/oSNAaeV3QUc/s200/Namaste11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;koi bhi aaisa lamha nahin hai&lt;br /&gt;jisme mere tu hota nahin hai&lt;br /&gt;main so bhi jau raato mein lekin&lt;br /&gt;tu hai ki mujhmein sotha nahin hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haan tu hai haan tu hai / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;meri kwaabo mein tu / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;irradon mein tu hai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-6957409581003254987?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6957409581003254987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=6957409581003254987' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6957409581003254987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6957409581003254987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/agora-em-indiano-o.html' title='Agora em Indiano -  :o)'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5vaJrwUmxI/AAAAAAAABXA/oSNAaeV3QUc/s72-c/Namaste11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-3213038803242101448</id><published>2010-03-13T16:58:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:34:28.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantra Session by Renato Motha &amp; Patricia Lobato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5u97cYpmnI/AAAAAAAABW4/kACfIRUCdxg/s1600-h/Shabds-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448157003164260978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5u97cYpmnI/AAAAAAAABW4/kACfIRUCdxg/s200/Shabds-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Renato Motha e Patricia Lobato promovem em SHABDS para a paz, um inusitado encontro entre as culturas musicais brasileira e indiana, reunindo riquezas e singularidades existentes em ambas, criando assim uma seqüência original de mantras, compostos, interpretados e arranjados pelo duo. Mantras da tradição indiana revestidos por melodias, harmonias e ritmos brasileiros.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tw320Ix_7GM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tw320Ix_7GM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Parar é suficiente para que o inesperado aconteça... sem saber como algo de muito especial se aproxima de nós... que presente lindo este... tinha de partilhar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-3213038803242101448?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3213038803242101448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=3213038803242101448' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3213038803242101448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3213038803242101448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/mantra-session-by-renato-motha-patricia.html' title='Mantra Session by Renato Motha &amp; Patricia Lobato'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5u97cYpmnI/AAAAAAAABW4/kACfIRUCdxg/s72-c/Shabds-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-7508767142347137449</id><published>2010-03-12T13:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:00:47.805+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aconteceu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Como pode alguém sonhar com o impossível?&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar já é uma forma de acontecer." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lucas da Silva e Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5o5rpd4JII/AAAAAAAABWo/iwWAjIMWINM/s1600-h/sonhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447730121286362242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5o5rpd4JII/AAAAAAAABWo/iwWAjIMWINM/s400/sonhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que noite deliciosa... que sonho incrível! Valeu pela simplicidade, pela harmonia, pelo encontro, pela pertilha e principalmente pela serenidade! E é tão bom quando ao fim de um ano percebo que realizo, ainda que em sonhos, o que sonho há tanto tempo... porque enquanto sonho o (im)possível acontece! Grata ao meu inconsciente por me permitir uma plenitude tão especial e única!&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/2564924329941286843-7508767142347137449?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7508767142347137449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=7508767142347137449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7508767142347137449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/7508767142347137449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/aconteceu.html' title='Aconteceu'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5o5rpd4JII/AAAAAAAABWo/iwWAjIMWINM/s72-c/sonhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-5175433027824963871</id><published>2010-03-10T23:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:51:35.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5giAEX7sFI/AAAAAAAABWg/a3G40ZXPrjg/s1600-h/ATgAAAAkKgCNKCQ5Pqx-aU-y9Kj6UW5KBnya8xZQIRFoQEWb-mC8lhNx5nL4nMB0sc0bF6-jrq7TLYwixcaj3Ue0-PoqAJtU9VANPonuV09DXWzYQAax_VJJ9Q75Sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447141133874081874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5giAEX7sFI/AAAAAAAABWg/a3G40ZXPrjg/s320/ATgAAAAkKgCNKCQ5Pqx-aU-y9Kj6UW5KBnya8xZQIRFoQEWb-mC8lhNx5nL4nMB0sc0bF6-jrq7TLYwixcaj3Ue0-PoqAJtU9VANPonuV09DXWzYQAax_VJJ9Q75Sw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Eu te recebo de pés descalços: esta é minha humildade e esta nudez de pés é a minha ousadia." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&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/2564924329941286843-5175433027824963871?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5175433027824963871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=5175433027824963871' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5175433027824963871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5175433027824963871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-te-recebo-de-pes-descalcos-esta-e.html' title=''/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5giAEX7sFI/AAAAAAAABWg/a3G40ZXPrjg/s72-c/ATgAAAAkKgCNKCQ5Pqx-aU-y9Kj6UW5KBnya8xZQIRFoQEWb-mC8lhNx5nL4nMB0sc0bF6-jrq7TLYwixcaj3Ue0-PoqAJtU9VANPonuV09DXWzYQAax_VJJ9Q75Sw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-921500566194895692</id><published>2010-03-06T15:36:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:12:53.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha caminhada é desenhada dia após dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445533810067147634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5JsJglui3I/AAAAAAAABWY/UamZKYw5o6k/s320/meditating.