<?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-6421626742207204972</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:25:14.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrelas da Alma</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421626742207204972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Estrelas da Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529319532359533237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R8tbGWJdOqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jXrOHdrgUps/S220/S3020442.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421626742207204972.post-1999368088267526065</id><published>2008-03-22T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T05:33:33.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>História do Ovo de Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Na antigüidade os egípcios e persas costumavam tingir ovos com cores da primavera e presentear os amigos. Para os povos antigos o ovo simbolizava o nascimento. Por isso, os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R-T8D6j7ILI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jICOsxpvHJQ/s1600-h/brunella4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;persas acreditavam que a Terra nascera de um ovo gigante.&lt;br /&gt;Os cristãos primitivos do oriente foram os primeiros a dar ovos coloridos na Páscoa simbolizando a ressurreição, o nascimento para uma nova vida. Nos países da Europa costumava-se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R-T76Kj7IKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_D3hbAkuZcI/s1600-h/127943036_9418823cfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180542448068927650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R-T76Kj7IKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_D3hbAkuZcI/s200/127943036_9418823cfa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;escrever mensagens e datas nos ovos e doá-los aos amigos. Em outros, como na Alemanha, o costume era presentear as crianças. Na Armênia decoravam ovos ocos com figuras de Jesus, Nossa Senhora e outras figuras religiosas.&lt;br /&gt;Os ovos não eram comestíveis, como se conhece hoje. Era mais um presente original simbolizando a ressurreição como início de uma vida nova. A própria natureza, nestes países, renascia florida e verdejante após um rigoroso inverno.&lt;br /&gt;Em alguns lugares as crianças montam seus próprios ninhos e acreditam que o coelhinho da Páscoa coloca seus ovinhos. Em outros, as crianças procuram os ovinhos escondidos pela casa, como acontece nos Estados Unidos.&lt;br /&gt;Antigamente, me lembro, há mais de 20 anos, o costume era enfeitar e pintar ovos de galinha, sem gema e clara, e recheá-los com amendoim revestido com açúcar e chocolate. Os ovos de Páscoa, como conhecemos hoje (de chocolate), era produto caro e pouco abundante.&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma o ovo em si simboliza a vida imanente, oculta, misteriosa que está por desabrochar.&lt;br /&gt;A Páscoa é a festa magna da cristandade e por ela celebramos a ressurreição de Jesus, sua vitória, sua morte e a desesperança (Rm 6.9). É a festa da nova vida, a vida em Cristo ressuscitado. Por Cristo somos participantes dessa nova vida (Rm 6.5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R-T8Qqj7IMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/T8foZAgllcs/s1600-h/brunella4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180542834615984322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R-T8Qqj7IMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/T8foZAgllcs/s200/brunella4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R-T276j7IJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wskm7-6Af14/s1600-h/127943036_9418823cfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Essa história tem seu início com as civilizações dos Maias e Astecas, que consideravam o chocolate como algo sagrado, tal qual o ouro. Os astecas usavam-no como moeda.&lt;br /&gt;Na Europa aparece a partir do século XVI, tornando-se popular rapidamente. Era uma mistura de sementes de cacau torradas e trituradas, depois juntada com água, mel e farinha. O chocolate, na história, foi consumido como bebida. Era considerado como alimento afrodisíaco e dava vigor. Por isso, era reservado, em muitos lugares, aos governantes e soldados. Os bombons e ovos, como conhecemos, surgem no século XX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brasilescola.com/datacomemorativas/ovo-de-pascoa.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brasil Escola&lt;/strong&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/6421626742207204972-1999368088267526065?l=estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1999368088267526065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421626742207204972&amp;postID=1999368088267526065' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421626742207204972/posts/default/1999368088267526065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421626742207204972/posts/default/1999368088267526065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com/2008/03/histria-do-ovo-de-pscoa.html' title='História do Ovo de Páscoa'/><author><name>Estrelas da Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529319532359533237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R8tbGWJdOqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jXrOHdrgUps/S220/S3020442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R-T76Kj7IKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_D3hbAkuZcI/s72-c/127943036_9418823cfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421626742207204972.post-3452362059878414162</id><published>2008-03-01T04:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T05:09:31.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O poder do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R8lUjGJdOpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fkn7y2r0WWI/s1600-h/ATcAAACFWUgGVS-mGbAWQtpwfYLd4LtjUj8vz3VsRGuDrYhAAchLVfjk1Plzpo3B5KB2MQpos4Dd_2JIEBqfIjOLjXMrAJtU9VCfBqekI7qLu92OdjaD119AHNIOaA.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172758608934156946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R8lUjGJdOpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fkn7y2r0WWI/s200/ATcAAACFWUgGVS-mGbAWQtpwfYLd4LtjUj8vz3VsRGuDrYhAAchLVfjk1Plzpo3B5KB2MQpos4Dd_2JIEBqfIjOLjXMrAJtU9VCfBqekI7qLu92OdjaD119AHNIOaA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do que é capaz o amor??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será das lágrimas ao encontro de um sorriso, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou será o contrario.