<?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-654941536798032426</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:50:28.144-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ஆLiliane Félix</title><subtitle type='html'>Liberdade Ainda que Tardia</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutsfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654941536798032426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutsfelix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Félix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266528621611615548</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/_2vU7jeVag94/TKkjlQFXkpI/AAAAAAAABGk/l2QggHJ1gU0/S220/OgAAAKKFb-EGE2A0HUbALvI3fFJPQTGDGmm_JbAKDFE3NhGfto0_hcM1M7ZJPX8zJamGE1zdUSGkanv8VeOGnPvxJksAm1T1UGcBxfnCJEfH2JjsjrUgSuFvsoK8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654941536798032426.post-3676906655521778552</id><published>2011-04-23T21:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:34:54.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As fases...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; " trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;Um dia a gente passar a ver a vida com outros olhos. Talvez por algo que aconteça em nossa vida, e a partir desse momento, tudo muda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;" trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;Descobrir que amores são como folhas de outono, caem, desaparecem anos seguintes está outras, porém novas e muito mais belas. Podem ser folhas vivas ou mortas, independente elas sempre voltam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;" trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;Além das folhas que mudam todo ano, existem os amores que não mudam, são como as folhas de árvores que não alteram nem com a ventania de verão. Esses amores são os mais normais, nos acostumamos e para nos desprendermos é como fol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;ha do livro velho. Um dia a gente encontra e tudo vira apenas lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;" trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;Como seria bom se os "amores" durassem como estações, a cada três meses uma mudança, transformações e nada de monotonia amorosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;" trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;Tenho a mim os “amores” iguais a um impedimento no futebol. Você pensa que está no fim, pronto para marcar o gol, ai entra uma pessoa que está fora do campo levanta bandeira e termina com tudo. rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; " trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas por fim, queria ser como Cazuza, um poeta apaixonado por tudo, porém sem apego a nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#555555;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;O nosso amor a gente inventa pra se distrair. 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De inicio, disseram que a NOSSA ÁGUA estava contaminada, creio eu, tudo questão de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;marketing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; de &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;outras cidade&lt;/b&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, para tentar ser a Cidade Sede Água Da Copa , mas não se enganem,&lt;b&gt; NOSSA ÁGUA&lt;/b&gt; não está contaminada, e como foi mostrado na reportagem da &lt;b&gt;EPTV*&lt;/b&gt;, a água que chega até as nossas casas, essa sim, está contaminada com a &lt;b&gt;bactéria &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Escherichia Coli&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; *&lt;/b&gt;. Mas convenhamos, já passou da conta, nossa cidade precisa de uma água limpa,tempos de chuva é horrível, quando se abre a torneira a água sai marrom. Entretanto nosso&lt;b&gt; Prefeito Kaka&lt;/b&gt;, já confirmou que a partir do ano que vem, a água vai ser tratada. E como o mesmo disse, acha que o motivo desse surto não é da água que abastece a cidade, e sim uma vírus, pelo fato de outras cidades da região ter os mesmo sintomas ( Campanha e Três Corações). E apenas Cambuquira é divulgada na mídia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem, o que nós moradores dessa Cidade da qual eu tenho orgulho de fazer parte, temos que fazer? Como nossa cidade é sempre mal vista, infelizmente os pontos negativos falam mais alto, chegou a hora de divulgar a noticia, dizendo que, nossa ÁGUA MINERAL continua propicia para o consumo, sem fazer mal algum. E mostrar para as cidades concorrentes, que CAMBUQUIRA tem a MELHOR ÁGUA MINERAL DO MUNDO e pronto. 