<?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-7752677135774570920</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:29:40.382-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Lágrima Apenas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Flavia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179166349366897013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEQKVo2DVGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yME_iddBh_U/S220/7799lagrima.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752677135774570920.post-9115423288012029376</id><published>2008-07-15T13:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:00:57.108-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma nova estação.....</title><content type='html'>NOVA ESTAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;(ana puk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha quando você partiu&lt;br /&gt;Meu universo diminuiu&lt;br /&gt;E nada ficou como era antes&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o calor em meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Da falta de ar eu sinto um sufoco&lt;br /&gt;Me traga de volta o amor que levou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou ficar chorando por você nem por ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Só eu sei o quanto eu sofri&lt;br /&gt;Quando me apaixonei...&lt;br /&gt;Não vale a pena cansei&lt;br /&gt;Quando passei minha mão em seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Beijei sua face senti o seu gosto&lt;br /&gt;Então, minha alma carregou você&lt;br /&gt;Olha as flores do campo já estão se abrindo&lt;br /&gt;A nova estação já vem surgindo&lt;br /&gt;E o meu coração já se recompôs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cantoraanapuk.com.br/"&gt;http://www.cantoraanapuk.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752677135774570920-9115423288012029376?l=umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/feeds/9115423288012029376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752677135774570920&amp;postID=9115423288012029376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/9115423288012029376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/9115423288012029376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/2008/07/uma-nova-estao.html' title='Uma nova estação.....'/><author><name>Flavia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179166349366897013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEQKVo2DVGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yME_iddBh_U/S220/7799lagrima.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752677135774570920.post-6201825563587588204</id><published>2008-06-30T17:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:40:17.019-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AQUI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SGlEl9cYQfI/AAAAAAAAADE/QexZcyOF_4Y/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217777062224871922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SGlEl9cYQfI/AAAAAAAAADE/QexZcyOF_4Y/s200/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca disse que iria ser&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa certa pra você&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou eu quem te adora&lt;br /&gt;Se fico um tempo sem te procurar&lt;br /&gt;É pra saudade nos aproximar&lt;br /&gt;E eu já não vejo a hora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo esconder&lt;br /&gt;Certo ou errado, eu quero ter você&lt;br /&gt;Ei, você sabe que eu não sei jogar&lt;br /&gt;Não é meu dom representar&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;Eu tento aparentar frieza mas não dá&lt;br /&gt;É como uma represa pronta pra jorrar&lt;br /&gt;Querendo iluminar&lt;br /&gt;A estrada, a casa, o quarto onde você está&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra ocultar&lt;br /&gt;Algo preso quer sair do meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Atravessar montanhas e te alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Tocar o seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Te fazer me enxergar e se enxergar em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ana Carolina)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta letra fala por si só...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752677135774570920-6201825563587588204?l=umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/feeds/6201825563587588204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752677135774570920&amp;postID=6201825563587588204' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/6201825563587588204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/6201825563587588204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/2008/06/aqui.html' title='AQUI'/><author><name>Flavia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179166349366897013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEQKVo2DVGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yME_iddBh_U/S220/7799lagrima.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SGlEl9cYQfI/AAAAAAAAADE/QexZcyOF_4Y/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752677135774570920.post-4423740543883613968</id><published>2008-06-19T00:56:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:18:44.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NUNCA É TARDE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SFnaxfvKCEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wfGWJLhrsfY/s1600-h/lua.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213438587525793858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SFnaxfvKCEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wfGWJLhrsfY/s200/lua.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É muito bom quando abrimos as portas.