<?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-3224589113780332888</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:08:36.347+01:00</updated><category term='amizade'/><category term='Felicidade'/><title type='text'>Meu mundo....</title><subtitle type='html'>***Muita luz para todos os que passarem por aqui..***</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-8106252502057913764</id><published>2011-08-02T21:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:36:10.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Martes,2 de agosto</title><content type='html'>Creo que el piór que puede &amp;nbsp;pasar con el ser humano: es cuando estan tan vacios que les gustan saber de las tragedias que pasan con los demas para hablaren como si estuviesen preocupados pero en verdad estan a gusto porque creen que son felizes porque eso no paso con ellos....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-8106252502057913764?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8106252502057913764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=8106252502057913764' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/8106252502057913764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/8106252502057913764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2011/08/martes2-de-agosto.html' title='Martes,2 de agosto'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-4034938437892429208</id><published>2011-01-18T20:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:46:31.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns por eses dos años!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TTXrqxEMbCI/AAAAAAAAOwg/Ap3DHGaGs2M/s1600/Farol43B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TTXrqxEMbCI/AAAAAAAAOwg/Ap3DHGaGs2M/s1600/Farol43B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Con grande cariño os deseo Felicidades por el 2º año del Blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;felicidades amigos!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-4034938437892429208?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4034938437892429208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=4034938437892429208' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4034938437892429208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4034938437892429208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2011/01/parabens-por-eses-dos-anos.html' title='Parabéns por eses dos años!!!'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TTXrqxEMbCI/AAAAAAAAOwg/Ap3DHGaGs2M/s72-c/Farol43B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-3794008797429516924</id><published>2011-01-04T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:49:43.737+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TSOH1muuAdI/AAAAAAAAOwE/052UQx9vsrM/s1600/IMG_1554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TSOH1muuAdI/AAAAAAAAOwE/052UQx9vsrM/s320/IMG_1554.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Lucida Sans;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"&gt;Queridos &amp;nbsp;amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Lucida Sans;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"&gt;Estamos nos primeiros dias de 2011 e ainda não deu tempo de ligar, ou mandar um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Lucida Sans;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"&gt;e-mail para desejar votos para esse novo ano. Nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; últimos dias do ano de 2010 fiquei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;pensando em o que dizer depois da meia-noite, qdo&amp;nbsp;virá o Ano Novo... &lt;br /&gt;O engraçado é que - teoricamente - continua tudo igual... &lt;br /&gt;Ainda seremos os mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda teremos os mesmos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns o mesmo emprego.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns o&amp;nbsp;mesmo parceiro (a).&lt;br /&gt;As mesmas dívidas (emocionais e/ou financeiras). &lt;br /&gt;Ainda seremos fruto das escolhas que fizemos durante a vida. &lt;br /&gt;Ainda seremos as mesmas pessoas que fomos este ano...&lt;br /&gt;A diferença, a sutil diferença, é que, quando o relógio nos avisar que é meia-noite, do dia 01 de janeiro de 2011, teremos um ano in-tei-ri-nho pela frente! Um ano novinho em folha! &lt;br /&gt;Como uma página de papel em branco, esperando pelo que iremos escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ano para começarmos o que ainda não tivemos força de vontade, coragem ou fé...&lt;br /&gt;Um ano para perdoarmos um erro, um ano para sermos perdoados dos nossos... &lt;br /&gt;365 dias para fazermos aquilo que quisermos...&lt;br /&gt;Ou para deixarmos que façam o que quiserem conosco...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre há uma escolha...&lt;br /&gt;E, exatamente por isso, eu desejo que os meus amigos façam as melhores escolhas que puderem.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que sorriam o máximo que puderem...&lt;br /&gt;Cantem aquilo que quiserem.&lt;br /&gt;Beijem muito!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Amem mais!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Abracem bem apertado. &lt;br /&gt;Durmam com os anjos. &lt;br /&gt;Sejam protegidos por eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeçam por estarem vivos e terem sempre mais uma chance para recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeçam as suas escolhas, pois certas ou não, elas são suas.&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém pode ou deve questioná-las.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de agradecer aos amigos que eu tenho. &lt;br /&gt;Aos que me 'acompanham' desde muito tempo. Aos que eu fiz este ano.&lt;br /&gt;Aos que eu escrevo pouco, mas lembro muito.&lt;br /&gt;Aos que eu escrevo muito e falo pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Aos que moram longe e não vejo tanto quanto gostaria. &lt;br /&gt;Aos que moram perto e eu vejo sempre. &lt;br /&gt;Aos que me 'seguram', quando penso que vou cair.&lt;br /&gt;Aos que eu dou a mão, quando me pedem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos que ganham e perdem. &lt;br /&gt;Aos que me parecem fortes e aos que realmente são. &lt;br /&gt;Aos que me parecem anjos, mas estão aqui e me dão a certeza de que existe algo de divino neste mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que 2011 seja um ano bem mais feliz, amoroso e próspero para todos&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Lucida Sans;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;vocês!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Bjos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-3794008797429516924?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3794008797429516924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=3794008797429516924' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/3794008797429516924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/3794008797429516924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2011/01/feliz-2011.html' title='Feliz 2011'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TSOH1muuAdI/AAAAAAAAOwE/052UQx9vsrM/s72-c/IMG_1554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-1175335642167426933</id><published>2010-12-29T17:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T17:19:48.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TRtfboSCotI/AAAAAAAAOvI/ycnATlnks3s/s1600/TgC_Navidad_188.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="38" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TRtfboSCotI/AAAAAAAAOvI/ycnATlnks3s/s320/TgC_Navidad_188.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Felices Fiestas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TRtfboSCotI/AAAAAAAAOvI/ycnATlnks3s/s1600/TgC_Navidad_188.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="38" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TRtfboSCotI/AAAAAAAAOvI/ycnATlnks3s/s320/TgC_Navidad_188.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-1175335642167426933?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1175335642167426933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=1175335642167426933' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/1175335642167426933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/1175335642167426933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/felices-fiestas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TRtfboSCotI/AAAAAAAAOvI/ycnATlnks3s/s72-c/TgC_Navidad_188.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-1672122971014221619</id><published>2010-12-29T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T16:39:37.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para un amigo muy especial.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Te deseo tanta suerte como gotas tiene la lluvia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Tanto Amor como rayos tiene el sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Tanta Felicidad como estrellas tiene el cielo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;La verdad es que me ha encantado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;te quiero y siempre te querré..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TRtVmooZVAI/AAAAAAAAOvA/vl32Wa2lA6U/s1600/14-tarjeta_navidad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TRtVmooZVAI/AAAAAAAAOvA/vl32Wa2lA6U/s320/14-tarjeta_navidad.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Eres muy importante para mi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-1672122971014221619?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1672122971014221619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=1672122971014221619' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/1672122971014221619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/1672122971014221619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/para-un-amigo-muy-especial.html' title='Para un amigo muy especial.....'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TRtVmooZVAI/AAAAAAAAOvA/vl32Wa2lA6U/s72-c/14-tarjeta_navidad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-3990437777354362382</id><published>2010-07-16T22:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:00:40.891+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio dos Lobos - Aldo Novak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="date-posts" style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(232, 244, 211); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 3px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 21px; margin-right: 8px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #4d7307; font-size: 18px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://evoluindonocaminho.blogspot.com/2009/06/silencio-dos-lobos.html" style="color: #4d7307; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Pense em alguém que seja poderoso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Essa pessoa briga e grita como uma galinha, ou olha e silencia, como um lobo? Lobos não gritam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Eles têm a aura de força e poder. Observam em silêncio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Somente os poderosos, sejam lobos, homens ou mulheres, respondem a um ataque verbal com o silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Além disso, quem evita dizer tudo o que tem vontade, raramente se arrepende por magoar alguém com palavras ásperas e impensadas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Exatamente por isso, o primeiro e mais óbvio sinal de poder sobre si mesmo é o silêncio em momentos críticos. Se você está em silêncio, olhando para o problema, mostra que está pensando, sem tempo para debates fúteis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Se for uma discussão que já deixou o terreno da razão, quem silencia mostra que já venceu, mesmo quando o outro lado insiste em gritar a sua derrota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Olhe. Sorria. Silencie. Vá em frente. Lembre-se de que há momentos de falar e há momentos de silenciar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Escolha qual desses momentos é o correto, mesmo que tenha que se esforçar para isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TEC6Ut7aeBI/AAAAAAAAOso/g37ASl-WMB4/s1600/Alicante+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TEC6Ut7aeBI/AAAAAAAAOso/g37ASl-WMB4/s320/Alicante+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Por alguma razão, provavelmente cultural, somos treinados para a (falsa) idéia de que somos obrigados a responder a todas as perguntas e reagir a todos os ataques.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;NAO É VERDADE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Você responde somente ao que quer responder e reage somente ao que quer reagir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Você nem mesmo é obrigado a atender seu telefone pessoal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Falar é uma escolha, não uma exigência , por mais que assim o pareça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Você pode escolher o silêncio. Além disso, você não terá que se arrepender por coisas ditas em momentos impensados,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;como defendeu Xenócrates, mais de trezentos anos antes de Cristo, ao afirmar: “ME ARREPENDO DE COISAS QUE DISSE, MAS JAMAIS DO MEU SILÊNCIO". Responda com o silêncio, quando for necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Use sorrisos, não sorrisos sarcásticos, mas reais. Use o olhar, use um abraço ou use qualquer outra coisa para não responder em alguns momentos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Você verá que o silêncio pode ser a mais poderosa das respostas. E, no momento certo, a mais compreensiva e real delas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3224589113780332888-3990437777354362382?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3990437777354362382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=3990437777354362382' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/3990437777354362382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/3990437777354362382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/silencio-dos-lobos-aldo-novak.html' title='Silêncio dos Lobos - Aldo Novak'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TEC6Ut7aeBI/AAAAAAAAOso/g37ASl-WMB4/s72-c/Alicante+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-5370166694563483423</id><published>2010-06-14T00:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:18:28.491+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ñ posso entender....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;São Luís&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Polícia de Pinheiro, no Maranhão, prendeu um lavrador de 54 anos que mantinha a filha em cárcere privado há 16 anos e tinha com ela sete filhos, com idades de 12 anos a 2 meses.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;José Agostinho Bispo Pereira abusava sexualmente da filha desde que ela tinha 12 anos. Sandra Maria Monteiro, hoje com 28 anos, não sabe ler nem escrever e nunca pode sair da ilhota onde vivia com o pai, no Povoado de Experimento, em Pinheiro, a 340 km de São Luís.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Na cidade de Pinheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;muita gente sabia da história da família de Pereira, mas ninguém queria se intrometer na vida do lavrador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;, que passou a abusar da filha desde que a mãe dela foi embora de casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A polícia passou a investigar o caso e descobriu a história. Nesta terça-feira, uma equipe de investigadores embarcou em três canoas para alcançar a ilhota onde Pereira vivia, que não tem acesso por terra.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A situação das crianças chocou os policiais. Dos sete filhos, seis estavam no local. A última filha-neta, um bebê de 2 meses, foi doada a uma família.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os seis mantidos na ilhota nunca foram à escola e são proibidos de sair dali pelo pai-avô. Resgatadas, as crianças tiveram de ser encaminhadas a um abrigo, para tomar banho, serem vestidas e alimentadas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.....................................................................&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E conseguem dormir, toda essa gente que sabia e ñ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;foi capaz de denunciar????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-5370166694563483423?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5370166694563483423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=5370166694563483423' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5370166694563483423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5370166694563483423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/n-posso-entender.html' title='Ñ posso entender....'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-837861213802232788</id><published>2010-05-05T17:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:31:58.497+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Y porque NO????</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;¿Quién no sueña con tener la vida del otro, recorrer caminos nuevos, eliminar de sus días la obligación de servir, la rutina sin piedad de lo cotidiano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Pero ¿será que más allá del horizonte puede existir algo mejor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O ¿vale la pena soñar, buscar, hacer cambios? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;A decir verdad, la gran equivocación puede ser el buscar en las pasarelas del mundo algo que existe dentro de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Dios, la felicidad, la paz y la prosperidad son tesoros y caminos y se encuentran dentro de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/S-GPSXdQxiI/AAAAAAAAOqk/tSzvllrSM1U/s1600/3610262984_09231e993d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/S-GPSXdQxiI/AAAAAAAAOqk/tSzvllrSM1U/s320/3610262984_09231e993d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;En cambio, si aún te parece que lo mejor puede estar allá en el otro lado, entonces, cruza la calle, sal del arcén, deja de omitirte en el escondrijo del miedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Exígete algo nuevo, sin culpabilizarte ni sentir remordimientos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Decide tu camino, elige lo que sea mejor para tu vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Y que lo sepas, en el Universo hay un lugar, un encuentro, un tesoro aguardándote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;¡Sal de la rutina, deja los juicios de lado, y ten el coraje de hacerte feliz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-837861213802232788?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/837861213802232788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=837861213802232788' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/837861213802232788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/837861213802232788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2010/05/y-porque-no.html' title='Y porque NO????'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/S-GPSXdQxiI/AAAAAAAAOqk/tSzvllrSM1U/s72-c/3610262984_09231e993d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-4216022421938936790</id><published>2010-04-18T22:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:39:22.173+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Laura (madre de Roberto Carlos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Tengo a veces deseos de ser&lt;br /&gt;Nuevamente un chiquillo&lt;br /&gt;Y en la hora que estoy afligido&lt;br /&gt;Volverte a oir&lt;br /&gt;De pedir que me abraces y lleves&lt;br /&gt;De vuelta a casa&lt;br /&gt;Que me cuentes un cuento bonito&lt;br /&gt;Y me hagas dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces quisiera oirte&lt;br /&gt;Hablando sonriendo:&lt;br /&gt;“Aprovecha tu tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres aún un chiquillo”&lt;br /&gt;A pesar la distancia y el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;No puedo olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Tantas cosas que a veces de ti&lt;br /&gt;Necesito escuchar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Laura, abrázame fuerte&lt;br /&gt;Lady Laura, y cuéntame un cuento&lt;br /&gt;Lady Laura, un beso otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Lady Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas veces me siento perdido&lt;br /&gt;Durante la noche&lt;br /&gt;Con problemas y angustias&lt;br /&gt;Que son de la gente mayor&lt;br /&gt;Con la mano apretando&lt;br /&gt;Mi hombro seguro dirías:&lt;br /&gt;“Ya verás que mañana las cosas&lt;br /&gt;Te salen mejor”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando era un niño&lt;br /&gt;Y podia llorar en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;Y oir tanta cosa bonita&lt;br /&gt;En mi aflicción&lt;br /&gt;En momentos alegres&lt;br /&gt;Sentado a tu lado reía&lt;br /&gt;Y en mis horas difíciles&lt;br /&gt;Dabas tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo a veces deseos de ser&lt;br /&gt;Nuevamente un chiquillo&lt;br /&gt;El pequeño que tú todavía&lt;br /&gt;Aún crees tener&lt;br /&gt;Cuando a veces te abrazo y te beso&lt;br /&gt;En silencio entendido&lt;br /&gt;Tú me dices aquello&lt;br /&gt;Que yo necesito saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;.......................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGp9qg-Csho&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGp9qg-Csho&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Morreu às 18h20m deste sábado, a mãe do cantor Roberto Carlos, Laura Moreira Braga, aos 96 anos. Conhecida pelo apelido carinhoso de Lady Laura, ela faleceu de insuficiência respiratória aguda, seguida de duas paradas cardíacas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste sábado, sem saber da morte da mãe, Roberto Carlos fez o segundo show comemorativo de seus 50 anos de carreira no Radio City Music Hall, em Nova York, lotado. Ele cantou "Lady Laura" e, como fez na noite anterior, disse que ela estava melhor de saúde. Roberto Carlos só será avisado ao final do show, previsto para as 22h30 (horário local e 23h30 de Brasília), e deverá seguir direto para o Hotel New York Palace. De lá, vai para o aeroporto e embarcará para o Brasil em um avião fretado pela produção do show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-4216022421938936790?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4216022421938936790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=4216022421938936790' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4216022421938936790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4216022421938936790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2010/04/lady-laura-madre-de-roberto-carlos.html' title='Lady Laura (madre de Roberto Carlos)'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-3421821122271734469</id><published>2010-02-07T22:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:11:06.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M5VUryKWkzo&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M5VUryKWkzo&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Un poquito de carnaval&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-3421821122271734469?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3421821122271734469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=3421821122271734469' title='19 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/3421821122271734469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/3421821122271734469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2010/02/carnaval.html' title='Carnaval'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-5405338193500226943</id><published>2010-01-31T21:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:39:27.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva intensamente su vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #00b050; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Quizás dé lo mismo si se trata de un año nuevo...&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;...o de un nuevo grupo de pertenencia,&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;...de un nuevo lugar donde vivir,&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;...de un nuevo amigo,&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;...o de una nueva pareja.&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;Nada puede ser realmente nuevo si uno lo vive desde viejas actitudes.&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;Que no se nos vaya nuestro tiempo de vida en asuntos que realmente no&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;valgan la pena.&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;Nadie vino a este mundo&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;… a encerrarse en un lugar seguro&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;… a lograr la aprobación de los demás,&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;… a "matar el tiempo".&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;El tiempo es algo precioso:&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;un recurso no renovable.&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;Que miremos hacia atrás sólo para cerrar los asuntos pendientes.&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;Es el único modo en que el pasado puede realmente pasar:&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;... decir lo largamente callado,&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;... hacerse cargo de los errores&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;… y pedir disculpas,&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;… y reconocer lo recibido&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;… y dar las gracias,&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;… comprender lo no comprendido,&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;… dejar ir lo que ya no es.&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;Cerrarlo inconcluso es comenzar a hacer espacio para lo Nuevo.&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;Que sepamos pedir ayuda cuando la necesitemos, para volver a&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;pararnos sobre nuestros propios pies.&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;Dejarse ayudar es un buen antídoto para la omnipotencia o la necedad.&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;Que sepamos ayudar a quien lo necesite...&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;… sin perdernos en el otro,&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;… sin invadir ni manipular,&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;… sin generar dependencia,&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;… sin forcejear para que nadie cambie lo que no está dispuesto a cambiar.&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ayudar requiere el ejercicio de una solidaridad inteligente,&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;consciente de sus trampas y de sus límites."&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;Que permanezcamos abiertos a encontrar verdaderos compañeros de&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;Camino, afines a nuestra más íntima Esencia.&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;Como decía Vinicius:"La Vida es el arte del encuentro".&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;No nos escondamos de la Vida.&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;Vivir Vivo es poco frecuente entre los humanos. Lo logran quienes&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;trabajan para abrir su sensibilidad y su conciencia.&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;Que seamos parte de aquellos que celebran&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;cada día un Día Nuevo, intensamente Vivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;...Y es que hay un único tiempo:AHORA!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #00b050; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/S2XqKKnpCUI/AAAAAAAAOjw/QJA3ZHQmO5k/s1600-h/ilha+do+mel+por+leticia+eilert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/S2XqKKnpCUI/AAAAAAAAOjw/QJA3ZHQmO5k/s400/ilha+do+mel+por+leticia+eilert.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Un mega beso a todos,os quiero muchooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Un especial abrazo a mi amiga Belkis,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por gustarme mucho el mensaje,estoy compartiendo con mis amigos....)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #00b050; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-5405338193500226943?