<?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-909543664675469736</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:39:14.524-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao Ponto de Pensar</title><subtitle type='html'>Este espaço foi criado para todos, que assim como eu,adoram viajar no mundo das letras, dos sons e das imagens com o objetivo principal de estabelecer a paz e a centralidade dos pensamentos para agir com segurança e determinação.Venha! vamos viajar!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aopontodepensar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909543664675469736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopontodepensar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Conceição F. da Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01183320122418495072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SX0a-VLzWHI/AAAAAAAAADs/pHPy9ZiDJr0/S220/DSC00765.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909543664675469736.post-3732893209028532051</id><published>2009-01-19T20:30:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:23:03.365-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Grão de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SXUES2VObqI/AAAAAAAAADM/DBhZdMHlitQ/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293141658912583330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SXUES2VObqI/AAAAAAAAADM/DBhZdMHlitQ/s200/DSC01027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SXUAgTu6kvI/AAAAAAAAADE/BfV9CCvvHVw/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293137492096750322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SXUAgTu6kvI/AAAAAAAAADE/BfV9CCvvHVw/s200/DSC00995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grão de Amor&lt;br /&gt;Arnaldo Antunes&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Carlinhos Brown / Marisa Monte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe sim.......Mas só se for,,,,,,, Pra ir ali.... E pra voltar...Me deixe sim....Meu grão de amor...Mas nunca deixe....De me amar....Agora as noites são tão longas....No escuro eu penso em te encontrar....Me deixe só.....Até a hora de voltar.....Me esqueça sim.....Pra não sofrer.....Pra não chorar....Pra não sentir....Me esqueça sim....Que eu quero ver.....Você tentar...Sem conseguir....A cama agora está tão fria.....Ainda sinto seu calor....Me esqueça sim....Mas nunca esqueça o meu amor....É só você que vem...No meu cantar meu bem.....É só pensar que vem....Láia laia.....Me cobre mil telefonemas....Depois me cubra de paixão....Me pegue bem....Misture alma e coração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meu coração atravessou o oceano atlântico, e me deixou como essa música, sabem???? as grandes descobertas nos fazem refletir sobre quem somos... onde vamos e quem nos conquista....fui conquistada pelo aconchego de amigos e pessoas maravilhosas... jamais esquecerei os momentos felizes que passei nas terras de Cabral.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/909543664675469736-3732893209028532051?l=aopontodepensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aopontodepensar.blogspot.com/feeds/3732893209028532051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=909543664675469736&amp;postID=3732893209028532051' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909543664675469736/posts/default/3732893209028532051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909543664675469736/posts/default/3732893209028532051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopontodepensar.blogspot.com/2009/01/gro-de-amor-arnaldo-antunes-composio.html' title='Meu Grão de Amor'/><author><name>Conceição F. da Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01183320122418495072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SX0a-VLzWHI/AAAAAAAAADs/pHPy9ZiDJr0/S220/DSC00765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SXUES2VObqI/AAAAAAAAADM/DBhZdMHlitQ/s72-c/DSC01027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909543664675469736.post-8727005531410308044</id><published>2009-01-05T16:46:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:55:52.742-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SWJWOo62J9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/NNsBfDkbrB4/s1600-h/Imagem+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287883721988777938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SWJWOo62J9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/NNsBfDkbrB4/s200/Imagem+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caminhando contra ao vento sem lenço sem documento eu vou!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas descobertas.... e desilusões sofremos ao longo do caminho mais todos fazem o percurso da vida......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo a vida por ela nos dá a oportunidade de viver sem vergonha de ser feliz!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909543664675469736-8727005531410308044?l=aopontodepensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SWJWOo62J9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/NNsBfDkbrB4/s72-c/Imagem+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909543664675469736.post-8184687662840779198</id><published>2008-12-08T22:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:21:25.951-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Canção do mar no you tube (Dulce Pontes)&lt;br /&gt;A minha melhor viagem através da história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQnwRB4bQPo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQnwRB4bQPo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909543664675469736-8184687662840779198?l=aopontodepensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SX0a-VLzWHI/AAAAAAAAADs/pHPy9ZiDJr0/S220/DSC00765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909543664675469736.post-1336792353765428716</id><published>2008-12-08T22:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:10:11.512-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KznfREPueU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KznfREPueU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abismo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909543664675469736-1336792353765428716?l=aopontodepensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aopontodepensar.blogspot.com/feeds/1336792353765428716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=909543664675469736&amp;postID=1336792353765428716' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909543664675469736/posts/default/1336792353765428716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909543664675469736/posts/default/1336792353765428716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopontodepensar.blogspot.com/2008/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Conceição