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Não consigo me controlar , muito menos me conheço. Agora eu quero, amanhã não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não sei de mim. Se é bom ter por perto as pessoas que te realizam ou se é bom ter por longe aquelas que nunca te realizou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A briga que se acha em um vento qualquer misturam com a desculpas de um beijo enlouquecedor. Desculpas sinceras me interessam. E como.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não aguento a distância que me percorre, e são quilometros, esses que nunca chegam. Não gosto dos amigos, eles me confundem. Seu jeito. Jeito de criança pedindo colo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Minha impaciência é o seu limite. Limite que ainda não teve fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fim de um recomeço qualquer, quem sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Histórias contadas, não são minhas preferidas. Gosto de ação e aventura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sexo alternativo!( Qualquer lugar) quem sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nos seus olhos eu viajo além do que minha imaginação pode alcançar. Mas desmorono quando seus olhos estão longe dos meus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah, a voz de bom dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Essa sim me alucina. Mas prefiro o beijo de boa noite. Esse sim, com inicio meio e fim. (Contado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quando chega o dia de partida, meu domínio fica por sua conta e de sua risada. Risada, essa que não sei. Esse domínio dos meus olhos seus. Lágrimas tomam conta. Se pudesse controlar, iria rir como desculpa de volta logo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não! Desculpa de fica, não vai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mas eu, mero imortal, não consigo controlar minha fala angustiante, irei controlar o estremecido dos meus olhos, pedindo pra ficar? Você entende, eu sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Essa parte que ás vezes me descontrolo e quero você longe de mim, pra que não sei por que muito menos.?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Talvez a liberdade de está sozinha,e dizer._ Hoje estou livre! Pronta para voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Como é estranho esse meu jeito de sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quero mais, sou muito mais além.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Além do que todos pensam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Esse além, com você.!&lt;/span&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;body style="background-image: url(bg.gif)"&gt;
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No meio? Bem, desde que me conheço estamos em crise .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo assim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperando algo positivo e as respostas são sempre negativas e quando menos espero, elas se tornam positivas. Ai Ai. Complica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje está sol, amanhã está chuva, dia nublado com pancadas. Entendo que a vida é assim, e quando se mora em cidade interiorana o clima fecha mais rápido e o susto é maior.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando que a crise vai acabar, o Planeta estabilizar, sol e chuva com o casamento da viúva.? Faz anos que não vejo essas cores. Quais são?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero o tempo passar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem sabe o clima fique ao meu favor, a crise acabe e o Planeta estabilize.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah,...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas tenho pressa. 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Cambuquira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vU7jeVag94/SgW-InCCZ3I/AAAAAAAAAe4/y2MojDrAIHU/s1600-h/topo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 81px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333878388815980402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vU7jeVag94/SgW-InCCZ3I/AAAAAAAAAe4/y2MojDrAIHU/s400/topo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cambuquira, 100 anos de muitas histórias e personalidades que fez décadas e 1 século. Mas como são 100 anos de muitas prosas deixo a minha em forma de manifestações positivas e negativas.&lt;br /&gt;Ouço meus familiares dizendo de como era perfeita essa cidade. Encantadora e acolhedora (10% continuam assim). Nosso Parque cheio de Veranistas (Turistas), muitas fotos e poucos &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vU7jeVag94/SgW9pwNAk2I/AAAAAAAAAew/uQDVZ3PnZo0/s1600-h/MatrizCambuquiraVertical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 245px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333877858701972322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vU7jeVag94/SgW9pwNAk2I/AAAAAAAAAew/uQDVZ3PnZo0/s400/MatrizCambuquiraVertical.