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5405338193500226943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=5405338193500226943' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5405338193500226943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5405338193500226943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2010/01/viva-intensamente-su-vida.html' title='Viva intensamente su vida!'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/S2XqKKnpCUI/AAAAAAAAOjw/QJA3ZHQmO5k/s72-c/ilha+do+mel+por+leticia+eilert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-2711481021086832227</id><published>2010-01-17T20:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:37:12.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Somaly Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoy quiero hablar de nuestro maravilloso mundo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;El mundo de las Mujeres...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somaly Mam,vive amenazada de muerte en su país natal,Camboya,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Donde lucha contra la explotación sexual de mujeres y niñas..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Su historia es muy similar a la de miles de niñas que,en pleno siglo XXI, son vendidas y obligadas a prostituirse en todo el sureste asiático.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somaly con apenas 14 años fue vendida para casarse con un hombre mucho mayor que ella que la maltrataba.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Consiguió divorciarse de él,pero su abuelo la vendió a un prostíbulo de donde le rescató en 1991 su actual marido, un cooperante francés con el que reside en Phnom Penh, junto a sus 3 hijos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somaly conoció en su propia carne el maltrato, las vejaciones, la humillación y la tortura psicológica.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se formo en Francia y regresó a su país donde creó en 1997 la asociación"Acción por las Mujeres en Situación Precaria"(AFESIP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lo peor es que ahora se venden niñas de entre 5 y 7 años porque son vírgenes y no tienen ninguna enfermedad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muchos hombres creen que desvirgarlas les aporta suerte y longevidad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagan buenas cantidades por ellas...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;...................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Puede????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Yo personalmente creo que la enfermedad esta en la cabeza de los hombres que son capaces de aberraciones como estas y más..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Lo que si hay que concienciar le lo que pasa con nosotras,"Mujeres"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;DERECHOS IGUALES,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;cuanta tontería &amp;nbsp;porque aún hoy en el occidente no tenemos los mismos derechos que cabrones desa estirpe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Somos mujeres, fuertes, inteligentes,guapas y tenemos el derecho de rebelarnos contra la injusticia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Y un brindis a nosotras mujeres maravillosas!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;.................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;La labor de Somaly ha sido reconocida con varios galardones, entre ellos, el Premio Príncipe de Asturias de Cooperación Internacional en 1998.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Pero su lucha va más allá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Busca una legislación internacional que persiga con firmeza la prostituición&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;infantil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/S1NmeVQ6j-I/AAAAAAAAOiw/VW7osK3juGU/s1600-h/Flor_de_l%C3%B3tus11111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/S1NmeVQ6j-I/AAAAAAAAOiw/VW7osK3juGU/s400/Flor_de_l%C3%B3tus11111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Muy triste pero verdadero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Una maravillosa semana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;con mucho cariño,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3224589113780332888-2711481021086832227?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2711481021086832227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=2711481021086832227' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/2711481021086832227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/2711481021086832227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2010/01/somaly-man.html' title='Somaly Man'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/S1NmeVQ6j-I/AAAAAAAAOiw/VW7osK3juGU/s72-c/Flor_de_l%C3%B3tus11111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-7946341408523163905</id><published>2009-12-30T09:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:48:49.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TRu6yI3yigI/AAAAAAAAOvY/hGB3ZwSCtDc/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TRu6yI3yigI/AAAAAAAAOvY/hGB3ZwSCtDc/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz 2010!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A todos mis amigos que comparten conmigo el día a día,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en mi mundo virtual...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero mucho a todos !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-7946341408523163905?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7946341408523163905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=7946341408523163905' title='28 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/7946341408523163905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/7946341408523163905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-2010.html' title='FELIZ 2010'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/TRu6yI3yigI/AAAAAAAAOvY/hGB3ZwSCtDc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-3437699940100342842</id><published>2009-12-24T09:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T09:43:11.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Navidad!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; color: #646464; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s304.photobucket.com/albums/nn194/simplesvida/recados/bettyboop/00004.gif" /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #646464; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Con mucho cariño, deseo a todos unas felices fiestas!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3224589113780332888-3437699940100342842?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3437699940100342842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=3437699940100342842' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/3437699940100342842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/3437699940100342842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='Feliz Navidad!!!!'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-8407774416742112295</id><published>2009-12-05T01:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:08:17.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lugo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiles.int-world.com/smile.150395.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="smilie" border="0" src="http://s18.rimg.info/790a9fc46bad786a554c5e9d98fbb6da.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;La ciudad fue fundada entre los años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/26_a._C." title="26 a. 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C."&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002bb8; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; text-decoration: none;"&gt;12&amp;nbsp;a.&amp;nbsp;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paulo_Fabio_M%C3%A1ximo" title="Paulo Fabio Máximo"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002bb8; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Paulo Fabio Máximo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;legado de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%C3%A9sar_Augusto" title="César Augusto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002bb8; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; text-decoration: none;"&gt;César Augusto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;, en cuyo honor la bautizó como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Lucus Augusti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;La palabra latina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;lucus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;significa "claro" o "bosque sagrado".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmnnI84YcI/AAAAAAAAObQ/w-Q0ThsfW3A/s1600-h/IMG_2224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" 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style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmrDoaWj5I/AAAAAAAAOcY/LiOvCvUK9FY/s1600-h/IMG_2239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmrDoaWj5I/AAAAAAAAOcY/LiOvCvUK9FY/s320/IMG_2239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmzWnrzGpI/AAAAAAAAOeQ/Hz5XMygBSO8/s1600-h/IMG_2204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmzWnrzGpI/AAAAAAAAOeQ/Hz5XMygBSO8/s320/IMG_2204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Muralla romana de Lugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;ha sido declarada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrimonio_de_la_Humanidad" title="Patrimonio de la Humanidad"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002bb8; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Patrimonio de la Humanidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;por la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unesco" title="Unesco"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002bb8; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Unesco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;en el año&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2000" title="2000"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002bb8; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; text-decoration: none;"&gt;2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;y está hermanada desde el día 6 de octubre de 2007 con la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gran_Muralla_China" title="Gran Muralla China"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002bb8; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Gran Muralla China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;de Qinhuangdao.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sxm22vRrPeI/AAAAAAAAOeg/rr-rkFjUjY4/s1600-h/IMG_2243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sxm22vRrPeI/AAAAAAAAOeg/rr-rkFjUjY4/s320/IMG_2243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sxm2opGH8xI/AAAAAAAAOeY/V7wqLHGGidI/s1600-h/IMG_2234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sxm2opGH8xI/AAAAAAAAOeY/V7wqLHGGidI/s320/IMG_2234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmpTbNxk7I/AAAAAAAAOb4/GHb4k4zN8eA/s1600-h/IMG_2245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmpTbNxk7I/AAAAAAAAOb4/GHb4k4zN8eA/s320/IMG_2245.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;La muralla, con una longitud de más de 2 km, delimita el casco histórico de la urbe gallega y ha pasado de ser un obstáculo para su evolución y crecimiento a ser un monumento integrado en la estructura urbana y fuente de riqueza turística.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Del período&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arte_g%C3%B3tico" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #5a3696; text-decoration: none;" title="Arte gótico"&gt;gótico&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;nbsp;la iglesia de San Francisco (hoy de San Pedro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sxmsjdl54tI/AAAAAAAAOdQ/1nVbd6Trnb8/s1600-h/IMG_2219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sxmsjdl54tI/AAAAAAAAOdQ/1nVbd6Trnb8/s320/IMG_2219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmsXr-YBvI/AAAAAAAAOdI/A14n8erbyBE/s1600-h/IMG_2217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmsXr-YBvI/AAAAAAAAOdI/A14n8erbyBE/s320/IMG_2217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmsLprGJWI/AAAAAAAAOdA/FBWysU5VpH0/s1600-h/IMG_2215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmsLprGJWI/AAAAAAAAOdA/FBWysU5VpH0/s320/IMG_2215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmsCHfSAEI/AAAAAAAAOc4/FaVCi3ANzag/s1600-h/IMG_2214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmsCHfSAEI/AAAAAAAAOc4/FaVCi3ANzag/s320/IMG_2214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sxmr1kmfStI/AAAAAAAAOcw/KEdPtwmpoCs/s1600-h/IMG_2213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sxmr1kmfStI/AAAAAAAAOcw/KEdPtwmpoCs/s320/IMG_2213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmrpRoiIVI/AAAAAAAAOco/WjC7qAf-4GU/s1600-h/IMG_2210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmrpRoiIVI/AAAAAAAAOco/WjC7qAf-4GU/s320/IMG_2210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;La&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Catedral de Lugo&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;actual es una catedral románica cuya construcción se inició en&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1129" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="1129"&gt;1129&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;y finalizó en&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1273" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="1273"&gt;1273&lt;/a&gt;. Fue diseñada por el maestro&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="new" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Raimundo_de_Monforte&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; color: #cc2200; text-decoration: none;" title="Raimundo de Monforte (aún no redactado)"&gt;Raimundo de Monforte&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;y dedicada a Santa María, llamada&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="new" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Virgen_de_los_Ojos_Grandes&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; color: #cc2200; text-decoration: none;" title="Virgen de los Ojos Grandes (aún no redactado)"&gt;Virgen de los Ojos Grandes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sxmu502p4DI/AAAAAAAAOeA/Um_iph4ApAQ/s1600-h/IMG_2231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sxmu502p4DI/AAAAAAAAOeA/Um_iph4ApAQ/s320/IMG_2231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmuqO-XCuI/AAAAAAAAOd4/KyM8NMrZrPQ/s1600-h/IMG_2230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmuqO-XCuI/AAAAAAAAOd4/KyM8NMrZrPQ/s320/IMG_2230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmuaUu769I/AAAAAAAAOdw/SE6IeNMv1Lo/s1600-h/IMG_2228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmuaUu769I/AAAAAAAAOdw/SE6IeNMv1Lo/s320/IMG_2228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmuQsv-FSI/AAAAAAAAOdo/B2VtPMwKWS8/s1600-h/IMG_2223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmuQsv-FSI/AAAAAAAAOdo/B2VtPMwKWS8/s320/IMG_2223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmuIlU89nI/AAAAAAAAOdg/GXXUofR_AI4/s1600-h/IMG_2221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SxmuIlU89nI/AAAAAAAAOdg/GXXUofR_AI4/s320/IMG_2221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sxmt-_gG5RI/AAAAAAAAOdY/HuCSDtRrOao/s1600-h/IMG_2220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sxmt-_gG5RI/AAAAAAAAOdY/HuCSDtRrOao/s320/IMG_2220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Espero que os guste este pequeño paseo por Lugo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Un besito con mucho cariño..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Lira Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-8407774416742112295?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8407774416742112295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=8407774416742112295' title='46 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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white; color: black; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td background="http://www.conexionesconlaluz.com/images/fondotexto.png"&gt;&lt;div class="titulo" id="m-titulo"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SvptzSJFf8I/AAAAAAAAOYM/iC55vK5cAlw/s1600-h/IMG_1042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SvptzSJFf8I/AAAAAAAAOYM/iC55vK5cAlw/s400/IMG_1042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #150185; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A veces nos sentimos feos, malos, viejos, tontos, inseguros, sin valor… porque nos comparamos con otros y queremos tener la misma aceptación de otros. La necesidad de aceptación siempre será el motivo del sentimiento de rechazo y el origen de sentirnos mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;La necesidad de aceptación provoca que hagamos muchas cosas inconscientes por buscar la aceptación, y cuando no lo logramos, es cuando nos sentimos mal por sentir el inevitable rechazo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cuando vivimos esperando la aceptación de los demás, viviremos actuando de forma que nos acepten, cada rechazo es un objetivo no logrado, es cuando "nos sentimos". Es cuando pensamos "no me quiere", "algo hice mal", "está enojado conmigo"... y todo se resume en: "no me aceptó". Somos felices cuando nos muestran una sonrisa, cuando nos saludan, cuando nos dicen "te quiero", cuando nos sentimos "aceptados", pero todo cambia cuando se siente un rechazo, aun cuando sea un rechazo imaginario. Muchas veces, hasta buscamos "donde está el rechazo" en algunas palabras que nos hayan dicho. Pensamos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Me dijo, nos vemos después, no sé que quiso decir, talvez quiso decir que ya no nos veamos"...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;buscamos donde estuvo el rechazo y terminamos encontrando una razón para seguir sintiendo un vacío interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Seguir buscando la aceptación en los demás es luchar contra una corriente imaginaria que nunca podremos dominar. Es buscar afuera algo que nos hace falta adentro de nosotros. ¿Por qué buscar la aceptación en los demás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dejar de buscar la aceptación en los demás es olvidarme si los demás me quieren o no me quieren, si los demás se enojan conmigo o están contentos, dejar de buscar la aceptación es ser lo suficientemente fuerte de olvidarme del cariño de los demás y darme el cariño a mi mismo. La necesidad de aceptación se deja a partir de cuando me acepto a mi mismo. Si me amo a mi mismo, ¿porqué buscar afuera quien me ame? Si me acepto, ¿porqué buscar afuera quien me acepte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Si nos hacen un favor, no estamos comprometidos a responder de la misma manera, no tenemos porque pensar que ya “debemos” un favor. Los favores no se hacen para pagar una deuda, los favores se hacen porque nacen del corazón. El amor no se da para pagar un favor, el amor se da porque sale del corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Deja de hacer favores, olvídate si debes favores a los demás, olvídate si necesitas ser aceptado por otros, olvídate de la culpa, el chantaje y de todo lo que te haga daño. Acéptate a ti mismo, date amor a ti mismo, quiérete, consiéntete, hazte cariñitos, y cuando estés lleno de amor, automáticamente darás amor. Ayudarás no para evitar el rechazo, sino como algo que sale de tu corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cuando logres amarte a ti mismo, cuando logres aceptarte tal como eres, cuando logres consentirte… ese día dejarás de buscar el amor allá afuera, porque ya lo tendrás adentro, y desde ese momento buscarás a quien darle amor sin esperar que te den amor, desde ese momento dejaras de sentirte rechazado, y desde ese momento comenzarás a ser libre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrito por:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael Zárate Méndez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ese texto ven en un mensaje de mi amiga Belkis,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resumido mas quiero dejarlo entero porque es una reflexión muy buena,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gracias amiga Belkis,me gustas un montón&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div 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Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SvptzSJFf8I/AAAAAAAAOYM/iC55vK5cAlw/s72-c/IMG_1042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-5055815596995430469</id><published>2009-11-03T23:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:39:19.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Nolte, 68años,actor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dice en un reportaje al XLSemanal....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"El hombre ha logrado una capacidad tecnológica increíble.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somos perfectamente capaces de manejarnos con todo lo que nos rodea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sin embargo, no sabemos cómo lidiar con lo más importante:nuestro interior.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Es verdad que para ello contamos con religiones, pero en Occidente están tan ancladas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;en los rituales que se convierten también en algo externo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Las orientales, en cambio, giran en torno al conocimiento de uno mismo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Es la lección que tenemos que aprender: LA ACEPTACIÓN DE UNO MISMO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;de la que nace la auténtica paz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;En la cultura occidental creemos que la mente lo es todo, pero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;en realidad es limitada, es codiciosa, egocéntrica, cortoplacista y suele equivocarse..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Es de pensar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sí, pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estoy de acuerdo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Creo que tenemos que liberarnos más,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;arriesgarnos más,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tratar nuestros preconceptos y prejuicios,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claro que la filosofia es bonita y nos confunde.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por eso tenemos que creer más en uno mismo;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;buscar nuestros objetivos y intentar ser feliz,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ser amigo,ter buenos sentimientos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;aceptarnos como somos para tener &amp;nbsp;una linda autoestima&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;y seguir adelante estimulando nuestra mente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;para que con eso encontremos la tan soñada paz interior...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Solo así nos sentiremos realizados como personas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Claro, eso es lo que pienso yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Sí os sirve de algo me alegro mucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Un mega beso a todos mis amigos!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Lira Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SvCwhVzkojI/AAAAAAAAOV8/XxkMD2gTZq0/s1600-h/polar-bears-screensaver.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SvCwhVzkojI/AAAAAAAAOV8/XxkMD2gTZq0/s320/polar-bears-screensaver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-1946312228344803296</id><published>2009-10-18T01:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:47:34.827+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores para mis amigos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Porque necesito amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;que me alegren la vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;que me escuchen y aporten algo en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;mis dias,cuando estoy triste o feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Porque me dais mucho sin nada a cambio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Por eso un mimito para mis amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;los que pasan,los que vuelven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;los que siempre están conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Que no dejan que me sienta sola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gracias por la amistad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StpWm-tqbaI/AAAAAAAAON4/xWIU888qNis/s1600-h/PA152911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StpWm-tqbaI/AAAAAAAAON4/xWIU888qNis/s320/PA152911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StpWm-tqbaI/AAAAAAAAON4/xWIU888qNis/s1600-h/PA152911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #351c75;"&gt;Porque nada seria sin vosotros!!! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StpWm-tqbaI/AAAAAAAAON4/xWIU888qNis/s1600-h/PA152911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #351c75;"&gt;besos y un feliz dia!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-1946312228344803296?l=lirasantos.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/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StpWm-tqbaI/AAAAAAAAON4/xWIU888qNis/s72-c/PA152911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-8203011765359415002</id><published>2009-10-12T19:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:21:56.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Octubre Brasil &amp; España</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;La&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Fiesta Nacional de España&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(denominación oficial que anteriormente a 1987 recibía en España además el nombre de&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Día de la Hispanidad&lt;/b&gt;) conmemora la efeméride histórica del&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Descubrimiento_de_Am%C3%A9rica" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Descubrimiento de América"&gt;Descubrimiento de América&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;por&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cristobal_Col%C3%B3n" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Cristobal Colón"&gt;Cristobal Colón&lt;/a&gt;. La celebración tiene lugar cada&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/12_de_octubre" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="12 de octubre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;12 de octubre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, donde se celebra un&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desfile_militar" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Desfile militar"&gt;desfile militar&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;en la&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plaza_de_Col%C3%B3n_(Madrid)" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Plaza de Colón (Madrid)"&gt;Plaza de Colón&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madrid" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Madrid"&gt;Madrid&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;en el que asisten&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Su_Majestad" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Su Majestad"&gt;Su Majestad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;el&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rey_de_Espa%C3%B1a" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Rey de España"&gt;Rey&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;junto a la&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Familia_Real_Espa%C3%B1ola" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Familia Real Española"&gt;Familia Real&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;y los representantes más importantes de todos los&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Separaci%C3%B3n_de_poderes" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Separación de poderes"&gt;poderes del Estado&lt;/a&gt;, además de la mayoría de los presidentes de las&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comunidad_aut%C3%B3noma" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Comunidad autónoma"&gt;autonomías españolas&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;El&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Descubrimiento_de_Am%C3%A9rica" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Descubrimiento de América"&gt;Descubrimiento de América&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;en&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1492" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="1492"&gt;1492&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;fue trascendental y el 12 de octubre se ha considerado como un día memorable porque a partir de entonces se inició el contacto entre Europa y América, que culminó con el llamado "encuentro de dos mundos", que transforma las visiones del mundo y las vidas tanto de europeos como de americanos, ya que gracias a sus descubrimientos se gesta la&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colonizaci%C3%B3n_europea_de_Am%C3%A9rica" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Colonización europea de América"&gt;Colonización europea de América&lt;/a&gt;, iniciando un periodo de imposición lingüística y cultural en&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Am%C3%A9rica" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="América"&gt;América&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNgmWfrarI/AAAAAAAAOK8/7B9wkHCGA6Y/s1600-h/000JPG1rose.