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Pára por um momento. Inspira. Expira. Deixa que a mente se acalme. Agora é o momento para cuidares de ti.” &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bahadur Kaur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445533228247296626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5JrnpJEKnI/AAAAAAAABV4/soYAT7Mdu0w/s320/Nova+imagem+(4).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um lindo céu em Santa Fé, New Mexico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5Jr96UIbwI/AAAAAAAABWQ/J9ceQNj_S7s/s1600-h/2624622537_f9ce861c4b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445533610814238466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5Jr96UIbwI/AAAAAAAABWQ/J9ceQNj_S7s/s320/2624622537_f9ce861c4b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cordas... percussão e voz...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445530025639416402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5JotOf2ElI/AAAAAAAABVo/jb1bRoSWpeM/s320/IMG_3104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“A experiência vai-te dar o poder de partilhar e tu vais necessitar de força para te cuidares. Onde quer que vás, cresce e brilha!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yogi Bhajan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Um novo Enamoramento!!! &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/2564924329941286843-921500566194895692?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/921500566194895692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=921500566194895692' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/921500566194895692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/921500566194895692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/minha-caminhada-e-desenhada-dia-apos.html' title='A minha caminhada é desenhada dia após dia...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S5JsJglui3I/AAAAAAAABWY/UamZKYw5o6k/s72-c/meditating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-6433328274229793091</id><published>2010-02-20T12:29:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:48:16.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ONCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ainda estou emocionada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Único! Isto sim é Amor Verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque Muitas Vezes Amar é Deixar Partir e Partir Também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/726SFblz9Lk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/726SFblz9Lk&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Glen Hansard e Markéta Irglová são músicos, e não actores. O par é sem dúvida talentoso, e possui a química necessária para tornar a relação deles natural. Todas as músicas foram escritas pelos músicos que interpretam as personagens principais. As personagens de "Once" estão frequentemente divididas entre o que são, e o que gostariam de ser. É uma relação cujos intervenientes gostavam que evoluísse, embora conscientes de que tal seria impossível. No final, existe a possibilidade de um futuro feliz para os infortúnios amorosos do passado, através da ajuda que cada um providenciou ao outro no presente. É uma conclusão que, não agradando decerto a muitos, consegue ser honesta, como até ali tudo o que lhe precedeu havia sido. O relacionamento deles jamais surge como a solução dos seus problemas (sentimentais ou monetários). E ainda bem. Este é um filme com uma surpreendente noção da realidade, e isso é visível por diversas vezes. O interesse principal recai, então, na música. E é nesse departamento que o filme atinge o seu expoente máximo. &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/2564924329941286843-6433328274229793091?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6433328274229793091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=6433328274229793091' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6433328274229793091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6433328274229793091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/once.html' title='ONCE'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-4753666448467202855</id><published>2010-02-18T01:52:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T02:06:31.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3yQuAi2lRI/AAAAAAAABVg/hHfAi9HMMXk/s1600-h/fotocapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439381570051282194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3yQuAi2lRI/AAAAAAAABVg/hHfAi9HMMXk/s400/fotocapa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sinopse: Candy é uma pintora jovem e talentosa e Dan, um poeta promissor. Ambos são viciados em drogas. Quando se encontram, é amor à primeira vista. No início, sentem como se tivessem encontrado o paraíso. Mas, como em todos os paraísos, também neste há um pecado original: a heroína. Ambos acreditam que a felicidade não tem limites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para mim foi Intenso e Impactante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;também gostei muito da fotografia e da Banda Sonora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EohTeJE8Q5E&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EohTeJE8Q5E&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-4753666448467202855?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4753666448467202855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=4753666448467202855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/4753666448467202855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/4753666448467202855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/candy.html' title='Candy'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3yQuAi2lRI/AAAAAAAABVg/hHfAi9HMMXk/s72-c/fotocapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-4765030594079666937</id><published>2010-02-15T17:38:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:48:07.