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma coisa que nunca ninguém poderá explicar é o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Só aqueles que já amaram ou amam verdadeiramente podem ter o maravilhoso gostinho de saber o que é, mas também não são capazes de dizer a ninguem o verdadeiro sentido da palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Simplesmente sentem, e o transmite para a pessoa amada, aquela que você enxerga nos olhos o brilho do amor, a áurea da felicidade e o encanto de estar junto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sinceramente amo, amo com as mãos, com olhos, com o carinho, o afeto e principalmente com o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Existem pessoas que só amam, e não AMAM DE VERDADE, e que são até capazes de enganar aquele a quem diz amar, o que não sabem mesmo, é que os enganados são eles mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não existe nesse mundo sentimento melhor e mais bonito do que amor. Com o amor florescemos a Primavera, damos luz ao sol no Verão, nos esquentamos juntos ao frio do Inverno, e não deixamos morrer as folhas que caem ao chão no Outono, não há nesse mundo sensação melhor do que amar e ser amado, sentir no encontro de duas mãos o calor do coração, ver nos gestos o carinho e sentir no abraço aconchego e ao ver a pessoa amada, sentir o coração pulsar mais forte, as pernas tremer e o sorriso nascer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu te amo Renan!&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/6421626742207204972-3452362059878414162?l=estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3452362059878414162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421626742207204972&amp;postID=3452362059878414162' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421626742207204972/posts/default/3452362059878414162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421626742207204972/posts/default/3452362059878414162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-poder-do-amor.html' title='O poder do Amor'/><author><name>Estrelas da Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529319532359533237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R8tbGWJdOqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jXrOHdrgUps/S220/S3020442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R8lUjGJdOpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fkn7y2r0WWI/s72-c/ATcAAACFWUgGVS-mGbAWQtpwfYLd4LtjUj8vz3VsRGuDrYhAAchLVfjk1Plzpo3B5KB2MQpos4Dd_2JIEBqfIjOLjXMrAJtU9VCfBqekI7qLu92OdjaD119AHNIOaA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421626742207204972.post-7620458726128483669</id><published>2008-02-24T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:15:38.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Querer ser livre! A algum mal nisso?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R8IUhF1lwuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JiUVW7Mu92c/s1600-h/amorsemasas.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170717880909939426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R8IUhF1lwuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JiUVW7Mu92c/s200/amorsemasas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Talvez saibam como me sinto, ou não&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tem horas em que o que mais queremos é o de menos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sentar em uma varanda, ver o sol se por, sentir a leve brisa acariciar, observar cada detalhe de uma borboleta, sentir o cheiro de uma rosa ou olhar estrelas. São as coisas mais simples de se fazer, mas existem dias em que o mais fácil, passa a se tornar o mais difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero estar junto aos que amo, exatamente por toda minha vida, mas tambem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R8IWj11lwwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qy1C7R_jx1c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170720127177835266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R8IWj11lwwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qy1C7R_jx1c/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; quero estar longe, quero estar só!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero estar ao lado do amor e da solidão, da chuva e do verão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero poder viajar em meus pensamentos, viver um dia de cada vez, me mostrar feliz pelo que Deus fez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Será dificil realisar esse pequeno desejo?! Será dificil ter um momento ao lado de uma só pessoa a qual estamos dispostos a mudar, a morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tenho tamanha certeza de que não, basta termos nossos proprios momentos, termos nossas decisões, termos nossos sonhos, sem que tenha alguem que queira ao contrario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero agradecer a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://camilinhaliba.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://camilinhaliba.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; por ter me dado selos, que significaram muito pra mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6421626742207204972-7620458726128483669?l=estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7620458726128483669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421626742207204972&amp;postID=7620458726128483669' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421626742207204972/posts/default/7620458726128483669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421626742207204972/posts/default/7620458726128483669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com/2008/02/querer-ser-livre-algum-mal-nisso.html' title='Querer ser livre! A algum mal nisso?!'/><author><name>Estrelas da Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529319532359533237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R8tbGWJdOqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jXrOHdrgUps/S220/S3020442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R8IUhF1lwuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JiUVW7Mu92c/s72-c/amorsemasas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421626742207204972.post-7295693899708381019</id><published>2008-02-21T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T10:09:17.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R729Bl1lwtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Uhi_1YygciM/s1600-h/ATgAAABttPJhH-dhjiCrXCOGTY_sEyEYKOZTdyk23z7ttKVA7iN_ALC4QHFrUvT1n9afa5gYpChe5pi9wbKO9ERH04TGAJtU9VD4U8qmh26TapLJcevrqhSI_zIPKg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169495782325600978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R729Bl1lwtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Uhi_1YygciM/s200/ATgAAABttPJhH-dhjiCrXCOGTY_sEyEYKOZTdyk23z7ttKVA7iN_ALC4QHFrUvT1n9afa5gYpChe5pi9wbKO9ERH04TGAJtU9VD4U8qmh26TapLJcevrqhSI_zIPKg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se te comparo a um dia de verão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;És por certo mais belo e mais ameno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O vento espalha as folhas pelo chão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o tempo do verão é bem pequeno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ás vezes brilha o Sol em demasia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outras vezes desmaia com frieza;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que é belo declina num só dia, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na terna mutação da natureza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas em ti o verão será eterno,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a beleza que tens não perderás;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem chegarás da morte ao triste inverno:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nestas linhas com o tempo crescerás.