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNgmWfrarI/AAAAAAAAOK8/7B9wkHCGA6Y/s320/000JPG1rose.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Nossa Senhora da Imaculada Conceição Aparecida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;é um título&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Igreja_Cat%C3%B3lica_Apost%C3%B3lica_Romana" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Igreja Católica Apostólica Romana"&gt;católico&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;dedicado a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Maria"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt;, mãe de&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus_de_Nazar%C3%A9" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Jesus de Nazaré"&gt;Jesus de Nazaré&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bas%C3%ADlica_de_Nossa_Senhora_Aparecida" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Basílica de Nossa Senhora Aparecida"&gt;seu santuário&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;localiza-se em&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aparecida_(S%C3%A3o_Paulo)" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Aparecida (São Paulo)"&gt;Aparecida&lt;/a&gt;, no estado de&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A3o_Paulo" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="São Paulo"&gt;São Paulo&lt;/a&gt;, e a sua festa é comemorada anualmente em&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/12_de_outubro" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="12 de outubro"&gt;12 de outubro&lt;/a&gt;. Nossa Senhora Aparecida é a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santo_padroeiro" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Santo padroeiro"&gt;padroeira&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;do Brasil.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNgmWfrarI/AAAAAAAAOK8/7B9wkHCGA6Y/s1600-h/000JPG1rose.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNgmWfrarI/AAAAAAAAOK8/7B9wkHCGA6Y/s320/000JPG1rose.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;El día 20 de noviembre&amp;nbsp;ha quedado institucionalizado en &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;España&lt;/span&gt; como Día Internacional de los Derechos del Niño, o Día Universal de la Infancia (Administración Central), o Día de la Infancia en Andalucía... en definitiva, como una jornada de reflexión en torno a los problemas de la infancia de todos los lugares del mundo, siempre dirigido a fomentar un interés mayor de la ciudadanía y de los propios menores en la educación, la formación de valores, la protección, y la promoción de los derechos de niños y niñas. Con suerte desigual este día se viene celebrando en España de modo oficial desde 1.995.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNeHzeTKSI/AAAAAAAAOKs/QGkwJA4G1sw/s1600-h/Debut009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNeHzeTKSI/AAAAAAAAOKs/QGkwJA4G1sw/s200/Debut009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNdX4pqnTI/AAAAAAAAOKc/CMfODW-pYHQ/s1600-h/2001-02031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNdX4pqnTI/AAAAAAAAOKc/CMfODW-pYHQ/s200/2001-02031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNlKsFjCnI/AAAAAAAAOLE/C2Eb_5HviOk/s1600-h/Lennon082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNlKsFjCnI/AAAAAAAAOLE/C2Eb_5HviOk/s200/Lennon082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNdqx0IyOI/AAAAAAAAOKk/q-4gutbOzIk/s1600-h/Debut007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNdqx0IyOI/AAAAAAAAOKk/q-4gutbOzIk/s200/Debut007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Em&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portugal" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Portugal"&gt;Portugal&lt;/a&gt;, o dia das crianças é festejado em&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1_de_Junho" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="1 de Junho"&gt;1 de Junho&lt;/a&gt;, pois o mês de&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maio" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: underline;" title="Maio"&gt;Maio&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;homenageia&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria,_m%C3%A3e_de_Jesus" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Maria, mãe de Jesus"&gt;Maria, mãe de Jesus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNczrZq5gI/AAAAAAAAOKU/RfEo37JASSY/s1600-h/2001-02015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNczrZq5gI/AAAAAAAAOKU/RfEo37JASSY/s200/2001-02015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNePvG5KDI/AAAAAAAAOK0/vKNmWDdNokw/s1600-h/Debut010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNePvG5KDI/AAAAAAAAOK0/vKNmWDdNokw/s200/Debut010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;No&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brasil" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; text-decoration: underline;" title="Brasil"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;, o Dia da Criança é comemorado juntamente com o dia de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nossa_Senhora_da_Concei%C3%A7%C3%A3o_Aparecida" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Nossa Senhora da Conceição Aparecida"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Nossa Senhora Aparecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;, em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/12_de_outubro" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="12 de outubro"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;12 de outubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;, que é um&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feriados_no_Brasil" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Feriados no Brasil"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;feriado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;O Dia da Criança no Brasil foi criado na&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C3%A9cada_de_1920" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Década de 1920"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;década de 1920&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNZVKjH2bI/AAAAAAAAOKM/rTExqADydRk/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNZVKjH2bI/AAAAAAAAOKM/rTExqADydRk/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Dia Mundial da Criança&lt;/b&gt;, oficialmente, é&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/20_de_novembro" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="20 de novembro"&gt;20 de novembro&lt;/a&gt;, data que a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/ONU" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="ONU"&gt;ONU&lt;/a&gt;reconhece como Dia Universal das Crianças por ser a data em que foi aprovada a&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Declara%C3%A7%C3%A3o_dos_Direitos_da_Crian%C3%A7a" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Declaração dos Direitos da Criança"&gt;Declaração dos Direitos da Criança&lt;/a&gt;. Porém, a data efetiva de comemoração varia de país para país.&lt;/span&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/3224589113780332888-8203011765359415002?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8203011765359415002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=8203011765359415002' title='19 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/8203011765359415002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/8203011765359415002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/10/12-octubre-brasil-espana.html' title='12 Octubre Brasil &amp; España'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/StNgmWfrarI/AAAAAAAAOK8/7B9wkHCGA6Y/s72-c/000JPG1rose.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-6379375994493860936</id><published>2009-10-02T17:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:03:49.182+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu voto Por Rio!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SsYWPOPIHNI/AAAAAAAAOH0/3mmIhsxo1WE/s1600-h/rio_2016_rowing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SsYWPOPIHNI/AAAAAAAAOH0/3mmIhsxo1WE/s320/rio_2016_rowing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3224589113780332888-6379375994493860936?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6379375994493860936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=6379375994493860936' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/6379375994493860936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/6379375994493860936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-voto-por-rio.html' title='Eu voto Por Rio!!!'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SsYWPOPIHNI/AAAAAAAAOH0/3mmIhsxo1WE/s72-c/rio_2016_rowing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-4646760534117484567</id><published>2009-09-30T21:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:17:23.154+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Namastê a todos!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SsOsnPk65uI/AAAAAAAAOHo/06Snk1gTz60/s1600-h/namaste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SsOsnPk65uI/AAAAAAAAOHo/06Snk1gTz60/s320/namaste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;”Namastê é uma saudação, uma forma de reverência que pode ser desta forma traduzida: ‘A minha luz interior saúda a luz interior que brilha dentro de você.’ Geralmente, unem-se as mãos em frente ao peito, na altura do coração, em profundo sinal de respeito, inclinando-se a cabeça na direção das mãos. Dois indivíduos que se saúdam, reconhecendo a mesma essência dentro de cada um deles, apesar de suas claras e naturais diferenças.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo honro ese lugar en ti en donde habita el universo entero, yo honro ese lugar en ti que es un lugar de amor, de verdad, de luz. Y sé que cuando tú estás en ese lugar dentro de ti, y yo estoy en ese lugar dentro de mí, tú y yo somos uno solo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namastê a todos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-4646760534117484567?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4646760534117484567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=4646760534117484567' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4646760534117484567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4646760534117484567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/09/namaste-e-uma-saudacao-uma-forma-de.html' title='Namastê a todos!!!!'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SsOsnPk65uI/AAAAAAAAOHo/06Snk1gTz60/s72-c/namaste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-6948492431594044209</id><published>2009-09-22T17:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:45:17.359+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Haz como los pájaros:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Srjw1sEbtPI/AAAAAAAAN9o/thXcwyEei3Y/s1600-h/P1060713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384318159674914034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Srjw1sEbtPI/AAAAAAAAN9o/thXcwyEei3Y/s320/P1060713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comienza el día cantando.&lt;br /&gt;La música es reposo para el espíritu.&lt;br /&gt;Canta cualquier cosa,&lt;br /&gt;canta desafinando,&lt;br /&gt;pero canta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantar ensancha los pulmones y abre el alma para todo lo bueno que la vida ofrece.&lt;br /&gt;Si insistes en no cantar, por lo menos escucha mucha música y déjate llevar por ella.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ríete de la vida,&lt;br /&gt;ríete de los problemas,&lt;br /&gt;ríete de ti mismo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La gente empieza a ser feliz cuando es capaz de reírse de sí misma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ríete de las cosas buenas que te suceden.&lt;br /&gt;Ríete abiertamente para que todos se puedan contagiar de tu alegría. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No te dejes abatir por los problemas.&lt;br /&gt;Si procuras convencerte de que estás bien,&lt;br /&gt;vas a terminar&lt;br /&gt;convenciéndote de que realmente lo estás,&lt;br /&gt;y cuando menos lo pienses te vas a sentir realmente bien. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El buen humor,&lt;br /&gt;así como el mal humor,&lt;br /&gt;se contagian.&lt;br /&gt;¿Cual de ellos vas a escoger?&lt;br /&gt;Si estás de buen humor, las personas a tu alrededor también lo&lt;br /&gt;estarán y&lt;br /&gt;eso te dará más ánimo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee cosas positivas.&lt;br /&gt;Lee buenos libros.&lt;br /&gt;Lee poesía, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque la poesía&lt;br /&gt;es el arte de engrasar el alma. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee romances, historias de amor,&lt;br /&gt;o cualquier cosa que haga reavivar tus sentimientos mas íntimos, más puros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practica algún deporte.&lt;br /&gt;El peso de la cabeza es muy grande y tiene&lt;br /&gt;que ser contrarrestado con algo!&lt;br /&gt;Además te vas a sentir bien,&lt;br /&gt;dispuesto a emprender tu tarea,&lt;br /&gt;más animado,&lt;br /&gt;más joven. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resuelve tus obligaciones con satisfacción. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es maravilloso disfrutar de&lt;br /&gt;lo que se hace. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pon amor en todo lo que está a tu alcance,&lt;br /&gt;y...&lt;br /&gt;recibirás amor".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando te propongas hacer algo,&lt;br /&gt;¡métete de cabeza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dejes escapar las oportunidades&lt;br /&gt;que la vida te ofrece,&lt;br /&gt;puede ser que no vuelvan.&lt;br /&gt;No eres tú el que está pasando,&lt;br /&gt;son las oportunidades que dejaste ir.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguna barrera es infranqueable si estás dispuesto a luchar contra ella.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si tus propósitos son positivos,&lt;br /&gt;nada podrá detenerlos.&lt;br /&gt;No dejes que tus problemas se acumulen, resuélvelos lo antes posible. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habla, dialoga, explica,&lt;br /&gt;discute, perdona:&lt;br /&gt;lo que mata es el&lt;br /&gt;silencio, el rencor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exterioriza todo,&lt;br /&gt;deja que las personas sepan que las estimas,&lt;br /&gt;les quieres,&lt;br /&gt;que las necesitas,&lt;br /&gt;principalmente tu familia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡AMAR NO ES VERGÜENZA,&lt;br /&gt;por el contrario, ES MARAVILLOSO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vuelve a las cosas sencillas,&lt;br /&gt;contempla la naturaleza.&lt;br /&gt;Cultiva tu interior&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;brotará la belleza por todos tus poros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE FELIZ :&lt;br /&gt;Tú puedes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos podemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces ....... ¡¡¡Vamos, adelante !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besos....................................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-6948492431594044209?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6948492431594044209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=6948492431594044209' title='18 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/6948492431594044209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/6948492431594044209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/09/haz-como-los-pajaros.html' title='Haz como los pájaros:'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Srjw1sEbtPI/AAAAAAAAN9o/thXcwyEei3Y/s72-c/P1060713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-4698924916991726941</id><published>2009-09-18T17:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:12:39.959+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Equilíbrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SrOjXOhWJqI/AAAAAAAAN8Q/0WEgieGO7r8/s1600-h/image_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382825599068153506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SrOjXOhWJqI/AAAAAAAAN8Q/0WEgieGO7r8/s320/image_08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Para sentir-me pleno, tenho que ser estável...&lt;br /&gt;Para ser estável, é necessário equilíbrio...&lt;br /&gt;O equilíbrio entre:&lt;br /&gt;Ser alegre, e não inconveniente.&lt;br /&gt;Ser sincero, e não machucar.&lt;br /&gt;Ser firme nas idéias, e não arrogante.&lt;br /&gt;Ser humilde, e não submisso.&lt;br /&gt;Ser rápido, e não impreciso.&lt;br /&gt;Ser contente, e não complacente.&lt;br /&gt;Ser despreocupado, e não descuidado.&lt;br /&gt;Ser amoroso, e não pegajoso.&lt;br /&gt;Ser pacífico, e não passivo.&lt;br /&gt;Ser disciplinado, e não rígido.&lt;br /&gt;Ser flexível, e não frouxo.&lt;br /&gt;Ser comunicativo, e não exagerado.&lt;br /&gt;Ser obediente, e não cego.&lt;br /&gt;Ser doce, e não melado.&lt;br /&gt;Ser moldável, e não tolo.&lt;br /&gt;Ser introspectivo, e não enclausurado.&lt;br /&gt;Ser determinado, e não teimoso.&lt;br /&gt;Ser corajoso, e não agressivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-4698924916991726941?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4698924916991726941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=4698924916991726941' title='16 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4698924916991726941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4698924916991726941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/09/equilibrio.html' title='Equilíbrio'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SrOjXOhWJqI/AAAAAAAAN8Q/0WEgieGO7r8/s72-c/image_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-60564312746539747</id><published>2009-09-09T17:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:33:23.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Comprometa-se</title><content type='html'>&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfHNC5aBFI/AAAAAAAAN4E/cTVUroiZJqk/s1600-h/IMG_1892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379487306847224914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfHNC5aBFI/AAAAAAAAN4E/cTVUroiZJqk/s320/IMG_1892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Quanto mais você aceitar tanto seu lado bom quanto o ruim, tanto menos crítico será para com as pessoas que o cercam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se estivermos dispostos a agir de forma honesta, cada relacionamento pode tornar-se um espelho.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfHhMcFDOI/AAAAAAAAN4M/aejcBSzl_uQ/s1600-h/IMG_1900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379487653005954274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfHhMcFDOI/AAAAAAAAN4M/aejcBSzl_uQ/s200/IMG_1900.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando reagimos com irritação desproporcional ao comportamento de outra pessoa, isso normalmente acontece porque tal atitude espelha algo que não queremos perceber em nós mesmos. Ao identificar e aceitar as múltiplas facetas de sua natureza, você estará se capacitando a aceitar com maior facilidade as pessoas e, portanto, a viver mais em paz consigo e com as pessoas que importam em sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob uma perspectiva espiritual, a meta do amor consiste em enxergar você no outro e o outro em você. Este estado de consciência unificadora é a expressão da divindade na humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao se sentir confortável dentro de si, seu contentamento interior ajuda naturalmente aqueles que estão ao seu redor a se sentirem mais confortáveis.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfH0DFncgI/AAAAAAAAN4U/rTf4VygN1lg/s1600-h/IMG_1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379487976913334786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfH0DFncgI/AAAAAAAAN4U/rTf4VygN1lg/s200/IMG_1915.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um coração repleto de compaixão transmite a mensagem: “Reconheço você... Conheço você... Aceito você." Você pode assumir um risco, indo além de seus limites normais, mas isso significa mover-se para fora de sua zona de segurança... vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraçar o desconhecido nos oferece nossa maior oportunidade de crescimento pessoal, enquanto desperta nossos maiores temores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfIFITUM-I/AAAAAAAAN4c/1lW6FGYQQsY/s1600-h/IMG_1920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379488270370747362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfIFITUM-I/AAAAAAAAN4c/1lW6FGYQQsY/s200/IMG_1920.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você se apaixona torna-se uma pessoa diferente... existem vários tipos de relacionamentos apaixonantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfIti-iYwI/AAAAAAAAN4k/1Px_7GDUmgo/s1600-h/IMG_1852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379488964726121218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfIti-iYwI/AAAAAAAAN4k/1Px_7GDUmgo/s200/IMG_1852.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor expande nosso sentido de nós mesmos, algo que, uma vez expandido, jamais retorna a seu tamanho original. Uma vida desfrutada em amor é a única vida que vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como citado em Coríntios, sem amor, o conhecimento e a caridade são vazios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfJDqVo0YI/AAAAAAAAN4s/29dfxtENfsc/s1600-h/IMG_1878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379489344659181954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfJDqVo0YI/AAAAAAAAN4s/29dfxtENfsc/s200/IMG_1878.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre a fé, a esperança e o amor, o amor é o maior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfJXeuoF2I/AAAAAAAAN40/uqP0lfIrHfE/s1600-h/IMG_1883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379489685140150114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfJXeuoF2I/AAAAAAAAN40/uqP0lfIrHfE/s200/IMG_1883.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprometa-se a amar sob todas as suas expressões. Mesmo depois de tanto tempo, o sol nunca diz para a terra, “você me deve”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja o que acontece com um amor como este, Ele ilumina o céu inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfGp-jqXBI/AAAAAAAAN38/0MxiARZgf9s/s1600-h/IMG_1880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379486704386858002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfGp-jqXBI/AAAAAAAAN38/0MxiARZgf9s/s200/IMG_1880.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libertar-se de hábitos exige atenção focada e força de vontade. Os hábitos preenchem necessidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para abandonar um comportamento indesejável, você deve substituí-lo por um que o gratifique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfGQLIr1vI/AAAAAAAAN30/I9p73I0wpqE/s1600-h/IMG_1874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379486261086770930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfGQLIr1vI/AAAAAAAAN30/I9p73I0wpqE/s200/IMG_1874.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À medida que você trouxer para o seu cotidiano influências que apóiem seu bem estar emocional e físico, o alívio temporário que seu antigo hábito lhe oferecia será substituído por conforto e harmonia duradouros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procure relacionamentos e comunidades que reforcem seu compromisso de adotar escolhas que promovam a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfFxl23NHI/AAAAAAAAN3s/8GJ-T_dfCvs/s1600-h/IMG_1868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379485735683830898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfFxl23NHI/AAAAAAAAN3s/8GJ-T_dfCvs/s200/IMG_1868.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos a soma das escolhas que fizemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se a cada momento: todo mundo faz seu melhor, com base em seu atual estado de consciência.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfFU8G6noI/AAAAAAAAN3k/7Z6BUaQMSDs/s1600-h/IMG_1865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379485243440537218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfFU8G6noI/AAAAAAAAN3k/7Z6BUaQMSDs/s200/IMG_1865.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das amebas unicelulares aos seres humanos com trilhões de células, a dança da vida inclui a alternância entre pausa e o movimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vitalidade e o entusiasmo são frutos de uma vida em harmonia com os ritmos da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;David Simon    &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Fotos en Monforte e Cañones del Sil,Galicia)By Lira Santos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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&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/3224589113780332888-60564312746539747?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/60564312746539747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=60564312746539747' title='19 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/60564312746539747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/60564312746539747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/09/comprometa-se.html' title='Comprometa-se'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SqfHNC5aBFI/AAAAAAAAN4E/cTVUroiZJqk/s72-c/IMG_1892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-7165932792960435945</id><published>2009-09-01T21:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:33:29.631+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caión en La Coruña</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caión,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Un pueblo marinero que vale la pena conocerlo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp110UaEcDI/AAAAAAAANh4/QMZvTb0epiQ/s1600-h/IMG_1658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376583071841939506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp110UaEcDI/AAAAAAAANh4/QMZvTb0epiQ/s200/IMG_1658.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp119ZNZJHI/AAAAAAAANiA/ouj1T8F7iS4/s1600-h/IMG_1661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376583227749770354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp119ZNZJHI/AAAAAAAANiA/ouj1T8F7iS4/s200/IMG_1661.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He pasado un bonito dia en este pueblo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp10LIUu63I/AAAAAAAANhg/MvR1A-nud3s/s1600-h/IMG_1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376581264712067954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp10LIUu63I/AAAAAAAANhg/MvR1A-nud3s/s320/IMG_1656.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sus calles son llenas de magia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp1zrTuBmAI/AAAAAAAANhQ/0uwfDgk_yFU/s1600-h/IMG_1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376580718015125506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp1zrTuBmAI/AAAAAAAANhQ/0uwfDgk_yFU/s200/IMG_1652.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp1zx4z7zWI/AAAAAAAANhY/7ec2OV1xtDw/s1600-h/IMG_1654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376580831051238754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp1zx4z7zWI/AAAAAAAANhY/7ec2OV1xtDw/s200/IMG_1654.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Esta a 15km de La Coruña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp1zWQuhOXI/AAAAAAAANhI/woMp0oJKUT8/s1600-h/IMG_1651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376580356434639218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp1zWQuhOXI/AAAAAAAANhI/woMp0oJKUT8/s320/IMG_1651.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Un pueblo marinero muy acojedor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp1y448dLBI/AAAAAAAANhA/BkEYky9d9LY/s1600-h/IMG_1645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376579851834436626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp1y448dLBI/AAAAAAAANhA/BkEYky9d9LY/s320/IMG_1645.