&lt;br /&gt;Depois da pequena revolução que ocorreu ontem, recebi um telefonema “um convite para jantar” há quanto tempo não tenho um encontro formal, nem sei mais como agir. rsrsrsrsr&lt;br /&gt;Foi muito legal, compania agradável, chopp perfeito, comida deliciosa e eu uma bobona sem saber o que fazer (terminamos de jantar conversamos muito e cada uma foi para sua casa, o que esta bom demais pra quem esta há tanto tempo sozinha). rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;Enfim achei importante escrever a respeito, a lei da atração realmente funciona, quando mudamos de freqüência espiritual as coisas acontecem, eu precisava dar um basta no passado e dei, agora só dar tempo ao tempo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIVER SÓ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixe-se seduzir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por coisas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicidade também pode ser &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ter para onde voltar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo que quem nos espera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sejam apenas coisas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;objetos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(sempre no mesmo lugar)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;(Mariluci Genovez)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&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/7752677135774570920-4423740543883613968?l=umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/feeds/4423740543883613968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752677135774570920&amp;postID=4423740543883613968' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/4423740543883613968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/4423740543883613968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/2008/06/nunca-tarde.html' title='NUNCA É TARDE...'/><author><name>Flavia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179166349366897013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEQKVo2DVGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yME_iddBh_U/S220/7799lagrima.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SFnaxfvKCEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wfGWJLhrsfY/s72-c/lua.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752677135774570920.post-4574169425048595426</id><published>2008-06-17T17:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:51:09.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SFgezFv7OGI/AAAAAAAAACw/STJbeaMykRY/s1600-h/sb10068292g-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212950431746701410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SFgezFv7OGI/AAAAAAAAACw/STJbeaMykRY/s200/sb10068292g-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pergunto-me constantemente o que ocorreu conosco?!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como pudemos, de forma tão brutal, cruel, destruir uma relação tão bonita, com tanta intensidade e amor?!&lt;br /&gt;O pior é que carrego isso comigo e não consigo me libertar de vc, me sinto acorrentada, presa, machucada...&lt;br /&gt;Mas agradeço pelo telefonema de hoje, tinha alguns anos que não ouvia sua voz, vc era apenas uma suave e triste lembrança em minha mente, corpo e alma, mas hj pude ter certeza de que já passou da hr de caminhar eu nunca parei, mas sempre caminhei olhando para traz.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tive umas das melhores sensações dos últimos anos.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me lembrava da sua melhor parte, da nossa melhor parte, hoje você me fez sentir novamente aquele frio na espinha, a dor no estomago, meu coração batendo acelerado, pra quem não sabe a nossa historia acha que o que senti são sintomas de paixão, mas vc e eu sabemos que foi MEDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBRIGADA POR TER LIGADO E TER FEITO ME LEMBRAR QUEM VC È, E QUEM EU SOU.&lt;br /&gt;Estou livre, me sinto livre de vc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivi pra você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morri pra você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois então vai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A porta esteve aberta o tempo todo, sai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que está esperando? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você sabe voar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Ana Carolina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752677135774570920-4574169425048595426?l=umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/feeds/4574169425048595426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752677135774570920&amp;postID=4574169425048595426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/4574169425048595426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/4574169425048595426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/2008/06/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade.'/><author><name>Flavia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179166349366897013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEQKVo2DVGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yME_iddBh_U/S220/7799lagrima.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SFgezFv7OGI/AAAAAAAAACw/STJbeaMykRY/s72-c/sb10068292g-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752677135774570920.post-8058188710026916850</id><published>2008-06-16T11:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T12:06:14.