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;A agitação artística de Barcelona! nem acredito que a Viagem ficou perdida... deve ser uma forma de criar espaços para outras... é como é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3l5Na4T1ZI/AAAAAAAABVQ/syqT_XORkLA/s1600-h/111524061_3337b002f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438511296487347602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3l5Na4T1ZI/AAAAAAAABVQ/syqT_XORkLA/s200/111524061_3337b002f3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3l4-pv-0rI/AAAAAAAABVA/h5lN9ZoW7b0/s1600-h/441874096_e2e8b3652b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438511042780910258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3l4-pv-0rI/AAAAAAAABVA/h5lN9ZoW7b0/s200/441874096_e2e8b3652b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3l4-cJXAvI/AAAAAAAABU4/rkkljw_4tnU/s1600-h/389500025_1b64262734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438511039129256690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3l4-cJXAvI/AAAAAAAABU4/rkkljw_4tnU/s200/389500025_1b64262734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3l4-S2_YWI/AAAAAAAABUw/WOGi1U04gqg/s1600-h/265375031_1d49a77bb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438511036636291426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3l4-S2_YWI/AAAAAAAABUw/WOGi1U04gqg/s200/265375031_1d49a77bb4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438511523291517090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3l5anyo0KI/AAAAAAAABVY/6nboeC9WgYA/s200/3663297224_ba6c88518e.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Aqui estariamos muito melhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;[As fotos são do mesmo link do post anterior... adoro-as]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2564924329941286843-4765030594079666937?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4765030594079666937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=4765030594079666937' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/4765030594079666937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/4765030594079666937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/barcelona.html' title='Barcelona'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3l5Na4T1ZI/AAAAAAAABVQ/syqT_XORkLA/s72-c/111524061_3337b002f3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-1929129453391632559</id><published>2010-02-14T21:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:17:40.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Veneza - Cidade do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438194044756816386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3hYq8Ff8gI/AAAAAAAABUQ/STG9Dl0m3Kw/s200/veneza+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bcnbits/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/bcnbits/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3hYrbbDEZI/AAAAAAAABUg/Y7Lvclw6npY/s1600-h/veneza+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438194053168697746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3hYrbbDEZI/AAAAAAAABUg/Y7Lvclw6npY/s200/veneza+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3hYrAfI4fI/AAAAAAAABUY/yjLxKm8Rv2w/s1600-h/veneza+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438194045938098674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3hYrAfI4fI/AAAAAAAABUY/yjLxKm8Rv2w/s200/veneza+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3hYqhr7EMI/AAAAAAAABUI/BAzXLZ4S82I/s1600-h/veneza+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438194037670219970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3hYqhr7EMI/AAAAAAAABUI/BAzXLZ4S82I/s200/veneza+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3hYqcL0U1I/AAAAAAAABUA/Bz6pudZeoF8/s1600-h/veneza+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438194036193383250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3hYqcL0U1I/AAAAAAAABUA/Bz6pudZeoF8/s200/veneza+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mágica Veneza fotografada, e com uns pózinhos, por MorBCN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Adorei relembrar a Magia de Veneza e tudo o que a envolve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para mim a Cidade do Amor não é Paris, mas sim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;VENEZA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-1929129453391632559?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1929129453391632559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=1929129453391632559' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1929129453391632559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/1929129453391632559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/veneza-cidade-do-amor.html' title='Veneza - Cidade do Amor'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3hYq8Ff8gI/AAAAAAAABUQ/STG9Dl0m3Kw/s72-c/veneza+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-2043590953341396802</id><published>2010-02-10T01:28:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T01:46:52.858+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Certezas Incertas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3IBX57gijI/AAAAAAAABTw/rVZsN6bQI7Q/s1600-h/zen-abre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436409210388646450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3IBX57gijI/AAAAAAAABTw/rVZsN6bQI7Q/s200/zen-abre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"O que tenho para te dar? Uma gramática de sentimentos" ... de volta a Nuno Júdice e ao "Estado dos Campos". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje é o dia das questões inquestionáveis... quase sempre oiço o que esperava ouvir, encontro o que esperava encontrar e alcanço o que esperava alcançar! Ainda assim... quase sempre o que oiço me surpreende, o que encontro me espanta e o que alcanço me ultrapassa! Hoje, também foi assim, e surpreendi-me, e espantei-me, e ultrapassei-me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela que é, muitas vezes, a nossa maior certeza, pode tornar-se, momentaneamente, uma grande novidade! Certeza certeza, neste momento, só a da impermanência de tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/2564924329941286843-2043590953341396802?