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;La Playa de Las Salseras esta DIVINA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp11Q9PvQaI/AAAAAAAANhw/wOW0tMLmg8I/s1600-h/IMG_1657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376582464329171362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp11Q9PvQaI/AAAAAAAANhw/wOW0tMLmg8I/s320/IMG_1657.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;besos con cariño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lira&lt;/strong&gt;&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/3224589113780332888-7165932792960435945?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7165932792960435945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=7165932792960435945' title='12 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/7165932792960435945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/7165932792960435945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/09/caion-en-la-coruna.html' title='Caión en La Coruña'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sp110UaEcDI/AAAAAAAANh4/QMZvTb0epiQ/s72-c/IMG_1658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-1311752940358861421</id><published>2009-08-24T11:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:09:18.013+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Mimito para ti....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SpJX10nCGrI/AAAAAAAANcA/Y1yIgIIJuZc/s1600-h/duendes5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373453887573465778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SpJX10nCGrI/AAAAAAAANcA/Y1yIgIIJuZc/s400/duendes5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Un mimito para ti,&lt;br /&gt;Sí,..para ti que me visita ,que me sigue,&lt;br /&gt;que esta conmigo...&lt;br /&gt;besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-1311752940358861421?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1311752940358861421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=1311752940358861421' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/1311752940358861421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/1311752940358861421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-mimito-para-ti.html' title='Un Mimito para ti....'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SpJX10nCGrI/AAAAAAAANcA/Y1yIgIIJuZc/s72-c/duendes5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-5864307794994121481</id><published>2009-08-19T18:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:10:39.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sowq9b0Od0I/AAAAAAAANLA/TaIpyvkqTpg/s1600-h/IMG_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371715690473355074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sowq9b0Od0I/AAAAAAAANLA/TaIpyvkqTpg/s200/IMG_0437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Asi es la ley&lt;br /&gt;Hay un angel hecho para mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te conoci…el tienpo se me fue&lt;br /&gt;Tal como llego&lt;br /&gt;Y te falle, te hice daño&lt;br /&gt;Tantos años yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pase por todo sin pensar&lt;br /&gt;Te ame si casi amar&lt;br /&gt;Y al final, quien me salvo&lt;br /&gt;El angel que quiero yo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nuevo tuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;Te cuelas en mis huesos&lt;br /&gt;Dejandome tu beso&lt;br /&gt;Junto al corazon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y otra vez tuuu&lt;br /&gt;Abriendome tus alas&lt;br /&gt;Me sacas de las malas..rachas del dolor&lt;br /&gt;Por que tu eres..&lt;br /&gt;El angel que quiero you&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estoy fatal&lt;br /&gt;No se que hacer ni a donde ir&lt;br /&gt;Me fije en ti en ti…&lt;br /&gt;Y te siento cerca…pensando en mi&lt;br /&gt;El cuerpo se me va…&lt;br /&gt;Hacia donde tu estas&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida cambio&lt;br /&gt;Junto al corazon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie Williams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-5864307794994121481?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5864307794994121481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=5864307794994121481' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5864307794994121481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5864307794994121481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/08/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sowq9b0Od0I/AAAAAAAANLA/TaIpyvkqTpg/s72-c/IMG_0437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-8164740773140200525</id><published>2009-08-07T19:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:48:30.745+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver Ñ dói........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Snxnw3V7SxI/AAAAAAAANEc/1tjVWiCTd80/s1600-h/ha175.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367278945106086674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Snxnw3V7SxI/AAAAAAAANEc/1tjVWiCTd80/s200/ha175.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Definitivo, como tudo o que é simples.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa dor não advém das coisas vividas, mas das coisas que foram sonhadas e não se cumpriram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que sofremos tanto por amor?&lt;br /&gt;O certo seria a gente não sofrer, apenas agradecer por termos conhecido uma pessoa tão bacana, que gerou em nós um sentimento intenso e que nos fez companhia por um tempo razoável, um tempo feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofremos por quê? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Snxn8BPumnI/AAAAAAAANEk/PN7zOfBgU9Y/s1600-h/ha198bz5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367279136743004786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Snxn8BPumnI/AAAAAAAANEk/PN7zOfBgU9Y/s200/ha198bz5.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque automaticamente esquecemos o que foi desfrutado e passamos a sofrer pelas nossas projeções irrealizadas, por todas as cidades que gostaríamos de ter conhecido ao lado do nosso amor e não conhecemos, por todos os filhos que gostaríamos de ter tido junto e não tivemos, por todos os shows e livros e silêncios que gostaríamos de ter compartilhado, e não compartilhamos. Por todos os beijos cancelados, pela eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofremos não porque nosso trabalho é desgastante e paga pouco, mas por todas as horas livres que deixamos de ter para ir ao cinema, para conversar com um amigo, para nadar, para namorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofremos não porque nossa mãe é impaciente conosco, mas por todos os momentos em que poderíamos estar confidenciando a ela nossas mais profundas angústias se ela estivesse interessada em nos compreender. Sofremos não porque nosso time perdeu, mas pela euforia sufocada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SnxolwjEoLI/AAAAAAAANE0/25jy-No5zbc/s1600-h/183451tblnrp0zc5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 88px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367279853815242930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SnxolwjEoLI/AAAAAAAANE0/25jy-No5zbc/s200/183451tblnrp0zc5.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofremos não porque envelhecemos, mas porque o futuro está sendo confiscado de nós, impedindo assim que mil aventuras nos aconteçam, todas aquelas com as quais sonhamos e nunca chegamos a experimentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Como aliviar a dor do que não foi vivido? A resposta é simples como um verso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se iludindo menos e vivendo mais!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SnxoLBgsy9I/AAAAAAAANEs/ZirhcHcTxmA/s1600-h/ha206ch7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367279394512227282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SnxoLBgsy9I/AAAAAAAANEs/ZirhcHcTxmA/s200/ha206ch7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A cada dia que vivo, mais me convenço de que o desperdício da vida está no amor que não damos, nas forças que não usamos, na prudência egoísta que nada arrisca, e que, esquivando-se do sofrimento, perdemos também a felicidade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A dor é inevitável.&lt;br /&gt;O sofrimento é opcional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367278650695769778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SnxnfulCXrI/AAAAAAAANEU/36eNspiAAH4/s200/Have+a+beautiful+day.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&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/3224589113780332888-8164740773140200525?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8164740773140200525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=8164740773140200525' title='16 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/8164740773140200525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/8164740773140200525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/08/viver-n-doi.html' title='Viver Ñ dói........'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Snxnw3V7SxI/AAAAAAAANEc/1tjVWiCTd80/s72-c/ha175.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-6766087314244280370</id><published>2009-07-29T16:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:54:05.362+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No pierdas tu dignidad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SnBj7jeMjHI/AAAAAAAANAI/ZJQaCq06Mb8/s1600-h/IMG_1461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363897030983584882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SnBj7jeMjHI/AAAAAAAANAI/ZJQaCq06Mb8/s400/IMG_1461.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Ama a tu hombre y siguelo, pero solamente si ambos representaran, uno para el otro, lo que la Diosa Madre enseño:&lt;br /&gt;Amor, compañerismo y amistad”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Jamas permitas que ningún hombre te esclavice: naciste libre para amar, y no para ser esclava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jamas permitas que tu corazón sufra en nombre del amor. Amar es un acto de felicidad, por que sufrir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Jamas permitas que tus ojos derramen lágrimas por alguién que nunca te hará sonreir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jamas permitas que el uso de tu cuerpo sea cercenado. Tu cuerpo es la morada del espíritu. Por que mantenerlo aprisionado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Jamas te permitas estar horas esperando alguién que nunca vendrá, aunque te lo haya prometido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jamas permitas que tu tiempo sea desperdiciado con alguién que nunca tendrá tiempo para vos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jamas permitas oir gritos en tus oidos. El Amor es lo único que puede hablar mas alto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Jamas permitas que pasiones desenfrenadas te lleven de un mundo real para otro que nunca existio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jamas permitas que otros sueños se mezclen a los tuyos, volviendolos una gran pesadilla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jamas creas que alguién pueda volver cuando nunca estuvo presente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Jamas permitas vivir en la dependencia de un hombre como si hubieras nacido inválida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Jamas te pongas linda y maravillosa&lt;br /&gt;a fin de esperar un hombre&lt;br /&gt;que no tendra ojos para admirarte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jamas permitas que tus piés&lt;br /&gt;caminen en dirección de un hombre que solo vive huyendo de vos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jamas permitas que el dolor, la tristeza, la soledad, el odio, el resentimiento, los celos, el remordimiento y todo aquello que pueda sacar el brillo de tus ojos, la dominen, haciendo enfriar la fuerza que existe dentro tuyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y, sobre todo, jamas permitas perder la dignidad de ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUJER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Desconocido &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Un beso y mucha luz!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-6766087314244280370?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6766087314244280370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=6766087314244280370' title='15 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/6766087314244280370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/6766087314244280370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-pierdas-tu-dignidad.html' title='No pierdas tu dignidad.'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SnBj7jeMjHI/AAAAAAAANAI/ZJQaCq06Mb8/s72-c/IMG_1461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-2010359728146500660</id><published>2009-07-28T18:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:36:28.499+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedacinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sm8o-4oGfdI/AAAAAAAAM_8/JXiqufOiUz4/s1600-h/kebilland711zs6.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363550742039133650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sm8o-4oGfdI/AAAAAAAAM_8/JXiqufOiUz4/s400/kebilland711zs6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Pra que ficar juntando os pedacinhos do amor que se acabou, nada vai colar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;nada vai trazer de volta a beleza cristalina do começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;e os remendos pegam mal, logo vão quebrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;afinal, a gente sofre de teimoso quando esquece o que é prazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;...adeus também foi feito pra se dizer;...bye bye so long ,fare well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Pra que tornar as coisas tao sombrias na hora de partir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;por que nao se abrir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;se o que vale é o sentimento e nao palavras quase sempre traiçoeiras e é bobeira se enganar melhor nem tentar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guilherme Arantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;...Ñ junte pedacinhos...se existem tantos inteiros por ai.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-2010359728146500660?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2010359728146500660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=2010359728146500660' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/2010359728146500660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/2010359728146500660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/07/pedacinhos.html' title='Pedacinhos'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sm8o-4oGfdI/AAAAAAAAM_8/JXiqufOiUz4/s72-c/kebilland711zs6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-6149216883118567453</id><published>2009-07-20T14:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:43:39.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia da AMIZADE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SmRmSzLrpYI/AAAAAAAAM9g/iTMuRGjnV08/s1600-h/duendecitosenamorados2qb.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360521929640617346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SmRmSzLrpYI/AAAAAAAAM9g/iTMuRGjnV08/s400/duendecitosenamorados2qb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Difícil querer definir amigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amigo é quem te dá um pedacinho do chão, quando é de terra firme que você precisa, ou um pedacinho do céu, se é o sonho que te faz falta.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é mais que ombro amigo, é mão estendida, mente aberta, coração pulsante, costas largas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;É quem tentou e fez, e nao tem o egoísmo de não querer compartilhar o que aprendeu. É aquele que cede e nao espera retorno, porque sabe que o ato de compartilhar um instante qualquer contigo já o realimenta, satisfaz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;É quem já sentiu ou um dia vai sentir o mesmo que você. É a compreensao para o seu cansaço e a insatisfação para a sua reticência.&lt;br /&gt;É aquele que entende seu desejo de voar, de sumir devagar, a angústia pela compreensao dos acontecimentos, a sede pelo "por vir".&lt;br /&gt;É ao mesmo tempo espelho que te reflete, e óleo derramado sobre suas águas agitadas. É quem fica enfurecido por enxergar seu erro, querer tanto o seu bem e saber que a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mensagensepoemas.uol.com.br/amizade/verdadeira/amigo-um-ensaio.html##"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;perfeiçao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; é utopia.&lt;br /&gt;É o sol que seca suas lágrimas, é a polpa que adocica ainda mais seu sorriso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amigo é aquele que toca na sua ferida numa mesa de chopp, acompanha suas vitórias, faz piada amenizando problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;É quem tem medo, dor, náusea, cólica, gozo, igualzinho a você.É quem sabe que viver é ter história pra contar.&lt;br /&gt;É quem sorri pra você sem motivo aparente, é quem sofre com seu sofrimento, é o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mensagensepoemas.uol.com.br/amizade/verdadeira/amigo-um-ensaio.html##"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;padrinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; filosófico dos seus filhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;É o achar daquilo que você nem sabia que buscava.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é aquele que te lê em cartas esperadas ou não, pequenos bilhetes em sala de aula, mensagens eletrônicas emocionadas.É aquele que te ouve ao telefone mesmo quando a ligaçao é caótica, com o mesmo prazer e atençao que teria se tivesse olhando em seus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é multimídia. Olhos... amigo é quem fala e ouve com o olhar, o seu e o dele em sintonia telepática. É aquele que percebe em seus olhos seus desejos, seus disfarces, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mensagensepoemas.uol.com.br/amizade/verdadeira/amigo-um-ensaio.html##"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;, medo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;É aquele que aguarda pacientemente e se entusiasma quando vê surgir aquele tao esperado brilho no seu olhar, e é quem tem uma palavra sob medida quando estes mesmos olhos estão amplificando tristeza interior.&lt;br /&gt;É lua nova, é a estrela mais brilhante, é luz que se renova a cada instante, com múltiplas e inesperadas cores que cabem todas na sua íris.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é aquele que te diz "eu te amo" sem qualquer medo de má interpretação : amigo é quem te ama "e ponto".É verdade e razão, sonho e sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é pra sempre, mesmo que o sempre não exista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marcelo Batalha&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/3224589113780332888-6149216883118567453?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6149216883118567453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=6149216883118567453' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/6149216883118567453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/6149216883118567453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/07/feliz-dia-da-amizade.html' title='Feliz dia da AMIZADE...'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SmRmSzLrpYI/AAAAAAAAM9g/iTMuRGjnV08/s72-c/duendecitosenamorados2qb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-2172157044950621987</id><published>2009-07-20T01:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T02:09:32.111+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma Cigana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SmO1eODW4QI/AAAAAAAAM9Q/FRErPsxcEq0/s1600-h/cigana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360327512273903874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SmO1eODW4QI/AAAAAAAAM9Q/FRErPsxcEq0/s400/cigana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou da mata a sombra verde que caminha, sou linha.&lt;br /&gt;Sou ave de asas abertas voando ao léu, sou dona do céu.&lt;br /&gt;Sou tempo fulgente que o passado não sente, sou presente.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o caso do acaso enlaçando os enredos, sou segredo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou desvairada cobiça do ouro que inflama, sou trama.&lt;br /&gt;Sou a nota da música que forma o canto, sou pranto.&lt;br /&gt;Sou do Sendero a flecha certeira que brilha, sou trilha.&lt;br /&gt;Sou saudade que a nostalgia alcança, sou lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;Sou parte central do fulgor da paixão, sou coração.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o traço decisivo que sulca a palma, sou alma.&lt;br /&gt;Sou lume distante que busca o horizonte, sou fonte.&lt;br /&gt;Sou fervor de mãos postas em contrição, sou oração.&lt;br /&gt;Sou visão que permeia o delírio lento, sou pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o gosto mais doce que fica no beijo, sou desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou fiel guardiã das emoções que sinto, sou instinto.&lt;br /&gt;Sou dano e ganho entre tudo e nada, sou bruxa e fada.&lt;br /&gt;Sou na tarde silente o tanger triste do sino, sou destino. Sou reticências dos versos que componho, sou sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Sou harmonia da palavra rimando com flor,&lt;br /&gt;sou amor.&lt;br /&gt;Sou cigana,&lt;br /&gt;magia ancestral assumida,&lt;br /&gt;Sou vida... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady Foppa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Adorei esse poema e por isso quero compartir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Espero que vcs gostem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Feliz dia da AMIZADE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3224589113780332888-2172157044950621987?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2172157044950621987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=2172157044950621987' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/2172157044950621987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/2172157044950621987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/07/alma-cigana.html' title='Alma Cigana'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SmO1eODW4QI/AAAAAAAAM9Q/FRErPsxcEq0/s72-c/cigana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-2441360198906374455</id><published>2009-07-10T17:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:48:44.068+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sldia1WyQNI/AAAAAAAAMqA/Cv7MN4MbrmU/s1600-h/101859095_d0b07a88a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356858494919262418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sldia1WyQNI/AAAAAAAAMqA/Cv7MN4MbrmU/s400/101859095_d0b07a88a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Viver uma verdadeira experiência amorosa é um dos maiores prazeres da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Gostar é sentir com a alma, mas expressar os sentimentos depende das idéias de cada um. Condicionamos o amor às nossas necessidades neuróticas e acabamos com ele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Vivemos uma vida tentando fazer com que os outros se responsabilizem pelas nossas necessidades enquanto nós nos abandonamos irresponsavelmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Queremos ser amados e não nos amamos, queremos ser compreendidos e não nos compreendemos, queremos o apoio dos outros e damos o nosso a eles? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Quando nos abandonamos, queremos achar alguém que venha a preencher o buraco que nós cavamos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A insatisfação, o vazio interior se transformam na busca contínua de novos relacionamentos, cujos resultados frustrantes se repetirão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Cada um é o único responsável pelas suas próprias necessidades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Só quem se ama pode encontrar em sua vida Um Amor de Verdade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SldiNYn8WzI/AAAAAAAAMp4/-wItNGyYtt8/s1600-h/95488786_4f596c4d5d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356858263868300082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SldiNYn8WzI/AAAAAAAAMp4/-wItNGyYtt8/s400/95488786_4f596c4d5d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="autor" style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 1em; COLOR: rgb(0,0,255)" href="http://www.blogger.com/autor/Zibia_Gasparetto/"&gt;Zíbia Gasparetto&lt;/a&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/3224589113780332888-2441360198906374455?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2441360198906374455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=2441360198906374455' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/2441360198906374455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/2441360198906374455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/07/viver-uma-verdadeira-experiencia.html' title=''/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sldia1WyQNI/AAAAAAAAMqA/Cv7MN4MbrmU/s72-c/101859095_d0b07a88a9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-5170884670591217216</id><published>2009-07-09T19:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:52:43.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Se eu quizer que meus sonhos se realizem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ñ devo dormir demais!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358386168678812242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SlzP1Jl3ilI/AAAAAAAAM7k/6O2xLDV7yyw/s400/1717537632_8f2f24ba65.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Ninguém disse que a vida é fácil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;apenas se disse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que ela vale a pena!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358380431606721426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SlzKnNVSq5I/AAAAAAAAM7E/0Zosg9TREgk/s400/ipe_amarelo___3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sofremos demasiado pelo pouco que nos falta e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alegramo-nos pouco pelo muito que temos..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358385818665608482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SlzPgxsN5SI/AAAAAAAAM7c/l3XWZJ8q7gQ/s400/flamboyant-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Com um sorriso no rosto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;as pessoas terao as melhores impressoes de vc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e vc estará afirmando para vc mesmo que esta pronto para ser feliz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358379807615345666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SlzKC4yJ5AI/AAAAAAAAM68/fQNBaQDHu6g/s400/112658660_bc0e173558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358379648049935810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SlzJ5mWy9cI/AAAAAAAAM60/gFYOqBNJ2Jo/s400/102415471_94402e6f21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Um beijo para todos os meus amigos......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3224589113780332888-5170884670591217216?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5170884670591217216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=5170884670591217216' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5170884670591217216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5170884670591217216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-que-domina-los-otros-es-fuerte-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SlzP1Jl3ilI/AAAAAAAAM7k/6O2xLDV7yyw/s72-c/1717537632_8f2f24ba65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-4700659521921410407</id><published>2009-07-06T10:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:10:04.179+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexionar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SlGxRB5mXlI/AAAAAAAAMjQ/Eexxc_vFzjg/s1600-h/100_2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355256338046148178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SlGxRB5mXlI/AAAAAAAAMjQ/Eexxc_vFzjg/s400/100_2386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"O que me preocupa ñ é o grito dos maus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;É o silencio dos bons."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-4700659521921410407?