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentidos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SFaAfsSejuI/AAAAAAAAACo/9xhH4YnKU6Y/s1600-h/sensual1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212494900680888034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SFaAfsSejuI/AAAAAAAAACo/9xhH4YnKU6Y/s200/sensual1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não quero seu sorriso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quero sua boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No meu rosto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sorrindo pra mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não quero seus olhares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quero seus cílios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nos meus olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Piscando pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Transfere pro meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Seus sentidos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pra eu sentir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A sua dor, os seus gemidos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E entender porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quero você! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não quero seu suor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quero seus poros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Na minha pele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Explodindo de calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(Zélia Duncan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7752677135774570920-8058188710026916850?l=umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/feeds/8058188710026916850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752677135774570920&amp;postID=8058188710026916850' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/8058188710026916850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/8058188710026916850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/2008/06/sentidos_16.html' title='Sentidos...'/><author><name>Flavia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179166349366897013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEQKVo2DVGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yME_iddBh_U/S220/7799lagrima.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SFaAfsSejuI/AAAAAAAAACo/9xhH4YnKU6Y/s72-c/sensual1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752677135774570920.post-6178842911576908094</id><published>2008-06-09T16:41:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:22:28.074-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SE2Idr-1RDI/AAAAAAAAABo/Jv7NUSqq4bw/s1600-h/ferrero+rocher.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SE2HybpWorI/AAAAAAAAABg/2aFSmbZG2cU/s1600-h/tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209969644421948082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SE2HybpWorI/AAAAAAAAABg/2aFSmbZG2cU/s200/tank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nada como um dia após o outro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Depois de muitas lagrimas pelo ocorrido de ontem e uma noite mal dormida, hoje entrei mais cedo no trabalho, não quis ficar em casa sem fazer nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fiquei on-line no MSN, eis que surge uma querida amiga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Começamos a conversar, não sei que ser iluminado é este que DEUS colocou no meu caminho, ela nem sabe (ou não sabia, pois agora ela vai ler aqui... rsrsrsrs), mas por diversas vezes ela conseguiu alegrar o meu dia. E hoje não foi diferente, nós começamos a conversar e logo ela já me fez cair na risada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bom anjo, eu não ia escrever nada hoje, mas após o nosso agradável bate-papo achei mais que justo escrever e externar o que senti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dentro da nossa ignorância espiritual, nem sempre sabemos ou conseguimos perceber o que causamos na vida das pessoas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quero te dizer ANJO que hoje como por outras vezes você me trouxe muita paz e alegria. Obrigada AMIGA por ter aparecido em minha vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Obrigada por ter ouvido com tanta SABEDORIA e CALMA, tudo o que já te disse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Obrigada por ser tão ILUMINADA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Obrigada por ser GRANDE e FORTE. rsrsrsrs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Obrigada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Muita LUZ na sua vida sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Um UTA pra você... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;OBS: Este chocolate é para você, sei que você preferiria receber via sedex, mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209971137130482130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="95" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SE2JJUazSdI/AAAAAAAAABw/9TaTnC6wnfc/s200/ferrero+rocher.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7752677135774570920-6178842911576908094?l=umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/feeds/6178842911576908094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752677135774570920&amp;postID=6178842911576908094' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/6178842911576908094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/6178842911576908094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/2008/06/nada-como-um-dia-aps-o-outro.html' title='Obrigada...'/><author><name>Flavia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179166349366897013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEQKVo2DVGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yME_iddBh_U/S220/7799lagrima.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SE2HybpWorI/AAAAAAAAABg/2aFSmbZG2cU/s72-c/tank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752677135774570920.post-6597961312889022742</id><published>2008-06-08T21:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:12:31.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma triste noticia....