F. da Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01183320122418495072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SX0a-VLzWHI/AAAAAAAAADs/pHPy9ZiDJr0/S220/DSC00765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909543664675469736.post-1604922959873537501</id><published>2008-12-08T21:39:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:57:02.247-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SWJVSEFIstI/AAAAAAAAAC0/H5u6lNIBmXw/s1600-h/Imagem+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/ST2xDyWHyjI/AAAAAAAAACU/vBKDZYVpvrE/s1600-h/eu.BMP"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ainda bem!!!Que você vive comigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Porque senão, como seria esta vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sei lá, sei lá.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Nos dias frios em que nós estamos juntos......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Nos abraçamos sob o nosso conforto.....De amar, de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Se há dores tudo fica mais fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Seu rosto silencia e faz parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;As flores que me manda são fato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Do nosso cuidado e entrega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Meus beijos sem os seus não dariam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Os dias chegariam sem paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu corpo sem o seu uma parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Seria o acaso e não sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Entre tantos anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Entre tantos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Que sorte a nossa hein?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Entre tantas paixões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Esse encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Nós dois, esse amor. (Vanessa da Mata)&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/909543664675469736-1604922959873537501?l=aopontodepensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aopontodepensar.blogspot.com/feeds/1604922959873537501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=909543664675469736&amp;postID=1604922959873537501' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909543664675469736/posts/default/1604922959873537501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909543664675469736/posts/default/1604922959873537501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopontodepensar.blogspot.com/2008/12/ainda-bemque-voc-vive-comigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Conceição F. da Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01183320122418495072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SX0a-VLzWHI/AAAAAAAAADs/pHPy9ZiDJr0/S220/DSC00765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909543664675469736.post-37113238514420722</id><published>2008-11-23T16:50:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:26:39.350-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SSmsgNit0AI/AAAAAAAAACM/9OEj-ssZAXk/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271934508204937218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SSmsgNit0AI/AAAAAAAAACM/9OEj-ssZAXk/s200/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SSmm_yWfh2I/AAAAAAAAACE/kFBAk5uSKnw/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271928453591959394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SSmm_yWfh2I/AAAAAAAAACE/kFBAk5uSKnw/s320/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você diz que é luxo e prazer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ele diz que a vida e viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ela diz que melhor é morrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois amada não é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o verbo é sofrer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E não ter a vergonha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De ser feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cantar e cantar e cantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A beleza de ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um eterno aprendiz... (Gonzaquinha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Gonzaguinha" me faz refletir, como seria magnifico ter a pureza das respostas das crianças, e não estar sempre se decepcionando com o ser humano e acreditar que quando eles eram e simplesmente por não ter coragem de arriscar o melhor para suas vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazer de cada momento uma vida e da vida um único momento, isto é felicidade".