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4700659521921410407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=4700659521921410407' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4700659521921410407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4700659521921410407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflexionar.html' title='Reflexionar....'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SlGxRB5mXlI/AAAAAAAAMjQ/Eexxc_vFzjg/s72-c/100_2386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-7193384873023956784</id><published>2009-07-02T08:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:12:38.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SkxPrxS0qUI/AAAAAAAAMiQ/g8S9mN8rRBo/s1600-h/crioulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353741670421932354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SkxPrxS0qUI/AAAAAAAAMiQ/g8S9mN8rRBo/s400/crioulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bom mesmo é ir a luta com determinação, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abraçar a vida e viver com paixão, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perder com classe e vencer com ousadia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque o mundo pertence a quem se atreve e A VIDA É MUITO para ser insignificante"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353741385028939138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 51px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SkxPbKH1LYI/AAAAAAAAMiI/TBRDm5PWWXk/s400/1832371o8cmlh50ee.gif" border="0" /&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/3224589113780332888-7193384873023956784?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7193384873023956784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=7193384873023956784' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/7193384873023956784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/7193384873023956784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/07/bom-mesmo-e-ir-luta-com-determinacao.html' title=''/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SkxPrxS0qUI/AAAAAAAAMiQ/g8S9mN8rRBo/s72-c/crioulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-390571708241903551</id><published>2009-06-27T16:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:52:07.657+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine * John Lennon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SkYz7ysNlOI/AAAAAAAAMdQ/BfxGfPEXjpY/s1600-h/r-318-john-lennon-face-curl-74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352022309488923874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SkYz7ysNlOI/AAAAAAAAMdQ/BfxGfPEXjpY/s400/r-318-john-lennon-face-curl-74.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Imagine que não existe paraíso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;É fácil se você tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Nenhum inferno abaixo de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E acima apenas o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Imagine todas as pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Vivendo para o hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Imagine não existir países&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Não é difícil de fazê-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Nada pelo que lutar ou morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E nenhuma religião também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Imagine todas as pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Vivendo a vida em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Talvez você diga que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu sou um sonhador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas não sou o único&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Desejo que um dia você se junte a nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E o mundo, então, será como um só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Imagine não existir posses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Surpreenderia-me se você conseguisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sem necessidades e fome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Uma irmandade humana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Imagine todas as pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Compartilhando o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Talvez você diga que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu sou um sonhador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas não sou o único&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Desejo que um dia você se junte a nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E o mundo, então, será como um só..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352022559190233698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 27px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SkY0KU5pMmI/AAAAAAAAMdY/ExlS4fAJg1k/s400/608930efq7iuvtki.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gente bonita Hola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estive uns dias meia "pra baixo" mas depois de tudo que leio e escrevo ñ encontrei sentido para continuar assim, portanto vou sacudir a poeira e dar a volta por cima...&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sou um pouco "sonhadora" mas ñ sou a única...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Um beijo para todos meus amigos,como é bom te-los e compartilhar sentimentos e muito mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um feliz final de semana........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352025183193686290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 27px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SkY2jEE0YRI/AAAAAAAAMdg/VG0ueM0zj5A/s400/608930efq7iuvtki.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-390571708241903551?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/390571708241903551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=390571708241903551' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/390571708241903551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/390571708241903551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/06/imagine-john-lennon.html' title='Imagine * John Lennon'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SkYz7ysNlOI/AAAAAAAAMdQ/BfxGfPEXjpY/s72-c/r-318-john-lennon-face-curl-74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-4195134616394381146</id><published>2009-06-27T00:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:01:47.609+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Propuesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SkVS1Fhp5OI/AAAAAAAAMdI/E2-cLT_LXR0/s1600-h/miss_you.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351774804169581794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SkVS1Fhp5OI/AAAAAAAAMdI/E2-cLT_LXR0/s400/miss_you.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Yo te propongo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Que nos amemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Nos entreguemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Y en el momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Que el tiempo afuera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;No corra más &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Yo te propongo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Darte mi cuerpo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Después de amar y mucho abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Y más que todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Despues de todo Brindarte a ti mi paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Yo te propongo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;De madrugada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Si estás cansada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Darte mis brazos Y en un abrazo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Hacerte a ti dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Yo te propongo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;No hablar de nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Seguir muy juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;La misma senda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Y continuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Después de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Al amanecer ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roberto Carlos - Propuesta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-4195134616394381146?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4195134616394381146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=4195134616394381146' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4195134616394381146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4195134616394381146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/06/propuesta.html' title='Propuesta'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SkVS1Fhp5OI/AAAAAAAAMdI/E2-cLT_LXR0/s72-c/miss_you.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-5759521859283763406</id><published>2009-06-25T00:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:20:35.908+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SkKlsFZbWNI/AAAAAAAAMbA/cMhfE_50iPs/s1600-h/IMG_1393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351021484051224786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SkKlsFZbWNI/AAAAAAAAMbA/cMhfE_50iPs/s400/IMG_1393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Julgar-se piór qe os outros é um dos mais violentos atos de orgulho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Porque é usar a maneira mais destrutiva possível d ser diferente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351020873113432370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SkKlIhegcTI/AAAAAAAAMa4/4yfmW_kC_eU/s400/2057398jhl6f0a9fa.gif" border="0" /&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/3224589113780332888-5759521859283763406?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5759521859283763406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=5759521859283763406' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5759521859283763406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5759521859283763406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/06/julgar-se-pior-qe-os-outros-e-um-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SkKlsFZbWNI/AAAAAAAAMbA/cMhfE_50iPs/s72-c/IMG_1393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-610245451676085075</id><published>2009-06-19T09:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:57:23.672+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SjtDGHChsPI/AAAAAAAAMX0/jnewq-5ZCWk/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348942754680516850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SjtDGHChsPI/AAAAAAAAMX0/jnewq-5ZCWk/s400/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um texto anônimo da tradiçao diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que cada pessoa,em sua existência,pode ter duas atitudes:Contruir ou Plantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os construtores podem demorar anos em suas tarefas mas um dia terminam aquilo que estavam fazendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entao param e ficam limitados por suas próprias paredes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida perde o sentido quando a construçao acaba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas existem os que plantam,estes às vezes sofrem com tempestades,as estaçoes e raramente descansam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ao contrário de um edificio;o Jardim jamais para de crescer e ao mesmo tempo que exige a atençao do jardineiro,também permite que para ele a vida seja uma grande aventura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os jardineiros se reconhecerao entre si porque sabem que na história de cada planta está o crescimento da terra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um bom final de semana aos meus amigos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijo&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348942530540734162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SjtC5EDcBtI/AAAAAAAAMXs/VSEx0PosMD0/s400/147.JPG" /&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/3224589113780332888-610245451676085075?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/610245451676085075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=610245451676085075' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/610245451676085075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/610245451676085075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-texto-anonimo-da-tradicao-diz-que.html' title='Paulo Coelho'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SjtDGHChsPI/AAAAAAAAMX0/jnewq-5ZCWk/s72-c/079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-2561844089125038164</id><published>2009-06-19T01:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:04:59.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SjrH9Ul43_I/AAAAAAAAMXY/XHam5PCE65c/s1600-h/!cid_6_291147462%40web111414_mail_gq1_yahoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348807363769458674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SjrH9Ul43_I/AAAAAAAAMXY/XHam5PCE65c/s400/!cid_6_291147462%40web111414_mail_gq1_yahoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ñ chore pelos sentimentos terem terminado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sorria por eles terem existidos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348807174471441922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SjrHyTZuXgI/AAAAAAAAMXQ/6u3aYO_tT98/s400/1133411u7t6mlswb1.gif" border="0" /&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/3224589113780332888-2561844089125038164?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2561844089125038164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=2561844089125038164' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/2561844089125038164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/2561844089125038164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/06/n-chore-pelos-sentimentos-terem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SjrH9Ul43_I/AAAAAAAAMXY/XHam5PCE65c/s72-c/!cid_6_291147462%40web111414_mail_gq1_yahoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-1865654490282505992</id><published>2009-06-18T09:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:51:01.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin Aire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SjnxqY1l4aI/AAAAAAAAMWs/c9oins3JY1M/s1600-h/IMG_1170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348571743003206050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SjnxqY1l4aI/AAAAAAAAMWs/c9oins3JY1M/s400/IMG_1170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cómo quisiera poder vivir sin aire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cómo quisiera poder vivir sin agua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me encantaría quererte un poco menos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cómo quisiera poder vivir sin ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero no puedo, siento que muero,me estoy ahogando sin tu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cómo quisiera poder vivir sin aire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cómo quisiera calmar mi aflicción&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cómo quisiera poder vivir sin agua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me encantaría robar tu corazón.¿Cómo pudiera un pez nadar sin agua?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Cómo pudiera un ave volar sin alas?¿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cómo pudiera la flor crecer sin tierra?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cómo quisiera poder vivir sin ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero no puedo, siento que muero,me estoy ahogando sin tu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cómo quisiera poder vivir sin aireCómo quisiera calmar mi aflicción&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cómo quisiera poder vivir sin agua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me encantaría robar tu corazón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cómo quisiera lanzarte al olvido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cómo quisiera guardarte en un cajón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cómo quisiera borrarte de un soplido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me encantaría matar esta canción.&lt;/div&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;Un beso grandote a todos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No estoy enamorada,no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no os preocupeis...pero me encantaria!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-1865654490282505992?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1865654490282505992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=1865654490282505992' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/1865654490282505992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/1865654490282505992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/06/sin-aire.html' title='Sin Aire'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SjnxqY1l4aI/AAAAAAAAMWs/c9oins3JY1M/s72-c/IMG_1170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-896983446347159878</id><published>2009-06-13T09:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:52:49.908+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SjNSIqIgE2I/AAAAAAAAMTM/Wu6ijpe3BdU/s1600-h/769_hands_light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346707491321287522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SjNSIqIgE2I/AAAAAAAAMTM/Wu6ijpe3BdU/s400/769_hands_light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Sempre que voce estiver agindo inconscientemente,PARE...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ñ aja a partir do EGO.&lt;br /&gt; Tome uma Xícara de chá,&lt;br /&gt;-acorde e entao aja com consciência."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-896983446347159878?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/896983446347159878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=896983446347159878' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/896983446347159878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/896983446347159878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/06/sempre-que-voce-estiver-agindo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SjNSIqIgE2I/AAAAAAAAMTM/Wu6ijpe3BdU/s72-c/769_hands_light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-6675354736249339384</id><published>2009-06-12T05:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T06:01:04.582+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que a saudade sufoque, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que a rotina acomode,que o medo impeça de tentar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desconfie do destino e acredite em você. Gaste mais horas realizando que sonhando, fazendo que planejando, vivendo que esperando, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque embora quem quase morre esteja vivo, quem quase vive já morreu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346285214633792322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SjHSE64rk0I/AAAAAAAAMPk/01LzNtX1j_U/s400/328491vjtrf1qvk3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="autor" style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 1em; COLOR: rgb(0,0,255)" href="http://www.blogger.com/autor/Luis_Fernando_Verissimo/"&gt;Luis Fernando Verissimo&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/3224589113780332888-6675354736249339384?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6675354736249339384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=6675354736249339384' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/6675354736249339384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/6675354736249339384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-deixe-que-saudade-sufoque-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SjHSE64rk0I/AAAAAAAAMPk/01LzNtX1j_U/s72-c/328491vjtrf1qvk3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-5601764192277470775</id><published>2009-06-07T16:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:59:38.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em tempos de crise....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Querida, vamos ter que começar a economizar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tudo bem... Mas como ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Aprenda a cozinhar e mande a empregada embora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tá legal... Então aprenda a fazer amor e pode dispensar o motorista....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344600162848116562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SivVh_0Oj1I/AAAAAAAAMJU/ZsugoYIdgx4/s400/322173ul1svytggs.gif" 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/3224589113780332888-5601764192277470775?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5601764192277470775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=5601764192277470775' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5601764192277470775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5601764192277470775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/06/em-tempos-de-crise.html' title='Em tempos de crise....'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SivVh_0Oj1I/AAAAAAAAMJU/ZsugoYIdgx4/s72-c/322173ul1svytggs.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-4396056284226093512</id><published>2009-06-04T20:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:44:48.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Muere lentamente....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SigWDycIR3I/AAAAAAAAMGM/6g9A0Y9J7Lo/s1600-h/IMG_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343545212210268018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SigWDycIR3I/AAAAAAAAMGM/6g9A0Y9J7Lo/s400/IMG_0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Muere lentamente quien no viaja, quien no lee, quien no oye música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;quien no encuentra gracia en sí mismo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Muere lentamente quien destruye su amor propio, quien no se deja ayudar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Muere lentamente quien se transforma en esclavo del hábito repitiendo todos los días los mismos trayectos, quien no cambia de marca, no se atreve a cambiar el color de su vestimenta o bien no conversa con quien no conoce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Muere lentamente quien evita una pasión y su remolino de emociones, justamente éstas que regresan el brillo a los ojos y restauran los corazones destrozados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Muere lentamente quien no gira el volante cuando está infeliz con su trabajo, o su amor, quien no arriesga lo cierto ni lo incierto para ir atrás de un sueño quien no se permite, ni siquiera una vez en su vida, huir de los consejos sensatos......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;¡ Vive hoy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;¡ Arriesga hoy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;¡Hazlo hoy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;¡ No te dejes morir lentamente !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;¡ No te impidas ser feliz !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pablo Neruda. Escritor chileno (1904-1973) Premio Nobel de Literatura (1971)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-4396056284226093512?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4396056284226093512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=4396056284226093512' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4396056284226093512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4396056284226093512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/06/muere-lentamente.html' title='Muere lentamente....'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SigWDycIR3I/AAAAAAAAMGM/6g9A0Y9J7Lo/s72-c/IMG_0293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-6651045808258255517</id><published>2009-05-30T01:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:24:48.380+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341390569266426626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SiBubD-_MwI/AAAAAAAAMDI/HzxzJ_btdZE/s400/flower033.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A coisa mais injusta sobre a vida é a maneira como ela termina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu acho que o verdadeiro ciclo da vida está todo de trás pra frente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós deveríamos morrer primeiro, nos livrar logo disso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daí viver num asilo, até ser chutado pra fora de lá por estar muito novo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ganhar um relógio de ouro e ir trabalhar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então você trabalha 40 anos até ficar novo o bastante pra poder aproveitar sua aposentadoria. Aí você curte tudo, bebe bastante álcool, faz festas e se prepara para a faculdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você vai para colégio, tem várias namoradas, vira criança, não tem nenhuma responsabilidade, se torna um bebezinho de colo, volta pro útero da mãe, passa seus últimos nove meses de vida flutuando. E termina tudo com um ótimo orgasmo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não seria perfeito?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341390388896754338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SiBuQkDgaqI/AAAAAAAAMDA/qXodL45hSOM/s400/flower033.gif" border="0" /&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/3224589113780332888-6651045808258255517?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6651045808258255517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=6651045808258255517' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/6651045808258255517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/6651045808258255517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/05/coisa-mais-injusta-sobre-vida-e-maneira.html' title=''/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SiBubD-_MwI/AAAAAAAAMDI/HzxzJ_btdZE/s72-c/flower033.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-926291769743923834</id><published>2009-05-27T19:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:20:36.509+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Chaplin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sh1_EJ0OKaI/AAAAAAAAMCE/I-CH0XIGegU/s1600-h/barrlherte.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340564442462431650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sh1_EJ0OKaI/AAAAAAAAMCE/I-CH0XIGegU/s400/barrlherte.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sh1-3asRivI/AAAAAAAAMB8/V5t2hmxH9gM/s1600-h/chaplin_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340564223654202098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sh1-3asRivI/AAAAAAAAMB8/V5t2hmxH9gM/s400/chaplin_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Salto a la fama. En 1918 consiguió un gran contrato con la First National para realizar durante cinco años una serie de películas que acrecentaron aún más su fama. La maestría de Chaplin quedó confirmada en las películas Vida de perro y ¡Armas al hombro! (ambas de 1918), Día de paga (1922) y, particularmente, El chico (1920), de la que vemos un fotograma en la imagen. En ellas contó con la innegable ayuda de su inseparable director de fotografía Rollie Totheroh. La sensibilidad, la crítica y denuncia afloró en cada una de estas historias, a las que cada vez dedicó más tiempo para perfeccionar al máximo cada instante, cada mirada y gesto, atrapando al espectador en una emoción contenida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sh1-ymsM6RI/AAAAAAAAMB0/4xjfO7Ud6a0/s1600-h/barrlherte.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340564140975778066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sh1-ymsM6RI/AAAAAAAAMB0/4xjfO7Ud6a0/s400/barrlherte.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340563946041276226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sh1-nQgMd0I/AAAAAAAAMBs/5fx9epoQYAI/s400/chaplin_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;El gran dictador. Es una una crítica al totalitarismo representado por Hitler y Mussolini (a los que vemos parodiados en la imagen), que todavía le encumbró más en su carrera: la Academia le concedió cinco nominaciones al Oscar. Chaplin demostró su genialidad en una de las películas más recordadas de la historia del cine, un auténtico monumento a la creatividad basada en la riqueza del gag visual. Los parlamentos que ya se escucharon en estas películas tendieron más a reforzar el trabajo de imagen que a señalar la eficacia de un diálogo que, en muchos momentos, pasó desapercibido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340563269230418066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sh19_3L6WJI/AAAAAAAAMBc/oOJdGgiHLis/s400/barrlherte.gif" border="0" /&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/3224589113780332888-926291769743923834?