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E enquanto nesta terra houver um ser,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meus versos vivos te farão viver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/William_Shakespeare/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/em&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/6421626742207204972-7295693899708381019?l=estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7295693899708381019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421626742207204972&amp;postID=7295693899708381019' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421626742207204972/posts/default/7295693899708381019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421626742207204972/posts/default/7295693899708381019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com/2008/02/soneto-17.html' title='Soneto 17'/><author><name>Estrelas da Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529319532359533237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R8tbGWJdOqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jXrOHdrgUps/S220/S3020442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R729Bl1lwtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Uhi_1YygciM/s72-c/ATgAAABttPJhH-dhjiCrXCOGTY_sEyEYKOZTdyk23z7ttKVA7iN_ALC4QHFrUvT1n9afa5gYpChe5pi9wbKO9ERH04TGAJtU9VD4U8qmh26TapLJcevrqhSI_zIPKg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421626742207204972.post-7970317461188773213</id><published>2008-02-18T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:19:25.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra que perguntar se sinto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R7oSM11lwsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qRhTxasgstI/s1600-h/416f0a6c4b9b1-75-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168463534180647618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R7oSM11lwsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qRhTxasgstI/s200/416f0a6c4b9b1-75-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra que dizer se sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra que chorar se estou junto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra que sorrir se sinto falta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra que demonstrar se vê &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra que escrever se sei décor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra que gritar se escuto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra que sussurrar pra dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra que dizer sim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra que dizer não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra que entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque não entender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6421626742207204972-7970317461188773213?l=estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7970317461188773213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421626742207204972&amp;postID=7970317461188773213' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421626742207204972/posts/default/7970317461188773213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421626742207204972/posts/default/7970317461188773213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdaalma.blogspot.com/2008/02/pra-que.html' title='Pra que...'/><author><name>Estrelas da Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529319532359533237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R8tbGWJdOqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jXrOHdrgUps/S220/S3020442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R7oSM11lwsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qRhTxasgstI/s72-c/416f0a6c4b9b1-75-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421626742207204972.post-7310378122757357818</id><published>2008-02-16T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T15:30:33.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu em você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R7b3Dl1lwqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9ejCCEKKyf0/s1600-h/beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167589263522775714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R7b3Dl1lwqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9ejCCEKKyf0/s200/beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinta-me como a leve brisa que toca seu rosto&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beija-me com o sabor de seus lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acaricia-me com o leve toque de suas mãos macias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Abraça-me como se não nos víssemos há anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liga-me para contar-me seus desejos para hoje&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Precisa-me como preciso de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Diga-me com o suave timbre da sua voz que me amas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Respira-me como respiras o vento de um aconchegante balanço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Roube-me para nunca mais devolver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pegue-me e leve-me para qualquer lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Escuta-me como escuta o cântico dos pássaros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Toca-me como tocas em uma rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aperta-me como quando segura minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dança-me como dançam os anjos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Canta-me como quando está enlouqecido de felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desenha-me com todos os detalhes como quando me vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pensa-me como pensa na letra de nossa música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estuda-me como estudam os oceanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entrega-me como entrega-te a um banho quente no fim de uma tarde fria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Recorda-me como recorda seus bons momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sJ58q4Nd0U/R7b2zl1lwpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_nI01xNB94k/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167588988644868754" style="FLOAT: right; 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