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2043590953341396802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=2043590953341396802' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2043590953341396802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2043590953341396802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/certezas-incertas.html' title='Certezas Incertas'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3IBX57gijI/AAAAAAAABTw/rVZsN6bQI7Q/s72-c/zen-abre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-2342517670019283916</id><published>2010-02-08T22:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:33:41.918+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Completamente rendida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3CAMi0DYTI/AAAAAAAABTg/_JoenuMJyg0/s1600-h/tm31_bimby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435985703228105010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3CAMi0DYTI/AAAAAAAABTg/_JoenuMJyg0/s200/tm31_bimby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Entrada: Sopa de Couve Branca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prato Principal: Lasanha de Soja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebida: Limonada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sobremesa: Gelado de Morango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fiquei rendida... e o teu livrinho ficou comigo amiga :) mais um motivo para ir ao vosso encontro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2564924329941286843-2342517670019283916?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2342517670019283916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=2342517670019283916' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2342517670019283916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2342517670019283916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/completamente-rendida.html' title='Completamente rendida!'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S3CAMi0DYTI/AAAAAAAABTg/_JoenuMJyg0/s72-c/tm31_bimby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-805170217734903157</id><published>2010-02-04T00:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:11:13.918+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yogui Bhajan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S2oCacV4tRI/AAAAAAAABTY/NmT4PPZmDgw/s1600-h/img_yoguibhajan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434158553683768594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S2oCacV4tRI/AAAAAAAABTY/NmT4PPZmDgw/s200/img_yoguibhajan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;“Puedes cruzar montañas, océanos, superar tragedias, dificultades, responsabilidades, con solamente una cosa: Confianza en ti mismo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-805170217734903157?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/805170217734903157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=805170217734903157' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/805170217734903157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/805170217734903157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/yogui-bhajan.html' title='Yogui Bhajan'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S2oCacV4tRI/AAAAAAAABTY/NmT4PPZmDgw/s72-c/img_yoguibhajan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-3121558708884269244</id><published>2010-02-03T00:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:46:21.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltou a mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seu Jorge é arrebatador, polémico, completo, único, Louco e Muito Especial... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje recordei-o, e a uma das músicas dele de que mais gosto! Como se o tivesse diante de mim... ainda que apenas me tenha entrada pelo sentido da audição! Pois para ele, segundo a música, a sua musa também o presenteou pelo sentido da visão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pa3NJaZBV0o&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pa3NJaZBV0o&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seu Jorge em Cuidar de Mim, Novembro de 2007, na Casa da Música, um dos concertos da minha vida... Nunca outro concerto será como este, como em tudo na Vida!!! &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/2564924329941286843-3121558708884269244?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3121558708884269244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=3121558708884269244' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3121558708884269244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/3121558708884269244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/voltou-mim.html' title='Voltou a mim'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-5425005884051028826</id><published>2010-01-25T17:15:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:37:32.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S13Hcl7FhNI/AAAAAAAABTQ/EcISOdfeQNM/s1600-h/lama_lobsang_meditation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430716019708888274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S13Hcl7FhNI/AAAAAAAABTQ/EcISOdfeQNM/s320/lama_lobsang_meditation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atenção Plena e Calma Mental &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No estado de meditação focada num só ponto (Single point) todos os pensamentos se derretem, tornam-se num, silenciando e acalmando a mente. A meditação focada num ponto e a meditação analitica são métodos para desenvolver a Mindfulness (atenção plena no momento presente). Cometemos muitos erros porque não estamos atentos, perdemos a atenção plena no momento presente. Por isso, ao tornamo-nos mais atentos, criaremos menos problemas, trazendo assim mais paz e felicidade às nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;[este mês passo a ser uma das privilegiadas alunas do Venerável &lt;strong&gt;Tulku Lama Lobsang&lt;/strong&gt;... era algo que queria muito e começar com um retiro de quatro dias enche-me de ilusão e alegria]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-5425005884051028826?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5425005884051028826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=5425005884051028826' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5425005884051028826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5425005884051028826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/mindfulness.html' title='Mindfulness'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S13Hcl7FhNI/AAAAAAAABTQ/EcISOdfeQNM/s72-c/lama_lobsang_meditation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-8556724112869355226</id><published>2010-01-19T02:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:11:15.534+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga e Mudras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S1UGlA8BPeI/AAAAAAAABTA/aVRrSnpJUok/s1600-h/mudras-003.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428252158841667042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S1UGlA8BPeI/AAAAAAAABTA/aVRrSnpJUok/s200/mudras-003.