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;registros. Terra onde possui a melhor ÁGUA MINERAL DO PLANETA, porém não possui água tratada. Fonte de renda que vem dos campos e mãos de pessoas que lutam para conseguir seu sustento.&lt;br /&gt;Personalidades que são reconhecidos nacionalmente e internacionalmente, mas fora de Cambuquira, não posso dizer o mesmo. Cadê a Batata Doce, Feijão pra Janta, Capricho e entre outros? Quero registro! Governantes esquecidos ou eleitores não esclarecidos? Quem sabe os dois juntos?&lt;br /&gt;Uma Cidade que ao seu redor possui a mais pela paisagem, mata pura, ar puro. Dizem que Cambuquira possui o mais encantador e belo céu ao anoitecer. As estrelas brilham por ela. Céu que de ano em ano fica colorido com seus pássaros humanos.&lt;br /&gt;E água que cura e gera descuido. Gera, de gerar. Pessoas que não importam ou se importam esquecem-se de importar. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vU7jeVag94/SgW-UBoHY5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/wFT_KJn8Djw/s1600-h/arraial-cambuquira2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333878584933573522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vU7jeVag94/SgW-UBoHY5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/wFT_KJn8Djw/s400/arraial-cambuquira2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Povo que gosta de janela e doce de leite com queijo minas. Causos que não são de Pato Branco e sim de Cambuquira das Minas Gerais.&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos de empregos e empr&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vU7jeVag94/SgW9dgBuhuI/AAAAAAAAAeo/SxHMOJ7vRbQ/s1600-h/cambuquira02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333877648201254626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vU7jeVag94/SgW9dgBuhuI/AAAAAAAAAeo/SxHMOJ7vRbQ/s400/cambuquira02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;egados. Fábricas, indústria. Porque mão de obra é o que não falta.&lt;br /&gt;Queremos política e não politicagem.&lt;br /&gt;Quero CAMBUQUIRA .E não a CIDADE DO JÁ TEVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PARABÉNS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;body style="background-image: url(bg.gif)"&gt;
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Ato ou efeito de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;2. Aptidão para receber as impressões.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sensação; sensibilidade.&lt;br /&gt;4. Consciência íntima.&lt;br /&gt;5. Faculdade de compreender; intuição; percepção.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pesar; paixão; desgosto.&lt;br /&gt;7. Pressentimento&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Ainda é estranho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, no meu ponto de vista, se ficar nomeado o que sentimos por fulano, sicrano vai acabar em uma rotina gramatical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Porque podemos mudar de estágio desse tal de sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Como?&lt;br /&gt;Bem simples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso sentir atraída por alguém e dessa atração posso sentir algo a mais. Gosto desse alguém, porém esse alguém pode me conquistar, de gostar posso adorar e amar, ou não? &lt;br /&gt;Existe uma pirâmide feita pela sociedade, algo que não encaixa nos meus padrões de 'sentimentos', depois do gostar vem o adorar e depois do adorar vem o amar.&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus complicou mais ainda.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu adoro eu não amo. Mas se eu gosto eu amo. O que eu sinto então?&lt;br /&gt;Na língua dos 'homens’, ou melhor, na cronologia dos 'homens', o sentimento possuí estágios.&lt;br /&gt;Como assim?&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser objetiva.&lt;br /&gt;Quando você se sentiu atraído por alguém, e começa a ter um vinculo diário, essa cronologia funciona como estágios de 'sentimento'.&lt;br /&gt;1º atração&lt;br /&gt;2º afeição&lt;br /&gt;3º gostar&lt;br /&gt;4º apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;5º adorar&lt;br /&gt;6º amar.&lt;br /&gt;Ops! E depois do amar? Acabou? O patamar de 'sentimentos' terminam aqui?&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes me perco nessas idéias loucas, mas que para mim faz sentido total.&lt;br /&gt;O amor dos pais é maior do que amor de namorado? Dizem que os avós amam os netos duas vezes, portanto amam os netos mais do que os próprios filhos. Será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei para uma colega se ela amava ou adorava seu namorado, ela me olhou de uma forma e não me respondeu. Então, ela fez a mesma pergunta para mim, fui categórica ao responder, _"Adoro meu namorado". Ela me olhou e perguntou por que adorava e não amava? &lt;br /&gt;Mas para responder a essa pergunta tive que ir além do pouco conhecimento que tenho sobre religiões e ainda sobre as palavras do Senhor. Não sou daquelas que freqüentam a Igreja todo domingo de manhã, mas tenho familiares que rezam por mim. rs &lt;br /&gt;Ok! O que tem a Igreja e o meu modo de tentar entender o que é 'Sentimento' e indo mais além a diferenciação do (AMAR E ADORAR).