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEyDO1gY9aI/AAAAAAAAABY/l1j2lp4hBm0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209683159865161122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEyDO1gY9aI/AAAAAAAAABY/l1j2lp4hBm0/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje quando minha mãe ligou no fim da tarde para me avisar que a Lilika (minha cachorrinha) tinha morrido, eu senti como uma punhalada no peito.&lt;br /&gt;A Lilika esteve conosco por 14 anos, nos ultimos anos ela começou a definhar, eu com todo meu egoísmo (normal entre nós reles mortais) juro que não queria que ela ficasse sofrendo, mas também não queria que ela fosse embora.&lt;br /&gt;A minha FEDO (maneira como a tratava), só me deu alegria, nunca estava triste, eu podia chegar em casa a qualquer hora alegre ou triste, que ela estava lá feliz e cheia de amor para dar.&lt;br /&gt;Amor esse incondicional, ela doava e não esperava nada em troca, que ser iluminado.&lt;br /&gt;Lika rezei muito por você, e continuarei rezando, é o mínimo que posso fazer por um ser que esteve ao meu lado por tantos anos e me doou tanta energia boa.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por ter sido a companheira e amiga que foi, espero ter retribuído o companheirismo, amor, carinho, etc.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixo aqui os meus sentimentos e minhas lagrimas......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752677135774570920-6597961312889022742?l=umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/feeds/6597961312889022742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752677135774570920&amp;postID=6597961312889022742' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/6597961312889022742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/6597961312889022742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/2008/06/uma-triste-noticia.html' title='Uma triste noticia....'/><author><name>Flavia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179166349366897013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEQKVo2DVGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yME_iddBh_U/S220/7799lagrima.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEyDO1gY9aI/AAAAAAAAABY/l1j2lp4hBm0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752677135774570920.post-8313589160244452001</id><published>2008-06-03T17:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:08:53.992-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nenhuma lágrima.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEWpy1LPSRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kpryoN7WckA/s1600-h/fadinha+100000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207755234856618258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEWpy1LPSRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kpryoN7WckA/s320/fadinha+100000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isso tudo é muito novo pra mim.....mas estou adorando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muita coisa a dizer e pouco tempo para escrever....rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não compreendo o ser humano, o quão cruel, amargo, maldoso, amável, bondoso, genial, etc... Ele pode ser!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Como pessoas que amamos podem nos fazer amá-las e odiá-las num único dia?!&lt;br /&gt;Porque desperdiçar AMOR?!&lt;br /&gt;Temos tanto, e tão pouco tempo pra doar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tenho Tanto Sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tenho tanto sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Que é freqüente persuadir-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;De que sou sentimental,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mas reconheço, ao medir-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que tudo isso é pensamento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que não senti afinal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Temos, todos que vivemos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Uma vida que é vivida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E outra vida que é pensada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E a única vida que temos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Essa que é dividida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Entre a verdadeira e a errada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Qual porém é a verdadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Qqual errada, ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nos saberá explicar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E vivemos de maneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que a vida que a gente tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;É a que tem que pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita LUZ para todos. &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/7752677135774570920-8313589160244452001?l=umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/feeds/8313589160244452001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752677135774570920&amp;postID=8313589160244452001' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/8313589160244452001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/8313589160244452001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/2008/06/isso-tudo-muito-novo-pra-mim.html' title='Nenhuma lágrima.....'/><author><name>Flavia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179166349366897013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEQKVo2DVGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yME_iddBh_U/S220/7799lagrima.