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheguei mais enriquecida... quando faz sentido, é suficiente! Quanto às aprendizagens... sinto sempre como primeiros passos, neste caso primeiros mudras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/2564924329941286843-8556724112869355226?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8556724112869355226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=8556724112869355226' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8556724112869355226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/8556724112869355226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/yoga-e-mudras.html' title='Yoga e Mudras'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S1UGlA8BPeI/AAAAAAAABTA/aVRrSnpJUok/s72-c/mudras-003.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-6763797349480755195</id><published>2010-01-16T01:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T01:44:34.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuga?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S1ELU-vdlNI/AAAAAAAABSw/BB9tSCsjCNM/s1600-h/SensualTouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427131481025516754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S1ELU-vdlNI/AAAAAAAABSw/BB9tSCsjCNM/s400/SensualTouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;talvez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564924329941286843-6763797349480755195?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6763797349480755195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=6763797349480755195' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6763797349480755195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/6763797349480755195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuga.html' title='Fuga?'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S1ELU-vdlNI/AAAAAAAABSw/BB9tSCsjCNM/s72-c/SensualTouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-5932439498922742974</id><published>2010-01-13T03:11:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T03:37:21.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de Semana comigo mesma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426046625625161170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S00wqFcYPdI/AAAAAAAABSo/XRmMw7zR8No/s320/3761671160_7383812535.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;O Espaço exterior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426044130899928418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S00uY33iJWI/AAAAAAAABSQ/gEg4-9EcHPg/s320/banner_casa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;O Espaço interior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S00uZI0WctI/AAAAAAAABSY/a9Xz2NBSXas/s1600-h/1_dia_3_1_20081216_1867166463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426044135449981650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S00uZI0WctI/AAAAAAAABSY/a9Xz2NBSXas/s320/1_dia_3_1_20081216_1867166463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A atitude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;“La mente debe danzar con el cuerpo, y el universo entero es el escenario. Trata de sentir que lo que estés haciendo, sea lo que sea, es la cosa más bella, la más bella danza, porque estás danzando con el universo entero. No resientas nada. Deja que tu corazón te guíe, libre de todo resentimiento”&lt;br /&gt;Yogui Bhajan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Não sei bem para onde vou, algures ao redor de Vigo, nem o que vou encontrar! Sei que preciso de me retirar para me restaurar... creio que comigo será sempre assim! E que bom que está para muito breve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/2564924329941286843-5932439498922742974?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5932439498922742974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=5932439498922742974' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5932439498922742974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/5932439498922742974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/fim-de-semana-so-para-mim.html' title='Fim de Semana comigo mesma...'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S00wqFcYPdI/AAAAAAAABSo/XRmMw7zR8No/s72-c/3761671160_7383812535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564924329941286843.post-2037946349073013642</id><published>2010-01-12T14:13:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:30:34.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hoje, ao pensar em mim e nas minhas opções de vida... os trabalhos que larguei, as pessoas de quem me afastei, o que deixei para encontrar espaços, os caminhos que percorri ao longos destes 30 anos... senti-me, uma vez mais, grata à vida e às oportunidades que se me apresentam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425842805498192690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S0x3SMTUIzI/AAAAAAAABSI/3np3ggmzEzA/s320/caminho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A vida nem sempre é como eu mais desejaria... como idealizo a cada dias que passa! Mas a minha vida é boa, ou pelo menos é assim que a vivo e sinto! Quase a completar 31 anos, e por isso já nos "intas" aos quais tanta gente apresenta aversão, estou Muito Feliz e Orgulhosa de todas as minhas opções até ao dia de hoje e do Caminho que percorro dia-a-dia! Gostaria de continuar a caminhar com a mesma filosofia... e o que mudar, que seja sempre para me enrriquecer enquanto ser humano, e para que a minha vida e a dos que me rodeiam, possa ser também mais preenchida do que é Bom Viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;[a bonita aguarela é de Alice PriNa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/2564924329941286843-2037946349073013642?l=gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2037946349073013642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564924329941286843&amp;postID=2037946349073013642' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2037946349073013642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564924329941286843/posts/default/2037946349073013642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramaticadesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-meu-caminho.html' title='O meu caminho'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02925373143258553861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/Sn4RHDmKJmI/AAAAAAAABFw/VVW6awhAQck/S220/2428569055_dcba0b865c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Embj0tjgWek/S0x3SMTUIzI/AAAAAAAABSI/3np3ggmzEzA/s72-c/caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