&lt;br /&gt;Sempre ouvia o padre dizendo "Deus adorou seus seguidores. Porque o Senhor morreu por nós e nos adorando". Nunca ouvi "Deus amou seus seguidores,...".&lt;br /&gt;Bem, peguei um dicionário velho que tenhp desde meu 1º ano escolar e fui procurar os significados dessas duas palavras e descobri que eu realmente tinha razão em ADORAR MEU NAMORADO, MEUS FAMILIARES, AMIGOS etc.&lt;br /&gt;Por quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAR:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ter amor a; gostar muito de.&lt;br /&gt;2. Estar apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADORAR:&lt;br /&gt;1 Reverenciar, venerar.&lt;br /&gt;2 Amar extremamente, idolatrar. &lt;br /&gt;3 Gostar muito de. &lt;br /&gt;4 Prestar culto a; cultuar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando expliquei esses significados para minha colega, ela continuou com o mesmo olhar e meu namorado que estava ao meu lado fez o seguinte comentário:&lt;br /&gt;_ “““ Nós dois nos amamos e adoramos ao mesmo tempo”.&lt;br /&gt;E pra finalizar perguntei:&lt;br /&gt;_ Ainda ama seu namorado?&lt;br /&gt;Ela apenas sorriu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Com tantos significados e com essa sociedade que insiste em seguir regras para seus 'sentimentos', prefiro o MEU. Sinto algo forte, que vai além de amar e adorar. E quando achar algum verbete que possa ser mais forte que esses termos citados a cima anuncio, para todos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, eu sei o que sinto. 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Aí de repente tudo acabou.&lt;br /&gt;A negrinha de avental morreu, a cegonha virou a barriga da mamãe, e que no final sentia dor, e a cegonha? Por que morreu?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sou 'gente grande'.&lt;br /&gt;Ah... (risos) lembro quando vovô dizia:_" o que vai ser quando crescer?" e eu com um sorriso nos olhos dizia: _ "Vou ser gente grande"!&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes as histórias continuam, e outras vezes são modificadas, o Papai Noel cansou de fazer todos os anos as mesmas viagens, o Coelhinho da Páscoa não comeu a cenoura e não teve força de entregar os ovos.&lt;br /&gt;Os brinquedos que antes eram bonecas de pano, fazer casinha na areia e comidinha de barro, viraram jogos na 'net', o passatempo é na frente do computador ou um vídeo game. As meninas viram mulheres, 'de verdade'. As 'casinhas' viram casas, os 'filhinhos' viram filhos.&lt;br /&gt;Ah essa infância interrompida!!!&lt;br /&gt;Qual o segredo pra tentar ser como antes?&lt;br /&gt;A casinha na árvore e o carrinho de rolimã?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo mudou, eu virei gente grande. Isso não é nada bom. Saudades das brincadeiras na casa da vovó.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje? &lt;br /&gt;Dêem-me os motivos desse mundo tão sem sentido?&lt;br /&gt;Por que temos que virar gente grande tão cedo? Não dá tempo de construir a casinha e nem fazer a comidinha.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, infelizmente temos que conformar com esse mundo Capitalista, consumista e daqui algum tempo nem nomes vão ter para expressar o que vivemos como crescemos etc.&lt;br /&gt;Qual o motivo de uma criança ter outra criança? Só que uma criança de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;E a Igreja?&lt;br /&gt; Opina?&lt;br /&gt; Sim!&lt;br /&gt; Opina errado.&lt;br /&gt; Esse lado dogmático que intriga os próprios fiéis.&lt;br /&gt; Criança tem que ser criança, pronto e acabou. Tudo tem o seu momento adequado, pelo menos eu acho. (Esse meu achismo sempre me atrapalha)&lt;br /&gt;As Leis de Deus, quem criou as Leis de Deus? Foram os homens. &lt;br /&gt;E como podemos deixar uma criança dar á luz a outra criança?&lt;br /&gt;Que horrível, o Arcebispo de Olinda ordenar a excomunhão da mãe e dos médicos que salvaram a vida dessa criança ingênua que sofria agressão na própria casa?&lt;br /&gt;A Igreja é á favor da vida, todos nós somos á favor da vida, mas ao ponto de afirmar que a lei de Deus é mais importante e que a vida dessa 'criança mãe.' E se a‘criança-mãe’ ou seus filhos morressem? Deus foi o responsável pela 'não-vida' desses seres?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! A Igreja, sempre polêmica. Contra preservativos, pílula do dia seguinte e assim por diante.