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/926291769743923834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=926291769743923834' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/926291769743923834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/926291769743923834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/05/charles-chaplin.html' title='Charles Chaplin'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sh1_EJ0OKaI/AAAAAAAAMCE/I-CH0XIGegU/s72-c/barrlherte.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-5287936800183763039</id><published>2009-05-24T23:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:17:12.382+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Autoestima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Shm7eqBeLhI/AAAAAAAAMAk/Tf1SDADQ6cI/s1600-h/IMG_1176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339504968575364626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Shm7eqBeLhI/AAAAAAAAMAk/Tf1SDADQ6cI/s400/IMG_1176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mejorar nuestra autoestima,lo 1º que debemos saber es que no hay nada ni nadie más importante en este mundo que nosotros mismos...&lt;br /&gt;No hay nada mejor ni peor,todos somos diferentes, en eso consiste la diversidad humana.&lt;br /&gt;Dedica más tiempo a aquello que te haga feliz y te satisfaga.&lt;br /&gt;No temas tomar decisiones o asumir responsabilidades; si algo sale mal,aprende de los errores y ten coraje para volver a intentarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Si una relación no funciona,no te culpes:cuando falla los dos son responsables.&lt;br /&gt;Simplifica tu vida y dirígela a objetivos realmente importantes para ti.&lt;br /&gt;No es fácil cambiar la autoestima,pero nada hay imposible si ponemos empeño y somos constantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISFRUTE DE LA VIDA..SÉ FELIZ!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIRA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-5287936800183763039?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5287936800183763039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=5287936800183763039' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5287936800183763039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5287936800183763039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/05/autoestima.html' title='Autoestima'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Shm7eqBeLhI/AAAAAAAAMAk/Tf1SDADQ6cI/s72-c/IMG_1176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-5541161374608458472</id><published>2009-05-22T18:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:19:54.492+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gostaria de comentar um pouquinho sobre a Torre de Hércules,&lt;br /&gt;ja que esta na cidade em que vivo a 9 anos,La Coruña...&lt;br /&gt;História&lt;br /&gt;Foi construído na cidade de Brigantium, no século II, durante os mandatos dos Imperadores romanos Trajano e Adriano, por um arquitecto Galaico Aqui-flaviense chamado Gaio Sévio Lupo, natural da actual cidade de Chaves, na época Aquae Flaviae e tinha como função servir de farol de navegação. A torre perdeu possivelmente o seu uso marítimo durante a Idade Média porque foi convertida em fortificação. Em 1682, o Duque de Uceda encarregou o arquitecto Amaro Antune da restauração arquitectónica. Este construiu uma escada de madeira que atravessa as abóbadas para a parte superior, onde situou as pequenas torres que suportam o farol. Foi no reinado de Carlos IV de Espanha que ficou completa a sua reconstrução, tendo os trabalhos sido iniciados em 1788. A obra neoclássica termina em 1791 sobre a direcção de Eustaquio Giannini&lt;br /&gt;. Monumento nacional, é o mais antigo, ilustre e representativo de La Corunha, e o elemento principal do seu escudo. &lt;br /&gt;É O ÚNICO FAROL ROMANO QUE EXISTE NO MUNDO E QUE CONTINUA A CUMPRIR A SUA FUNÇÃO.&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a nossa Torre Farol de La Coruña e deixo abaixo um video com algumas fotos e vistas desde a Torre;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que seja PATRIMONIO DA HUMANIDADE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEIJOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-5541161374608458472?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5541161374608458472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=5541161374608458472' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5541161374608458472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5541161374608458472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/05/gostaria-de-comentar-um-pouquinho-sobre.html' title=''/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-2379726890514340300</id><published>2009-05-22T18:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:01:26.987+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Torre de Hércules</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hll3olMrWvc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hll3olMrWvc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-2379726890514340300?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2379726890514340300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=2379726890514340300' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/2379726890514340300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/2379726890514340300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/05/torre-de-hercules.html' title='Torre de Hércules'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-5721574686997178667</id><published>2009-05-15T00:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:56:05.087+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Declaro me VIVO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sgyhf9QTEaI/AAAAAAAALw0/KulomPWLve8/s1600-h/Yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sgyhf9QTEaI/AAAAAAAALw0/KulomPWLve8/s400/Yo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335817228918133154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(103, 40, 178);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"   style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Amo a minha loucura que me vacina contra a estupidez.&lt;br /&gt;Amo o amor que me imuniza contra a infelicidade&lt;br /&gt;que prolifera, infectando almas&lt;br /&gt;e atrofiando corações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas estão tão acostumadas com a infelicidade,&lt;br /&gt;que a sensação de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;lhes parece estranha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"   style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;As pessoas estão tão reprimidas, que a ternura espontânea&lt;br /&gt;as incomoda, e o amor lhes inspira desconfiança.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"   style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;A vida é um cântico à beleza,&lt;br /&gt;uma chamada à transparência."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"   style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço-lhes perdão, mas….&lt;br /&gt;¡ DECLARO-ME VIVO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamalú.&lt;br /&gt;Indio Quechua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3224589113780332888-5721574686997178667?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5721574686997178667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=5721574686997178667' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5721574686997178667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5721574686997178667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/05/declaro-me-vivo.html' title='Declaro me VIVO!!!'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sgyhf9QTEaI/AAAAAAAALw0/KulomPWLve8/s72-c/Yo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-5569223400499096931</id><published>2009-05-10T21:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:58:48.492+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgvPLw9BPhI/AAAAAAAALv4/jOYdGQvrmnI/s1600-h/por.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335585984576830994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgvPLw9BPhI/AAAAAAAALv4/jOYdGQvrmnI/s400/por.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;"Todos os dias em todas as decisões, as pessoas assumem uma das duas posições, dando forma ao que será o seu sucesso ou insucesso: viver como responsável, ou a viver como vítimas.&lt;br /&gt;Isto é, culpar outros por aquilo que acontece ou o que não assumimos o que é devido ao que sembram... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-5569223400499096931?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5569223400499096931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=5569223400499096931' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5569223400499096931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5569223400499096931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/05/todos-os-dias-em-todas-as-decisoes-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgvPLw9BPhI/AAAAAAAALv4/jOYdGQvrmnI/s72-c/por.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-1980675557054056162</id><published>2009-05-10T01:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:39:35.424+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A arte de ser Feliz....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/ShLgvyNu_jI/AAAAAAAAL0U/5ah2ZAxxAEA/s1600-h/000b4c3p.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/ShLgvyNu_jI/AAAAAAAAL0U/5ah2ZAxxAEA/s400/000b4c3p.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337575619925311026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ser feliz, aprenda a rir de si mesmo. Isso vai te tornar uma pessoa mais agradável para os que te cercam e vai te ensinar a ver a vida com menos seriedade.&lt;br /&gt;Rir não é só o melhor remédio, é um tratamento completo. Ria, ria sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Aprenda que os outros não são responsáveis pelos seus problemas; eles podem até oferecer um ombro, mas cada qual carrega a sua cruz; porém saiba que quem te oferece um ombro é o tesouro mais precioso que você poderia encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Aprenda também que você não é responsável pelos problemas alheios. Oferecer a mão, o ombro, o sorriso fará de você um bom samaritano e o melhor dos amigos, mas jamais você poderá viver o que não te pertence. Cada um de nós deve viver e conviver com as conseqüências dos próprios atos.&lt;br /&gt;Aprenda que decepções e mágoas fazem parte do caminho, como ervas daninhas. Ninguém está livre delas e de uma maneira geral chegam quando mais precisamos ver e sentir as flores. Porém quando conseguimos vencê-las o campo fica muito mais bonito de se olhar e sentir.&lt;br /&gt;As rosas não são menos belas por possuírem espinhos. Portanto, não exija de si mesmo e nem dos outros a perfeição. Seja apenas o que você é, seja verdadeiro. Os que te amarem além da sua aparência serão aqueles pelos quais sua vida vai valer a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Seja apenas isso: feliz! Com arte, com cor, com muito bom humor. As coisas simples são normalmente as que pensamos por último, mas geralmente são a base de uma vida equilibrada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-1980675557054056162?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1980675557054056162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=1980675557054056162' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/1980675557054056162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/1980675557054056162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/05/arte-de-ser-feliz.html' title='A arte de ser Feliz....'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/ShLgvyNu_jI/AAAAAAAAL0U/5ah2ZAxxAEA/s72-c/000b4c3p.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-8372676709912809397</id><published>2009-05-06T23:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:23:58.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feng Shui Interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgH94bv7wWI/AAAAAAAALaw/DLqhtIEjcA4/s1600-h/OLYMPUS_285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332822579746685282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgH94bv7wWI/AAAAAAAALaw/DLqhtIEjcA4/s320/OLYMPUS_285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bagunça é inimiga da prosperidade. Ninguém está livre da desorganização.&lt;br /&gt;A bagunça forma-se sem que se perceba e nem sempre é visível.&lt;br /&gt;A sala parece em ordem, a cozinha também, mas basta abrir os armários para ver que estão cheios de inutilidades.&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com o Feng Shui Interior - uma corrente do Feng Shui que mistura aspectos psicológicos dos moradores com conceitos da tradicional técnica chinesa de harmonização de ambientes - bagunça provoca cansaço e imobilidade, faz as pessoas viverem no passado, engorda, confunde, deprime,tira o foco de coisas importantes, atrasa a vida e atrapalha relacionamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Para evitar tudo isso fique atento às OITO REGRAS PARA DOMAR A BAGUNÇA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jogue fora o jornal de anteontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Somente coloque uma coisa nova em casa quando se livrar de uma velha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tenha latas de lixo espalhadas nos ambientes, use-as e limpe-as diariamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Guarde coisas semelhantes juntas; arrume roupas no armário de acordo com a cor e fique só com as que utiliza mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Toda sexta-feira é dia de jogar papel fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Todo dia 30, por exemplo, faça limpeza geral e use caixas de papelão marcadas: lixo, consertos, reciclagem, em dúvida, presentes, doação. Após enchê-las, jogue tudo fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Organize devagar, comece por gavetas e armários e depois escolha um cômodo, faça tudo no seu ritmo e observe as mudanças acontecendo na sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Veja uma lista de atitudes pessoais capazes de esgotar as nossas energias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheça cada dessas ações para evitar a 'crise energética pessoal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Maus hábitos, falta de cuidado com o corpo - Descanso, boa alimentação,hábitos saudáveis, exercícios físicos e o lazer são sempre colocados em segundo plano. A rotina corrida e a competitividade fazem com que haja negligência em relação a aspectos básicos para a manutenção da saúde energética.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pensamentos obsessivos - Pensar gasta energia, e todos nós sabemos disso. Ficar remoendo um problema cansa mais do que um dia inteiro de trabalho físico. Quem não tem domínio sobre seus pensamentos - mal comum ao homem ocidental, torna-se escravo da mente e acaba gastando a energia que poderia ser convertida em atitudes concretas, além de alimentar ainda mais os conflitos.&lt;br /&gt;Não basta estar atento ao volume de pensamentos, é preciso prestar atenção à qualidade deles. Pensamentos positivos, éticos e elevados podem recarregar as energias, enquanto o pessimismo consome energia e atrai mais negatividade para nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sentimentos tóxicos - Choques emocionais e raiva intensa também esgotam as energias, assim como ressentimentos e mágoas nutridos durante anos seguidos. Não é à toa que muitas pessoas ficam estagnadas e não são prósperas. Isso acontece quando a energia que alimenta o prazer, o sucesso e a felicidade é gasta na manutenção de sentimentos negativos. Medo e culpa também gastam energia, e a ansiedade descompassa a vida. Por outro lado, os sentimentos positivos, 'como a amizade, o amor, a confiança, o desprendimento, a solidariedade, a auto-estima, a alegria e o bom-humor recarregam as energia e dão força para empreender nossos projetos e superar os obstáculos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fugir do presente - As energias são colocadas onde a atenção é focada. O homem tem a tendência de achar que no passado as coisas eram mais fáceis:'bons tempos aqueles!', costumam dizer. Tanto os saudosistas, que se apegam às lembranças do passado, quanto àqueles que não conseguem esquecer os traumas, colocam suas energias no passado. Por outro lado, os sonhadores ou as pessoas que vivem esperando pelo futuro, depositando nele sua felicidade e realização, deixam pouca ou nenhuma energia no presente. E é apenas no presente que podemos construir nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Falta de perdão - Perdoar significa soltar ressentimentos, mágoas e culpas. Libertar o que aconteceu e olhar para frente. Quanto mais&lt;br /&gt;perdoamos,menos bagagem interior carregamos, gastando menos energia ao alimentar as feridas do passado. Mais do que uma regra religiosa, o perdão é uma atitude inteligente daquele que busca viver bem e quer seus caminhos livres,abertos para a felicidade. Quem não sabe perdoar os outros e si mesmo, fica 'energeticamente obeso', carregando fardos passados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mentira pessoal -Todos mentem ao longo da vida, mas para sustentar as mentiras muita energia é gasta. Somos educados para desempenhar papéis e não para sermos nós mesmos: a mocinha boazinha, o machão, a vítima, a mãe extremosa, o corajoso, o pai enérgico, o mártir e o intelectual. Quando somos nós mesmos, a vida flui e tudo acontece com pouquíssimo esforço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Viver a vida do outro - Ninguém vive só e, por meio dos relacionamentos interpessoais, evoluímos e nos realizamos, mas é preciso ter noção de limites e saber amadurecer também nossa individualidade. Esse equilíbrio nos resguarda energeticamente e nos recarrega. Quem cuida da vida do outro,sofrendo seus problemas 'e interferindo mais do que é recomendável, acaba não tendo energia para construir sua própria vida. O único prêmio, nesse caso, é a frustração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bagunça e projetos inacabados - A bagunça afeta muito as pessoas,causando confusão mental e emocional. Um truque legal quando a vida anda confusa é arrumar a casa, os armários, gavetas, a bolsa e os documentos,além de fazer uma faxina no que está sujo. À medida que ordenamos e limpamos os objetos, também colocamos em ordem nossa mente e coração. Pode não resolver o problema, mas dá alívio. Não terminar as tarefas é outro 'escape' de energia. Todas as vezes que você vê, por exemplo, aquele trabalho que não concluiu, ele lhe 'diz' inconscientemente: 'você não me terminou! Você não me terminou!' Isso gasta uma energia tremenda. Ou você a termina ou livre-se dela e assuma que não vai concluir o trabalho. O importante é tomar uma atitude. O desenvolvimento do autoconhecimento, da disciplina e da determinação fará com que você não invista em projetos que não serão concluídos e que apenas consumirão seu tempo e energia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Afastamento da natureza - A natureza, nossa maior fonte de alimento energético, também nos limpa das energias estáticas e desarmoniosas. O homem moderno, que habita e trabalha em locais muitas vezes doentios e desequilibrados, vê-se privado dessa fonte maravilhosa de energia. A competitividade, o individualismo e o estresse das grandes cidades agravam esse quadro e favorecem o vampirismo energético, onde todos sugam e são sugados em suas energias vitais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-8372676709912809397?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8372676709912809397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=8372676709912809397' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/8372676709912809397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/8372676709912809397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/05/feng-shui-interior.html' title='Feng Shui Interior'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgH94bv7wWI/AAAAAAAALaw/DLqhtIEjcA4/s72-c/OLYMPUS_285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-2035166814077478570</id><published>2009-05-05T21:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:52:32.145+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Exatamente como soy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgCUO488_FI/AAAAAAAALZE/Or-IZbcknEY/s1600-h/IMG_0977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332424942333787218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgCUO488_FI/AAAAAAAALZE/Or-IZbcknEY/s320/IMG_0977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preocupo-me mais com minha consciência do que com minha reputação. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque minha consciência é o que eu sou , e minha reputação é o que você pensa de mim. E o que você pensa... é problema SEU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Ah, que sorte a minha que não nasci convencional, quebrando as regras... Sem pedestal! Nasci meiA Bruxa, meia Santa, meia louca... Fazendo bom uso do corpo e da boca! Incertinha, atrevida... Cheia de defeitos indolores... De corpo fechado e de alma com cores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romântica, perdida, vulgarmente de cara limpa! Sem passaporte pra desgraça, cheio de ginga pra vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pecadora... Sem tendência à confissão! Inconsequentemente marcada pelas tramas do coração! Sem rótulos, sem bulas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deliciosamente, EU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dona de meus defeitos e o ápice do meu apogeu! Dizem que os incomodados é que devem se retirar. Concordo. Se alguma coisa me incomoda, abandono o barco. Chuto o tal do balde. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficar insistindo em uma coisa que não vai dar certo nunca foi a minha especialidade. Manter affair's estressantes, amizades interesseiras, empregos sem futuro não faz muito sentido na minha cabeça. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desculpe minha mania de ser clichê, mas a vida é muito curta pra gente perder tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é nada fácil me agüentar, eu sei. Sou implicante. Pouco tolerante. Falo o que penso. Faço o que tenho vontade (só o que tenho vontade!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E pior: sou adepto de uma filosofia de vida muito objetiva que eu mesmo desenvolvi: “Quer? Quer. Não quer? Não quer”. Muito simples. E é assim que eu gostaria que agissem comigo. Não me quer, saia da minha vida logo. Me quer? Faça por merecer!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-2035166814077478570?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2035166814077478570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=2035166814077478570' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/2035166814077478570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/2035166814077478570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/05/exatamente-como-soy.html' title='Exatamente como soy.....'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgCUO488_FI/AAAAAAAALZE/Or-IZbcknEY/s72-c/IMG_0977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-3618122563410354267</id><published>2009-05-03T01:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:28:38.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Hombres....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SfzXHD_s6WI/AAAAAAAALWk/jITA0xyPAJ0/s1600-h/4c1b5a15d98de2a1af7b634e765df783_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331372575231371618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SfzXHD_s6WI/AAAAAAAALWk/jITA0xyPAJ0/s320/4c1b5a15d98de2a1af7b634e765df783_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Quieren siempre lo contrario de lo que siempre anhelaron:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Tienen prisa por crescer,y después suspiran por la infancia perdida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Se dejan la salud para tener dinero, y luego se dejan el dinero para tener salud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Piensan con tal ansiedad en el futuro que descuidan el presente y, así, no viven ni el presente ni el futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Viven como si jamás fuesen a morir, y mueren como si jamás hubiesen vivido....&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/3224589113780332888-3618122563410354267?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3618122563410354267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=3618122563410354267' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/3618122563410354267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/3618122563410354267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/05/los-hombres.html' title='Los Hombres....'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SfzXHD_s6WI/AAAAAAAALWk/jITA0xyPAJ0/s72-c/4c1b5a15d98de2a1af7b634e765df783_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-7467100664289086512</id><published>2009-04-21T00:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:51:24.328+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hojee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sez8YedUDOI/AAAAAAAALL4/_fNH63_3wBI/s1600-h/IMG_1017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326909956695526626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sez8YedUDOI/AAAAAAAALL4/_fNH63_3wBI/s320/IMG_1017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;É interssante o que acontece no nosso dia a dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Hoje por exemplo, pensando no que ja li sobre "sinais"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;que se apresentam em nossas vidas e nem nos damos conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Me pergunto;Pq as vezes queres estar com uma pessoa e tantas coisas parecem ñ te deixar ou melhor, acontecem atrapalhando o que vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;tem pensado em fazer?????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Talvez sejam os "sinais" que te alertam de que ñ será o melhor e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;insistam em te dizer; pare!reflita!presta atençao"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Mas claro vc insiste em continuar e pagar pra ver no que vai dar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;"Comigo vai ser diferente!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Será????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Mas mesmo assim vc segue enfrente....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Isso foi hoje...e assim dou continuaçao a uma história que ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Ainda vou ter muito para comentar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Se eu prestar mais atençao e deixar um poco de lado o impulsiva que sou, talvez eu possa ñ me machucar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Beijos a todos os meus queridos amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Lira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-7467100664289086512?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7467100664289086512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=7467100664289086512' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/7467100664289086512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/7467100664289086512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/04/hojee.html' title='Hojee'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sez8YedUDOI/AAAAAAAALL4/_fNH63_3wBI/s72-c/IMG_1017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-5635368523662271382</id><published>2009-04-18T09:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:18:20.401+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/animal" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando buscamos ser melhor do que somos;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em volta se torna melhor também"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/animal" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="cute boy and pet Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn79/Ashley_redneck_girl/art/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu penso de bom acontece,&lt;br /&gt;é só esperar.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos a todos os meus seguidores&lt;br /&gt;e aos meus amigos digo,&lt;br /&gt;Animen-se é só seguir...vale a pena!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-5635368523662271382?