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEWpy1LPSRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kpryoN7WckA/s72-c/fadinha+100000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752677135774570920.post-4632421242871703022</id><published>2008-06-02T13:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:19:05.318-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CHORO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEQdWI2DVHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Gt4hEJLBFfQ/s1600-h/mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207319335315657842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEQdWI2DVHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Gt4hEJLBFfQ/s320/mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem uma hora que bate&lt;br /&gt;Uma tristeza tão grande&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;E nem pra onde ir&lt;br /&gt;É tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;Que eu queria dizer&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tem ninguém pra ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Então choro sem ninguém ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu choro&lt;br /&gt;Faço o possível pra segurar a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Mas a emoção não quer&lt;br /&gt;Que eu me desfaça&lt;br /&gt;Ou então que eu esqueça&lt;br /&gt;Do amor daquela mulher&lt;br /&gt;E eu choro&lt;br /&gt;Sem ela saber&lt;br /&gt;Eu choro&lt;br /&gt;Choro por tudo&lt;br /&gt;Que a gente não teve&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo que a gente não realizou&lt;br /&gt;Choro porque eu sei que ainda te amo&lt;br /&gt;E você me amou e ama&lt;br /&gt;Choro por tudo&lt;br /&gt;Se assim for preciso&lt;br /&gt;Choro porque eu sei que ainda te quero&lt;br /&gt;Choro por tudo&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo lhe digo&lt;br /&gt;Te espero, te quero&lt;br /&gt;Te espero, te quero&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra de música gravada por Fabio Jr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752677135774570920-4632421242871703022?l=umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/feeds/4632421242871703022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752677135774570920&amp;postID=4632421242871703022' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/4632421242871703022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/4632421242871703022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/2008/06/choro.html' title='CHORO'/><author><name>Flavia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179166349366897013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEQKVo2DVGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yME_iddBh_U/S220/7799lagrima.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEQdWI2DVHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Gt4hEJLBFfQ/s72-c/mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752677135774570920.post-4238541107645078002</id><published>2008-06-01T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:33:23.724-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PRECE DE CÁRITAS</title><content type='html'>Psicografada na noite de 25 de dezembro de 1873  pela médium Madame W, Krill, num círculo espírita de Bordeaux, França&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus nosso pai, vós que sois todo poder e bondade.&lt;br /&gt;Dai a força àquele que passa pela provação.&lt;br /&gt;Dai a luz àquele que procura à verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Ponde no coração do homem a compaixão e a caridade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEUS,&lt;br /&gt;Dai ao viajor a estrela  guia,  &lt;br /&gt;       ao aflito a consolação,   &lt;br /&gt;       ao doente o repouso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAI,&lt;br /&gt;Dai ao culpado o arrependimento,                                                          &lt;br /&gt;ao espírito a verdade,   &lt;br /&gt;a criança o guia   &lt;br /&gt;ao órfão o pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="SE"&gt;SE&lt;/a&gt;NHOR,&lt;br /&gt;que a vossa bondade se estenda sobre tudo que criaste.&lt;br /&gt;Piedade senhor para aqueles que não vos conhecem,&lt;br /&gt;A esperança para aqueles que sofrem.&lt;br /&gt;Que a vossa bondade permita aos espíritos consoladores&lt;br /&gt;derramarem por toda parte a paz, a esperança e a fé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEUS,&lt;br /&gt;um raio, uma faísca do vosso amor pode abrasar a terra.&lt;br /&gt;Deixai-nos beber nas fontes esta bondade fecunda e infinita&lt;br /&gt;e todas as lágrimas secaram, todas as dores acalmar-se-ão.&lt;br /&gt;uma só oração, um só pensamento subirá até vos,&lt;br /&gt;como um grito de reconhecimento e de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como Moisés sobre a montanhanos&lt;br /&gt;lhe esperamos com os braços abertos&lt;br /&gt;Oh bondade !&lt;br /&gt;Oh beleza !&lt;br /&gt;Oh perfeição !&lt;br /&gt;e queremos de alguma sorte alcançar vossa misericórdia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="DEUS,"&gt;DEUS,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai-nos a força de ajudar o progresso a fim de subirmos até vos.&lt;br /&gt;Dai-nos a caridade pura.&lt;br /&gt;Dai-nos a fé e a razão.&lt;br /&gt;Dai-nos a simplicidade, que fará de nossas almas...&lt;br /&gt;um espelho onde se refletirá a vossa santa e misericordiosa imagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero iniciar este Blog com a preçe que me acompanha há anos.&lt;br /&gt;Muita LUZ a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752677135774570920-4238541107645078002?l=umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/feeds/4238541107645078002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752677135774570920&amp;postID=4238541107645078002' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/4238541107645078002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752677135774570920/posts/default/4238541107645078002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umalagrimaapenas.blogspot.com/2008/06/prece-de-critas.html' title='PRECE DE CÁRITAS'/><author><name>Flavia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179166349366897013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tpItwByBvRk/SEQKVo2DVGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yME_iddBh_U/S220/7799lagrima.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