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ROQUE SCHNEIDER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;´"Nossas dádivas são traidoras e nos fazem perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar,se não fosse o medo de tentar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/909543664675469736-37113238514420722?l=aopontodepensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aopontodepensar.blogspot.com/feeds/37113238514420722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=909543664675469736&amp;postID=37113238514420722' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909543664675469736/posts/default/37113238514420722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909543664675469736/posts/default/37113238514420722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopontodepensar.blogspot.com/2008/11/voc-diz-que-luxo-e-prazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Conceição F. da Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01183320122418495072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SX0a-VLzWHI/AAAAAAAAADs/pHPy9ZiDJr0/S220/DSC00765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SSmsgNit0AI/AAAAAAAAACM/9OEj-ssZAXk/s72-c/DSC00228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909543664675469736.post-911137851162579145</id><published>2008-11-10T16:31:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:39:00.624-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ler, ou Reler. Eis a Questão!</title><content type='html'>Veja a genialidade da poetisa Clarice Lispector e a riqueza da língua portuguesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267099560851968402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SRh_JPEykZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LjOw2jx1fJg/s320/clispector.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não te amo mais.&lt;br /&gt;Estarei mentindo se disser que&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te quero como sempre quis.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza de que&lt;br /&gt;Nada foi em vão.&lt;br /&gt;Sei dentro de mim que&lt;br /&gt;Você não significa nada.&lt;br /&gt;Não poderia dizer nunca que&lt;br /&gt;Alimento um grande amor.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto cada vez mais que&lt;br /&gt;Já te esqueci!&lt;br /&gt;E jamais usarei a frase&lt;br /&gt;EU TE AMO!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto, mas tenho que dizer a verdade:&lt;br /&gt;É tarde demais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora leia de baixo para cima.Pura arte... Pura genialidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por: Dayse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909543664675469736-911137851162579145?l=aopontodepensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aopontodepensar.blogspot.com/feeds/911137851162579145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=909543664675469736&amp;postID=911137851162579145' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909543664675469736/posts/default/911137851162579145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909543664675469736/posts/default/911137851162579145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopontodepensar.blogspot.com/2008/11/ler-ou-reler-eis-questo.html' title='Ler, ou Reler. Eis a Questão!'/><author><name>Conceição F. da Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01183320122418495072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SX0a-VLzWHI/AAAAAAAAADs/pHPy9ZiDJr0/S220/DSC00765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SRh_JPEykZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LjOw2jx1fJg/s72-c/clispector.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909543664675469736.post-5238779304494490214</id><published>2008-10-23T23:48:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:20:55.655-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CANÇÃO DO MAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SQEwKNyV1oI/AAAAAAAAAAk/c7R3ZpXk4v4/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260538791803082370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SQEwKNyV1oI/AAAAAAAAAAk/c7R3ZpXk4v4/s200/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estamos sempre a dizer que um dia faremos algo... Comigo não foi diferente."Um dia criarei um blog"... Bom, esse dia chegou e com ele faço um convite, para que juntos comigo embarquem nas deliciosas viagens que o tempo, os livros, as imagens e os sons nos proporcionam. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou assim... Sou som... Sou palavras.. Sou pensamentos... Sou emoção.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma viagem não pode ser uma viagem sem um desejo, uma dica ou uma, às vezes, imposição. Assim, meu amigos começo com essa viagem, que muita vontade teve, muitas dicas foram dadas e muitas emoções foram sentidas....Outro dia, lá fui eu ver as terras de Camões..&lt;br /&gt;Histórias que aos poucos aqui vou relatando e ilustrando das formas mais diversas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passos em Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá estava eu...&lt;br /&gt;Era como ter asas e sem mesmo saber voar...&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo, olhando... Sentindo que o perto ficava longe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá estava eu...&lt;br /&gt;Correndo contra o vento..&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo a linha do mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá estava eu...&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo, andando...fazendo da minha estrada&lt;br /&gt;O encontro, o momento...o fim da minha solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Dayselúcide Silva / out 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/909543664675469736-5238779304494490214?l=aopontodepensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aopontodepensar.blogspot.com/feeds/5238779304494490214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=909543664675469736&amp;postID=5238779304494490214' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909543664675469736/posts/default/5238779304494490214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/909543664675469736/posts/default/5238779304494490214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopontodepensar.blogspot.com/2008/10/cano-do-mar.html' title='CANÇÃO DO MAR'/><author><name>Conceição F. da Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01183320122418495072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SX0a-VLzWHI/AAAAAAAAADs/pHPy9ZiDJr0/S220/DSC00765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cH_BE1fgD0I/SQEwKNyV1oI/AAAAAAAAAAk/c7R3ZpXk4v4/s72-c/DSC00485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