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5635368523662271382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=5635368523662271382' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5635368523662271382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sd4vQaHXNxI/AAAAAAAAK9o/kkbeF0Y0zG0/s1600-h/IMG_0966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322743768533120786" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sd4vQaHXNxI/AAAAAAAAK9o/kkbeF0Y0zG0/s320/IMG_0966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quizá no fue coincidencia encontrarme contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez esto lo hizo el destino.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero dormirme de nuevo en tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;Y después me despierten tus besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No perderé la esperanza de hablar&lt;br /&gt;contigo,&lt;br /&gt;No me importa que dice el destino.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero tener tu fragancia&lt;br /&gt;conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;Y beberme de ti lo prohibido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/3224589113780332888-3689317441677792255?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3689317441677792255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=3689317441677792255' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/3689317441677792255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/3689317441677792255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiza-no-fue-coincidencia-encontrarme.html' title=''/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Sd4vQaHXNxI/AAAAAAAAK9o/kkbeF0Y0zG0/s72-c/IMG_0966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-414331950283290733</id><published>2009-04-07T09:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:08:04.925+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando me amei....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SdsE1dnPS2I/AAAAAAAAK7c/NITlmYgzKEw/s1600-h/P1050862.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SdsE1dnPS2I/AAAAAAAAK7c/NITlmYgzKEw/s1600-h/P1050862.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SdsE1dnPS2I/AAAAAAAAK7c/NITlmYgzKEw/s1600-h/P1050862.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Quando me amei de&lt;br /&gt;verdade,pude perceber que o sofrimento emocional é um&lt;br /&gt;sinal de que estou indo contra a minha verdade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parei de desejar que a minha vida fosse diferente e comecei a ver que tudo o que acontece contribui para o meu crescimento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comecei a perceber&lt;br /&gt;como é ofensivo tentar forçar alguma coisa ou&lt;br /&gt;alguém que ainda não está preparado- inclusive eu mesma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando me amei de&lt;br /&gt;verdade,comecei a me livrar de tudo que não&lt;br /&gt;fosse saudável.Isso quer dizer:&lt;br /&gt;pessoas, tarefas,crenças e - qualquer coisa&lt;br /&gt;que me pusesse pra baixo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha razão chamou&lt;br /&gt;isso de egoismo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas hoje eu sei que é amor-próprio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando me amei de&lt;br /&gt;verdade,deixei de temer meu tempo livre desisti&lt;br /&gt;de fazer planos.Hoje faço o&lt;br /&gt;que acho certo e no meu próprio ritmo.Como isso é bom!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando me amei de verdade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desisti de querer ter sempre razão,e com isso&lt;br /&gt;errei muito menos vezes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desisti de ficar revivendo o passado e de me&lt;br /&gt;preocupar com o futuro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isso me mantém no presente,que é onde a vida&lt;br /&gt;acontece.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando me amei de&lt;br /&gt;verdade,percebi que a minha mente pode me&lt;br /&gt;atormentar e me decepcionar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas quando eu a coloco a serviço do meu coração,ela se torna uma grande e valiosa aliada."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SdsE1dnPS2I/AAAAAAAAK7c/NITlmYgzKEw/s1600-h/P1050862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321852701197159266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SdsE1dnPS2I/AAAAAAAAK7c/NITlmYgzKEw/s320/P1050862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="autor" style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 1em; COLOR: rgb(0,0,255)" href="http://www.blogger.com/autor/Kim_McMillen/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kim McMillen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-414331950283290733?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/414331950283290733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=414331950283290733' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/414331950283290733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/414331950283290733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/04/quando-me-amei-de-verdadepude.html' title='Quando me amei....'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SdsE1dnPS2I/AAAAAAAAK7c/NITlmYgzKEw/s72-c/P1050862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-5413754554744761496</id><published>2009-04-02T18:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:08:39.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estratégias mentais</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Pense sempre de forma positiva.&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que um pensamento negativo vier á sua cabeça, troque por outro!&lt;br /&gt;Para isso precisamos muito de disciplina mental.&lt;br /&gt;Você não adquire isso do dia para noite, assim como um "atleta", treine muito!&lt;br /&gt;Não se queixe!&lt;br /&gt;Quando você reclama, tal qual um imã, você atrai para si,toda carga negativa de suas próprias palavras.&lt;br /&gt;A maioria das coisas que acabam dando errado,começa se materializando quando nos lamentamos.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que interferências externas ,tumutuem o seu cotidiano&lt;br /&gt;Seja positivo!&lt;br /&gt;Procure conviver com serenidade!&lt;br /&gt;Viva o presente. O ansioso vive no futuro e o rancoroso vive no passado.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite o aqui e agora. Nada se repete,tudo passa.&lt;br /&gt;Faça seu dia valer a pena!&lt;br /&gt;Mantenha contato com a natureza!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que puder,livre-se da rotina. Gaste mais horas realizando que sonhando!&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo que planejando... Vivendo que esperando,porque embora quem quase morre esteja vivo, quem quase vive já morreu...&lt;br /&gt;O medo nos afasta das derrotas... mas das vitórias também!!!&lt;br /&gt;Paz e Luz para todos!&lt;br /&gt;(desconheço autoria)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SdTwHKoTqAI/AAAAAAAAK6Q/SKboAkEU3rI/s1600-h/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320141065734563842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SdTwHKoTqAI/AAAAAAAAK6Q/SKboAkEU3rI/s320/baby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-5413754554744761496?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5413754554744761496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=5413754554744761496' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5413754554744761496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5413754554744761496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/04/estrategias-mentais.html' title='Estratégias mentais'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SdTwHKoTqAI/AAAAAAAAK6Q/SKboAkEU3rI/s72-c/baby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-7664810148235653768</id><published>2009-04-01T19:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:09:39.804+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PRINCÍPIO DO VÁCUO Luiz Antonio Gasparetto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Você tem o hábito de juntar objetos inúteis no momento, acreditando que um dia (nem sabe quando) poderá precisar deles? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Você tem o hábito de juntar dinheiro só para não gastá-lo, pois no futuro poderá fazer falta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E dentro de você? Você tem o hábito de guardar mágoas, ressentimentos, raivas e medos? Não faça isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;É antiprosperidade.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso criar um espaço, um vazio, para que as coisas novas cheguem em sua vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;É preciso eliminar o que é inútil em você e na sua vida, para que a prosperidade venha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;É a força desse vazio que absorverá e atrairá tudo o que você almeja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Enquanto você estiver material ou emocionalmente carregado de coisas velhas e inúteis, não haverá espaço aberto para novas oportunidades.&lt;br /&gt;Os bens precisam circular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Limpe as gavetas, os guarda-roupas, o quartinho lá do fundo, a garagem. Dê o que você não usa mais. Venda, troque, movimente e não acumule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Dê espaço para o novo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A atitude de guardar um monte de coisas inúteis amarra sua vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Não são os objetos guardados que emperram sua vida, mas o significado da atitude de guardar.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se guarda, considera-se a possibilidade da falta, da carência. É acreditar que amanhã poderá faltar, e você não terá meios de prover suas necessidades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Com essa postura, você está enviando duas mensagens para o seu cérebro e para a vida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1ª - Você não confia no amanhã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;2ª - Você acredita que o novo e o melhor não são para você, já que se contenta em guardar coisas velhas e inúteis.&lt;br /&gt;O princípio de não acreditar que o melhor é para você, pode se manifestar, por exemplo, na conservação de um velho e inútil liquidificador. Esse princípio, expresso num objeto, denota um comportamento que pode também estar presente em outras áreas da sua vida, gerando entraves ao sucesso e à prosperidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;O simples fato de dar para alguém o velho liquidificador, colocando o objeto em circulação, cria um vácuo para que algo melhor ocupe o espaço deixado.&lt;br /&gt;Emocionalmente, também. Você passa a acreditar que o novo compensará o objeto doado. Arejar espaços, fora e dentro da gente faz um bem enorme! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Vamos lá ... Mãos à obra! Desfaça-se do que perdeu a cor e o brilho e deixe entrar o novo em sua casa e dentro de voc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgskDHyKawI/AAAAAAAALvo/YeScIQ_d4r8/s1600-h/duendes1.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335397819598138114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgskDHyKawI/AAAAAAAALvo/YeScIQ_d4r8/s320/duendes1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SdOqOqYxowI/AAAAAAAAK6E/V_aTisB--EE/s1600-h/IMG_0776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319782753727783682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SdOqOqYxowI/AAAAAAAAK6E/V_aTisB--EE/s320/IMG_0776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;BEIJOS A TODOS MEUS AMIGOS &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/3224589113780332888-7664810148235653768?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7664810148235653768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=7664810148235653768' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/7664810148235653768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/7664810148235653768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2009/04/principio-do-vacuo-luiz-antonio.html' title='PRINCÍPIO DO VÁCUO Luiz Antonio Gasparetto'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgskDHyKawI/AAAAAAAALvo/YeScIQ_d4r8/s72-c/duendes1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-6313136389623479500</id><published>2008-05-30T20:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:53:16.977+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cidade dos Anjos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgnFjIUWeeI/AAAAAAAALuA/7QW-PaPshyM/s1600-h/IMG_0709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335012440915999202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgnFjIUWeeI/AAAAAAAALuA/7QW-PaPshyM/s320/IMG_0709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou feito de sentimentos, emoções, de luz, de amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou a voz que você ouve quando pede um conselho! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou quem toma você nos braços quando necessita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez, agora, enquanto lê essas palavras, eu esteja aí, ao seu lado... olhando dentro dos seus olhos como quem quisesse enxergar o que seu coração demonstra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais tarde... à noite, quando você se deita... sou quem nina seus sonhos sentado ao seu lado esperando você dormir... dizendo que tudo vai ficar bem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se ao menos você pudesse me perceber, se notasse o que sinto ao seu lado... basta você querer, basta por alguns instantes esquecer seus problemas, fechar os olhos, como se nada mais existisse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixe-me chegar perto de você... Sentir seu abraço... Sinta meu coração batendo ao compasso do seu... Sinta que não está só, nunca esteve! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apenas esqueceu de olhar mais com os olhos do seu coração... então abra os olhos... veja os meus... me conheça. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem sou eu pra pedir que me note? Apenas um anjo que se deixa levar por suas emoções! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que desconhece o que é errado... se entrega, se rende... vagando por estrelas, nuvens, pelo céu escuro da noite... Olhando pelos outros, despertando amores, anseios, paz nas almas que fraquejam! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentado ali de cima olhando você... observando você... deixando, às vezes, uma lágrima cair e se transformar em uma gota de sereno que toca seus lábios... Lágrima essa por não poder nada mais que apenas ver você... sentir sem poder tocar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manifestando através de pequenas coisas... como um sorriso sincero nos lábios de alguém que você não conhece, o toque de uma criança acariciando seu rosto! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palavras escritas nas páginas de um livro que te chamam atenção... Palavras que mexem e emocionam o coração... ditas do nada... Como um sussurro em seu ouvido... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se um dia uma brisa leve e suave tocar seu rosto... Não tenha medo! É apenas minha saudade que beija você, em silêncio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os humanos têm um hábito muito peculiar de julgar seus semelhantes por sua aparência... De rotular pessoas as quais nunca viram apenas pelo modo como ela se apresenta... porém, consigo ver dentro de cada um o que realmente são... E me assusto algumas vezes em como podem os humanos deixar se levarem por embalagens, por invólucros. Deixar de terem muitas vezes ao seu lado verdadeiros tesouros, amizade sincera, lealdade, companheirismo... simplesmente por não terem gostado do rosto do indivíduo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine uma roseira cheia de espinhos, ninguém acreditaria que dela pudesse brotar uma rosa tão bela, sensível e delicada. É do interior que nascem as flores. Pude conhecer seu interior... me deparei com uma flor linda... e com muitas qualidades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se preserve assim... muitas vezes é melhor sermos o que realmente somos... a viver como as pessoas acham que deveríamos ser... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não existe ninguém melhor, ou pior que ninguém... apenas diferentes umas das outras... E essas diferenças são que mostram quem realmente você é. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fico assim... dizendo coisas que me aparecem dentro do peito contando o que se passa em mim, como se estivesse desabafando... Pois Deus nos fez para cuidar dos outros... E quem cuidará de nós? Continuarei aqui... meio que escondido, ao seu lado, olhando e sentindo você... esperando que um dia você deixe seu coração "olhar" e me ver... daí, enfim, poderia mostrar o quanto você é especial pra mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um poema deixado no ar, palavras implorando para viver. Como uma estrela que o dia não vê e que espera a noite chegar para poder mostrar-se. A canção de amor que sai da sua boca... São as coisas que sempre sussurro ao seu coração... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tento traduzir emoções que nunca senti antes... Algo realmente novo pra mim, paz, atração, paixão, amor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algo especial, sincero, verdadeiro!&lt;br /&gt;(Cidade dos anjos)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335008400870048626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgnB39-Vg3I/AAAAAAAALt4/0QsJOfWDTv8/s320/H8f5wBI4mksfQHnCCFD.0.jpg" border="0" /&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/3224589113780332888-6313136389623479500?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6313136389623479500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=6313136389623479500' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/6313136389623479500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/6313136389623479500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2008/05/cidade-dos-anjos.html' title='Cidade dos Anjos'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgnFjIUWeeI/AAAAAAAALuA/7QW-PaPshyM/s72-c/IMG_0709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-4993756613096116062</id><published>2008-04-02T18:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:23:19.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>" Viver Não Dói"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsQBnZHlQI/AAAAAAAALus/h2b71kNmhKo/s1600-h/329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335375803490735362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsQBnZHlQI/AAAAAAAALus/h2b71kNmhKo/s320/329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitivo, como tudo o que é simples.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa dor não advém das coisas vividas,&lt;br /&gt;mas das coisas que foram&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; sonhadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e não se cumpriram.&lt;br /&gt;Por que sofremos tanto por amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O certo seria a gente não sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;apenas agradecer por termos conhecido&lt;br /&gt;uma pessoa tão bacana,&lt;br /&gt;que gerou em nós um sentimento intenso&lt;br /&gt;e que nos fez companhia por um tempo razoável,&lt;br /&gt;um tempo feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Sofremos por quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque automaticamente &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;esquecemos&lt;br /&gt;o que foi desfrutado e passamos a sofrer&lt;br /&gt;pelas nossas projeções irrealizadas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;por todas as cidades que gostaríamos&lt;br /&gt;de ter conhecido ao lado do nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;e não conhecemos,&lt;br /&gt;por todos os filhos que&lt;br /&gt;gostaríamos de ter tido junto e não tivemos,&lt;br /&gt;por todos os shows e livros e silêncios&lt;br /&gt;que gostaríamos de ter compartilhado,&lt;br /&gt;e não compartilhamos.&lt;br /&gt;Por todos os beijos cancelados,&lt;br /&gt;pela eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofremos não porque&lt;br /&gt;nosso trabalho é desgastante e paga pouco,&lt;br /&gt;mas por todas as horas livres&lt;br /&gt;que deixamos de ter para ir ao cinema,&lt;br /&gt;para conversar com um amigo,&lt;br /&gt;para nadar, para namorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofremos não porque nossa mãe&lt;br /&gt;é impaciente conosco,&lt;br /&gt;mas por todos os momentos em que&lt;br /&gt;poderíamos estar confidenciando a ela&lt;br /&gt;nossas mais profundas angústias&lt;br /&gt;se ela estivesse interessada&lt;br /&gt;em nos compreender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofremos não porque envelhecemos,&lt;br /&gt;mas porque o futuro está sendo&lt;br /&gt;confiscado de nós,&lt;br /&gt;impedindo assim que mil aventuras&lt;br /&gt;nos aconteçam,&lt;br /&gt;todas aquelas com as quais sonhamos e&lt;br /&gt;nunca chegamos a experimentar.&lt;br /&gt;Como aliviar a dor do que não foi vivido?&lt;br /&gt;A resposta é simples como um verso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Se iludindo menos e vivendo mais!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A cada dia que vivo,&lt;br /&gt;mais me convenço de que&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; o&lt;br /&gt;desperdício da vida&lt;br /&gt;está no amor que não damos,&lt;br /&gt;nas forças que não usamos,&lt;br /&gt;na prudência egoísta que nada arrisca,&lt;br /&gt;e que, esquivando-se do sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;perdemos também a felicidade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A dor é inevitável.&lt;br /&gt;O sofrimento é opcional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-4993756613096116062?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=190d1574bb81914b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4993756613096116062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=4993756613096116062' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4993756613096116062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4993756613096116062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2008/04/viver-no-di.html' title='&quot; Viver Não Dói&quot;'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsQBnZHlQI/AAAAAAAALus/h2b71kNmhKo/s72-c/329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-4637952819022108538</id><published>2008-02-18T21:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:32:20.400+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/R7ntIdXDhdI/AAAAAAAAGwQ/Nufqud8rfYM/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168422776960419282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/R7ntIdXDhdI/AAAAAAAAGwQ/Nufqud8rfYM/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Qto tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim sempre que nos encontramos é uma alegria...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito de vcs...&lt;br /&gt;Um grande beijo do fundinho do meu coraçao.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-4637952819022108538?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4637952819022108538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=4637952819022108538' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4637952819022108538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4637952819022108538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2008/02/amizade_18.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/R7ntIdXDhdI/AAAAAAAAGwQ/Nufqud8rfYM/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-326458529962961004</id><published>2008-02-18T21:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:36:53.319+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Difícil querer definir amigo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsS_z2OJWI/AAAAAAAALvE/OIJzoaqG92Y/s1600-h/y1pYAD6jTq1SDzP3kcu-lxtpnF6tlsJCDUtWFqnJVvB66ZvRz9kriEc5Z9OEu8PBnjl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335379071009170786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsS_z2OJWI/AAAAAAAALvE/OIJzoaqG92Y/s320/y1pYAD6jTq1SDzP3kcu-lxtpnF6tlsJCDUtWFqnJVvB66ZvRz9kriEc5Z9OEu8PBnjl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amigo é quem te dá um pedacinho do chão, quando é de terra firme que você precisa, ou um pedacinho do céu, se é o sonho que te faz falta.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é mais que ombro amigo, é mão estendida, mente aberta, coração pulsante, costas largas. É quem tentou e fez, e não tem o egoísmo de não querer compartilhar o que aprendeu. É aquele que cede e não espera retorno, porque sabe que o ato de compartilhar um instante qualquer contigo já o alimenta, satisfaz. É quem já sentiu ou um dia vai sentir o mesmo que você. É a compreensão para o seu cansaço e a insatisfação para a sua reticência.&lt;br /&gt;É aquele que entende seu desejo de voar, de sumir devagar, a angústia&lt;br /&gt;pela compreensão dos acontecimentos, a sede pelo "por vir". É ao mesmo tempo espelho que te reflete, e óleo derramado sobre suas águas agitadas. É quem fica enfurecido por enxergar seu erro, querer tanto o seu bem e saber que a perfeição é utopia. É o sol que seca suas lágrimas, é a polpa que adocica ainda mais seu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é aquele que toca na sua ferida numa mesa de chopp, acompanha suas vitórias, faz piada amenizando problemas. É quem tem medo, dor, náusea, cólica gozo, igualzinho a você. É quem sabe que viver é ter história pra contar. É quem sorri pra você sem motivo aparente, é quem sofre com seu sofrimento, é o padrinho filosófico dos seus filhos. É o achar daquilo que você nem sabia que buscava.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é aquele que te lê em cartas esperadas ou não, pequenos bilhetes em sala de aula, mensagens eletrônicas emocionadas. É aquele que te ouve ao telefone mesmo quando a ligação é caótica, com o mesmo prazer e atenção que teria se tivesse olhando em seus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é quem fala e ouve com o olhar, o seu e o dele em sintonia telepática. É aquele que percebe em seus olhos seus desejos, seus disfarces, alegria, medo. É aquele que aguarda pacientemente e se entusiasma quando vê surgir aquele tão esperado brilho no seu olhar, e é quem tem uma palavra sob medida quando estes mesmos olhos estão amplificando tristeza interior. é lua nova, é a estrela mais brilhante, é luz que se renova a cada instante com múltiplas e inesperadas cores que cabem todas na sua íris.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é aquele que te diz "eu te amo" sem qualquer medo de má interpretação:&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é quem te ama "e ponto".&lt;br /&gt;É verdade e razão, sonho e sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é pra sempre, mesmo que o sempre ñ exista....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-326458529962961004?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/326458529962961004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=326458529962961004' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/326458529962961004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/326458529962961004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2008/02/amizade.html' title='Difícil querer definir amigo....'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsS_z2OJWI/AAAAAAAALvE/OIJzoaqG92Y/s72-c/y1pYAD6jTq1SDzP3kcu-lxtpnF6tlsJCDUtWFqnJVvB66ZvRz9kriEc5Z9OEu8PBnjl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-1566962145372278628</id><published>2007-12-01T16:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:51:48.414+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades da minha terra..uiuiui......