&lt;br /&gt;O lema é procriar. Procriar com essa crise mundial. &lt;br /&gt;Eita, Bento! &lt;br /&gt;Pra quem vem até a Basílica de Aparecida do Norte e exige lençóis de cetim, cama, prato, talheres de ouro? Ok!&lt;br /&gt; Procriaremos, na condição que você doe a metade do seu lucro, o as esmolas que pobre fieis dão em toda missa. Assim, conseguiríamos procriar dignamente.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho em mente que Deus é apenas Um. Um Ser superior, de apenas uma raça, e crença. &lt;br /&gt;E temos 'pessoas' que pensam que são 'seres', o Papa Bento XVI, que olhos são aqueles, diabólicos, olhos de raiva. Ao contrário do Papa João Paulo II, olhar leve, sorriso que passava tranqüilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Igreja, invés de distanciar os fieis tragam para sua casa dêem amor, atenção e dignidade.&lt;br /&gt;E deixe que as Leis de Deus o Homem as fazem a ser praticadas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;body style="background-image: url(bg.gif)"&gt;
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Temos em nossas mãos a &lt;em&gt;chance de melhor e tentar seguir em frente ou deixar Cambuquira como está.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Não estou pedindo voto pra ninguém muito menos dizer em quem você deve votar. O que eu quero dizer é bem simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não votem com o 'coração' e sim com razão de mudar ou melhor, melhorar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(...) Fico indignada, todas as cidades do Circuito das Águas &lt;strong&gt;cresceram&lt;/strong&gt; e por que a nossa não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sendo que,&lt;strong&gt; temos a melhor água do mundo, o melhor clima, a melhor paisagem o melhor Pico temos MELHOR em tudo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E de quem é &lt;strong&gt;culpa&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dos antigos administradores? _Sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dos atuais? Sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Da população? _Sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a maior culpa somos nós. Isso NÓS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Não podemos deixar que Cambuquira fique estagnada. Temos que mudar e mudar para melhor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Temos duas opções, &lt;strong&gt;deixar como está ou tentar melhorar&lt;/strong&gt;. E isso só depende de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não vamos votar em alguém por que gostamos. Vamos votar por quem tem competência, vontade de fazer. Quem tanto promete nada faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Deixo aqui uma pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto custa seu voto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma casa? Um tubo de PVC? Uma cesta básica? Dez reais? Ou nada?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;E deixo a minha resposta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu voto não custa nada, meu voto custa consequências positivas e negativas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Não vamos deixar para amanhã o que podemos fazer hoje.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Ou melhor, vamos fazer agora para não esperar mais quatro anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Olha que demora...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;body style="background-image: url(bg.gif)"&gt;
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POLÍTICA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estamos em ano de eleição, uma época em que as pessoas se deixam levar por portas, janelas, televisão ou apenas um cesta básica. Pessoas que não sabem pôr na balança que tudo é ilegal, e que depois de 3ou4 meses são esquecidas e lembradas novamente 4 anos depois.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moro em uma pequena cidade, onde existem aproximadamente 15 mil habitantes e 9 mil eleitores. Temos a melhor estância de água mineral do mundo, onde era pra ter o melhor turismos também. Porém, existem políticos que esquecem desses detalhes e que mesmo vivendo nessa cidade chamada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cambuquira&lt;/span&gt; só lembram dela de 4 em 4 anos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temos que mudar o pensamento dessas pessoas que vêem política como uma troca de favor,_"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;te dou&lt;/span&gt; uma janela e você me dá seu voto"!.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Somos livres pra tomar qualquer decisão e nosso voto é secreto e ninguém tem o direito de saber e muito menos tentar comprá-lo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixo aqui minha opinião, vamos mudar nossa cidade. E começando dentro da prefeitura e câmara municipal. 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