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsVQpuHpII/AAAAAAAALvM/pQNWMoZUVNs/s1600-h/396px-Bandeiras06052007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335381559371867266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsVQpuHpII/AAAAAAAALvM/pQNWMoZUVNs/s320/396px-Bandeiras06052007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsVkEYS0qI/AAAAAAAALvU/WK_i8bmjik8/s1600-h/Serra+do+Pinto+-+descida+da+Rota+do+Sol+-+RS+486+entre+Tainhas+e+Terra+de+Areia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335381892945597090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsVkEYS0qI/AAAAAAAALvU/WK_i8bmjik8/s320/Serra+do+Pinto+-+descida+da+Rota+do+Sol+-+RS+486+entre+Tainhas+e+Terra+de+Areia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser saber quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Olha para o céu azul&lt;br /&gt;E grita junto comigo&lt;br /&gt;Viva o Rio Grande do Sul&lt;br /&gt;O lenço me identifica&lt;br /&gt;Qual a minha procedência&lt;br /&gt;Na províncio de São Pedro&lt;br /&gt;Padroeiro da querência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! meu Rio Grande&lt;br /&gt;De encantos mil&lt;br /&gt;Disposto a tudo&lt;br /&gt;Pelo Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Querência amada dos parrerais&lt;br /&gt;Da uva vem o vinho&lt;br /&gt;Do povo vem o carinho&lt;br /&gt;Bondade nunca é demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berço de Flores da Cunha&lt;br /&gt;E de Borges de Medeiros&lt;br /&gt;Terra de Getúlio Vargas&lt;br /&gt;Presidente brasileiro &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsVsWoXCfI/AAAAAAAALvc/9SKoNPL2u24/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335382035283773938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsVsWoXCfI/AAAAAAAALvc/9SKoNPL2u24/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou da mesma vertente&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus saúde me mande&lt;br /&gt;Que eu possa ver muitos anos&lt;br /&gt;O céu azul do Rio Grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quero tanto&lt;br /&gt;Torrão gaúcho&lt;br /&gt;Morrer por ti me dou o luxo&lt;br /&gt;Querência amada&lt;br /&gt;Planície e serra&lt;br /&gt;Dos braços que me puxa&lt;br /&gt;Da linda mulher gaúcha&lt;br /&gt;Beleza da minha terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/R1GFUzVJpiI/AAAAAAAAFR8/kpBsaPxlBLc/s1600-R/img118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139035242229245474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/R1GFUzVJpiI/AAAAAAAAFR8/J6a_4_8BZ-Y/s400/img118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração é pequeno&lt;br /&gt;Porque Deus me fez assim&lt;br /&gt;O Rio Grande é bem maior&lt;br /&gt;Mas cabe dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sou da geração mais nova&lt;br /&gt;Poeta bem macho e guapo&lt;br /&gt;Nas minhas veias escorre&lt;br /&gt;O sangue herói de farrapo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus é gaúcho&lt;br /&gt;Da espora e mango&lt;br /&gt;Foi maragato ou foi chimango&lt;br /&gt;Querência amada&lt;br /&gt;Meu céu de anil&lt;br /&gt;Este Rio Grande é gigante&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma estrela brilhante&lt;br /&gt;Na bandeira do Brasil&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/3224589113780332888-1566962145372278628?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1566962145372278628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=1566962145372278628' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/1566962145372278628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/1566962145372278628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2007/12/saudades-da-minha-terrauiuiui.html' title='Saudades da minha terra..uiuiui......'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsVQpuHpII/AAAAAAAALvM/pQNWMoZUVNs/s72-c/396px-Bandeiras06052007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-5183301790300140403</id><published>2007-09-05T20:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:18:28.798+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensar é ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"O mais infeliz dos homens é aquele que assim se julga&lt;/span&gt;, porque a desgraça depende menos das coisas que sofremos do que da imaginação com que aumentamos a própria infelicidade."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma grande verdade, porque felicidade e infelicidade são estados mentais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não são os acontecimentos, em si, que fazem uma pessoa feliz ou infeliz, mas a idéia que essa pessoa faz desses acontecimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma outra frase diz: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"os tristes dizem que os ventos gemem; os alegres acham que os ventos cantam".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo é questão de ótica mental.Você vê e sente as coisas através da mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode ser que você tenha errado, feito besteiras, fracassado, que ninguém é infalível e nem perfeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ao invés de ficar aí se lamentando pelos cantos da casa, ou pelos consultórios psiquiátricos, levante a cabeça, corrija a direção do seu barco e siga em frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficar se lamentando é uma maneira de perder tempo e vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.Às vezes, o barco bater num galho de árvore, sofrer o atrito de um banco de areia, chocar-se com outro barco, mas seguindo em frente você somente ficará com a parte boa do acontecido, que é a lição para acertar melhor o roteiro e a certeza de que está chegando sempre mais próximo do objetivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se vai adiante, poderá acertar a rota. Se fica parado, a chorar o leite derramado, jamais chegará onde deseja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por todas essas considerações, você percebe que a sua mente faz a sua felicidade ou infelicidade, o sucesso ou a depressão, enfim a sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preste bem atenção ao conteúdo das suas reflexões diárias sobre os fatos e situações, pois aí está a explicação do que lhe acontece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se vive se queixando da vida, achando que não adianta fazer nada, vendo fantasmas e demônios por toda parte, sua vida irá de mal a pior, pois o que você planta na mente, colhe na realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inunde sua mente, a sua alma, o seu coração, com a energia da felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proclame interiormente a felicidade, imagine-se feliz e verá que esta causa mental trará consigo o efeito correspondente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pensar é ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Rt7w8YJBFHI/AAAAAAAADSA/UY3gjCldMZ8/s1600-h/cristo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106783947547808882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Rt7w8YJBFHI/AAAAAAAADSA/UY3gjCldMZ8/s400/cristo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/3224589113780332888-5183301790300140403?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5183301790300140403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=5183301790300140403' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5183301790300140403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5183301790300140403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2007/09/pensar-ser.html' title='Pensar é ser'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Rt7w8YJBFHI/AAAAAAAADSA/UY3gjCldMZ8/s72-c/cristo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-4265636652250179122</id><published>2007-09-03T17:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:25:13.099+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsQgok6AFI/AAAAAAAALu0/tyQODA9n2js/s1600-h/24172569_SwissPbaseIMG_1242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335376336384557138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsQgok6AFI/AAAAAAAALu0/tyQODA9n2js/s320/24172569_SwissPbaseIMG_1242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Passamos uma vida presos, qual pássaros em suas gaiolas! Medo de amar, de olhar a vida de frente... E naquele pequeno espaço, cantamos nossas dores e sonhos! Muitas vezes, as portas de nossas gaiolas se abrem... Mas permanecemos ali, acostumados, encolhidos as nossas vontades e sonhos! Não tenha dúvida amigo, à primeira oportunidade, deve alçar o vôo dos falcões, calma, confiante, determinada! Ame sem medo, brinque um pouco com a vida ! Não tenha medo dos rochedos e sobre eles , estenda a sua asa corajosa de falcões! Solte-se ao vento, e deixe-na , levá-la ao sonho! Como o Condor, tente enxergar as pequeninas coisas a sua volta e saber apreciá-las, dando um sentido novo a sua vida ! Não seja passarinho de gaiola, mas, Falcões e Condores do céu ! A cada dia existe uma renovação constante, e nunca um será como o outro... Não há dores eternas, lágrimas eternas, perdas eternas! Há sorrisos , esperando-lhe, dias de sol, o abraço dos amigos, dos filhos e tantos sonhos lindos! Um amor lhe espera, para com você, voar, voar ... Porque a vida é um recomeçar diário........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijos a todos os meus amigos!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-4265636652250179122?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4265636652250179122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=4265636652250179122' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4265636652250179122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4265636652250179122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='Voar...'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsQgok6AFI/AAAAAAAALu0/tyQODA9n2js/s72-c/24172569_SwissPbaseIMG_1242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-6709732497232152981</id><published>2007-08-05T11:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:59:29.118+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><title type='text'>Procura-se um AMIGO.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RrWayj7fXOI/AAAAAAAADAM/CAbvYJRiChw/s1600-h/04082007+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095148746868481250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RrWayj7fXOI/AAAAAAAADAM/CAbvYJRiChw/s400/04082007+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não precisa ser homem, basta ser humano, ter sentimento, ter coração. Precisa saber falar e saber calar no momento certo; sobretudo, saber ouvir. Deve gostar de poesia, da madrugada, de pássaros, do sol, da lua, do canto dos ventos e do murmúrio das brisas. Deve sentir amor, um grande amor por alguém, ou sentir falta de não tê-lo. Deve amar o próximo e respeitar a dor alheia. Deve guardar segredo sem sacrifício. Não precisa ser puro, nem totalmente impuro, porém, não deve ser vulgar. Deve ter um ideal e sentir medo de perdê-lo; se não for assim, deve perceber o grande vazio que isso deixa. Precisa ter qualidades humanas; sua principal meta deve ser a de ser amigo; deve sentir piedade pelas pessoas tristes e compreender a solidão. Que ele goste de crianças e lastime as que não puderam nascer e as que não puderam viver. Que goste dos mesmos gostos; que se emocione quando chamado de amigo; que saiba conversar sobre coisas simples e de recordações da infância. Precisa-se de um amigo para se contar o que se viu de belo e triste durante o dia, das realizações, dos sonhos e da realidade. Deve gostar de ruas desertas, de poças d'água, de beira de estrada, do cheiro da chuva e de se deitar no capim orvalhado. Precisa-se de um amigo que diga que a vida vale a pena, não porque é bela, mas porque já se tem um amigo. Precisa-se de um amigo para não se chorar, para não se viver debruçado no passado. Precisa-se de um amigo que nos bata no ombro, sorrindo ou chorando, mas que nos chame de amigo. Precisa-se de um amigo que creia em nós. Precisa-se de um amigo para se ter consciência de que ainda se vive". Vinícius de Morais &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-6709732497232152981?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6709732497232152981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=6709732497232152981' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/6709732497232152981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/6709732497232152981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2007/08/procura-se-um-amigo.html' title='Procura-se um AMIGO.....'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RrWayj7fXOI/AAAAAAAADAM/CAbvYJRiChw/s72-c/04082007+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-925471246785392675</id><published>2007-07-25T19:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:53:10.404+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeçar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsIcgXiImI/AAAAAAAALuc/PC1DYRn_UbY/s1600-h/depois2ooo017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335367469368484450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsIcgXiImI/AAAAAAAALuc/PC1DYRn_UbY/s320/depois2ooo017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não importa onde você parou... Em que momento da vida você cansou...O que importa é que sempre é possível e necessário "Recomeçar".dar uma nova chance a si mesmo... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É renovar as esperanças na vida e o mais importante... Acreditar em você de novo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofreu muito nesse período? Foi aprendizado... Chorou muito? Foi limpeza da alma... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficou com raiva das pessoas? Foi para perdoá-las um dia... Sentiu-se só por diversas vezes? E por que fechaste a porta até para os anjos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acreditou que tudo estava perdido? Era o início da tua melhora... Pois é... Agora é hora de reiniciar... De pensar na luz... De encontrar prazer nas coisas simples de novo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um novo curso... Ou aquele velho desejo de aprender a pintar... Desenhar... Dominar o computador... Ou qualquer outra coisa... Olha quanto desafio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Está se sentindo sozinho? Besteira... Tem tanta gente que você afastou com o seu "período de isolamento"...Tem tanta gente esperando apenas um sorriso teu para "chegar" perto de você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335366761032920786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsHzRnLLtI/AAAAAAAALuM/6N-6XlTbAMU/s200/_12_0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Quando nos trancamos na tristeza... Nem nós mesmos nos suportamos... Ficamos horríveis... O mau humor vai comendo nosso fígado... Até a boca fica amarga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recomeçar... Hoje é um bom dia para começar novos desafios. Onde você quer chegar? Ir alto... Sonhe alto... Queira o melhor do melhor... Queira coisas boas para a vida... Pensando assim trazemos pra nós aquilo que desejamos... Se pensamos pequeno, coisas pequenas teremos... Já se desejarmos fortemente o melhor e principalmente lutarmos pelo melhor... O melhor vai se instalar na nossa vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é hoje o dia da faxina mental... Joga fora tudo que te prende ao passado... Ao mundinho de coisas tristes... fotos, peças de roupa, papel de bala, ingressos de cinema, bilhetes de viagens... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E toda aquela tranqueira que guardamos quando nos julgamos apaixonados... Jogue tudo fora... Mas principalmente.... Esvazie seu coração... Fique pronto para a vida... Para um novo amor... ... Lembre-se, somos apaixonáveis... Somos sempre capazes de amar muitas e muitas vezes... Afinal de contas... Nós somos o "Amor"... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335367030228869106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsIC8cfX_I/AAAAAAAALuU/coE5QJ14je4/s200/---_0126.jpg" border="0" /&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/3224589113780332888-925471246785392675?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/925471246785392675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=925471246785392675' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/925471246785392675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/925471246785392675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2007/07/recomear.html' title='Recomeçar'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsIcgXiImI/AAAAAAAALuc/PC1DYRn_UbY/s72-c/depois2ooo017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-8721314885940544564</id><published>2007-07-12T20:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:06:08.457+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade'/><title type='text'>Recordaçoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hoje abri meu baú de recordações... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vasculhei sonhos, remexi ilusões,toquei feridas...toquei desilusões... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coisas que marcaram,músicas que ficaram, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfumes que ainda exalam e espalham pelo ar,nos aromas de cada história vivida e de cada sensação sentida,o néctar do meu passado! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E bem lá no fundo,escondido em meio às paixões esquecidas,encontrei um amor que tanto machucou,mas que o tempo cicatrizou... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num misto de saudade e tristeza,revivi os tantos momentos...de alegria e tormento... Momentos felizes,momentos de festa e euforia..mas que foram momentos roubados,pela vida negados... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um amor extirpado,dois seres divididos, cada qual em seu caminho,seguindo novos destinos,novos sonhos,novas paixões, novos desatinos,novos recomeços... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vida... sábia conselheira,experiente timoneira,nos conduziu a outras direções. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempo... bálsamo de todas as dores, fecha todas as feridas,deixando em seu lugar apenas cicatrizes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas hoje, ao te encontrar neste baú de recordações,não sei se de surpresa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois te julgava esquecido,não sei se de emoção... que já não julgava sentir,um soluço sufocou meu peito e eu chorei... chorei... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E assim, após tanta lágrima derramada, senti minha alma lavada e foi aí que descobri... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que as cicatrizes, na verdade,são apenas feridas disfarçadas... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RpZ1A9HTHxI/AAAAAAAACzI/IRVqrs_iO5M/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086381488427179794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RpZ1A9HTHxI/AAAAAAAACzI/IRVqrs_iO5M/s400/37.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/3224589113780332888-8721314885940544564?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8721314885940544564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=8721314885940544564' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/8721314885940544564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/8721314885940544564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2007/07/recordaoes.html' title='Recordaçoes'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RpZ1A9HTHxI/AAAAAAAACzI/IRVqrs_iO5M/s72-c/37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-2900718037930376103</id><published>2007-06-30T19:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:53:05.316+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade'/><title type='text'>Seja mais feliz!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgYYl0f18DI/AAAAAAAALro/3fWOgejyHL8/s1600-h/1996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333977846693359666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgYYl0f18DI/AAAAAAAALro/3fWOgejyHL8/s320/1996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devia ter amado mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ter chorado mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ter visto o sol nascer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devia ter arriscado mais..Até errado mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ter feito o que eu queria fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria ter aceitado as pessoas como elas são.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada um sabe a alegria e a dor que traz no coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O acaso vai me proteger..Enquanto eu andar distraído &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devia ter complicado menos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trabalhado menos, ter visto o sol se pôr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devia ter me importado menos, Com problemas pequenos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ter morrido de amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria ter aceitado a vida como ela é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cada um cabe alegrias e a tristeza que vier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;VIVA MAIS.............RIA MAIS.........CHORE MAIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;SEJA MAIS FELIZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/3224589113780332888-2900718037930376103?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2900718037930376103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=2900718037930376103' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/2900718037930376103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/2900718037930376103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2007/06/seja-mais-feliz.html' title='Seja mais feliz!!!!'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgYYl0f18DI/AAAAAAAALro/3fWOgejyHL8/s72-c/1996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-8731316262922442556</id><published>2007-06-12T18:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:20:35.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vista del Monte San Pedro</title><content type='html'>M&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Rm7MR9boE-I/AAAAAAAACMA/8QWoUJIAxnE/s1600-h/natureza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075218439013405666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Rm7MR9boE-I/AAAAAAAACMA/8QWoUJIAxnE/s400/natureza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outro dia estava vendo esta paisagem e tomando um mate...que linda é a natureza,que linda é a vida e ñ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sei pq complicamos tanto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca nos contentamos,sempre falta algo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria tanto estar aqui em La Coruña e agora como gostaria de estar com a minha flia...meus amigos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas vale a pena pq pelo menos eu tentei...............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lira&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/3224589113780332888-8731316262922442556?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8731316262922442556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=8731316262922442556' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/8731316262922442556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/8731316262922442556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2007/06/outro-dia-estava-vendo-esta-paisagem-e.html' title='Vista del Monte San Pedro'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Rm7MR9boE-I/AAAAAAAACMA/8QWoUJIAxnE/s72-c/natureza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-5188462216553828901</id><published>2007-06-10T22:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:59:30.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lennon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RmxgGtboE7I/AAAAAAAACK4/EEwznKghWBw/s1600-h/lennon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074536548530656178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RmxgGtboE7I/AAAAAAAACK4/EEwznKghWBw/s400/lennon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Este é um pedaço do meu coraçao que foi para outro corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu filho Lennon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-5188462216553828901?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5188462216553828901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=5188462216553828901' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5188462216553828901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5188462216553828901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2007/06/lennon.html' title='Lennon'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RmxgGtboE7I/AAAAAAAACK4/EEwznKghWBw/s72-c/lennon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-4854348368019977378</id><published>2007-06-07T23:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:56:47.123+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;HOJE É UM DIA MUITO ESPECIAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;Estou muito feliz por todas as felicitaçoes que recebi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;Quero agradecer a todos os meus amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;Beijos e felicidades a vcs tbém!!!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RmhzytboERI/AAAAAAAACFU/1fsjFmeB8Wo/s1600-h/1234+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073432295258984722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RmhzytboERI/AAAAAAAACFU/1fsjFmeB8Wo/s400/1234+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224589113780332888-4854348368019977378?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4854348368019977378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=4854348368019977378' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4854348368019977378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/4854348368019977378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2007/06/meu-aniversrio.html' title='Meu aniversário'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RmhzytboERI/AAAAAAAACFU/1fsjFmeB8Wo/s72-c/1234+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-1479142232451712098</id><published>2007-06-06T19:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:11:35.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Hoje sim parece um dia de primavera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Suponho que este tempo está totalmente fora de lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Ja fazem 7 anos que vivo aqui em La Coruña e ainda ñ me adaptei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Prometi que vou aprender a ir a praia às 17h,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;mas eu gosto mesmo é de ir pela manha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Nunca posso ir pela manha pq sempre trabalho das 9h até as 17h,entao tenho que me adaptar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Esta foto foi ano passado na Ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RmbsB9boDbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/D7M1PRCVRuY/s1600-h/33333.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073001548693900722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RmbsB9boDbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/D7M1PRCVRuY/s320/33333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;hia,isso é Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335369593239994610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/SgsKYIZ9gPI/AAAAAAAALuk/Cp4K9ElotzU/s320/111111.jpg" border="0" /&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/3224589113780332888-1479142232451712098?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1479142232451712098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=1479142232451712098' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/1479142232451712098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/1479142232451712098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2007/06/hoje-sim-parece-um-dia-de-primavera.html' title='Primavera'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RmbsB9boDbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/D7M1PRCVRuY/s72-c/33333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224589113780332888.post-5574962965457554836</id><published>2007-06-05T18:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:59:31.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O mundo de Lira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RmWT-NboDZI/AAAAAAAAB9w/lgoPOUmuz1g/s1600-h/hoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072623252269436306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RmWT-NboDZI/AAAAAAAAB9w/lgoPOUmuz1g/s320/hoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje é um dia curioso e ontem foi um desses dias que te fazem pensar,por isso estou abrindo este blog para compartir com meus amigos as minhas idéias,minhas vivencias e um pouco do que conheci...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;E tbém é claro, quero receber seus comentários e inclusive conselhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A vida seria muito triste sem amigos&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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/3224589113780332888-5574962965457554836?l=lirasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5574962965457554836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224589113780332888&amp;postID=5574962965457554836' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5574962965457554836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224589113780332888/posts/default/5574962965457554836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirasantos.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-mundo-de-lira.html' title='O mundo de Lira'/><author><name>Lira  Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460275788440217025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/Svmx9xyFTeI/AAAAAAAAOXo/o5dcLPKJ5HQ/S220/IMG_2109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji5vEFni2uA/RmWT-NboDZI/AAAAAAAAB9w/lgoPOUmuz1g/s72-c/hoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
