<?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-5097118522452804295</id><updated>2012-05-22T12:41:02.475-03:00</updated><category term='Deusiene Paiva'/><title type='text'>"Seja eu leitura variada para mim mesmo"</title><subtitle type='html'>O poeta é um fingidor.
Finge tão completamente
Que chega a fingir que é dor
A dor que deveras sente. (Fernando Pessoa)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-8816575302347218289</id><published>2012-05-06T11:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-06T11:44:12.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;É dificil, complicado e até decepcionante ter que renunciar algo em detrimento de outro quando isso é colocado de forma que encurralam a tua consciência, sufoca teus sentimentos mas nas "regras legais" é o mais acertado a fazer o que não quer dizer que seja nas atuais circuntâncias o que fará mais feliz em total plenitude.&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/5097118522452804295-8816575302347218289?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/8816575302347218289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=8816575302347218289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/8816575302347218289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/8816575302347218289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2012/05/e-dificil-complicado-e-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-1496206726317798332</id><published>2012-05-04T16:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-04T16:19:14.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;q&gt;Quero amigos, não admiradores. Pessoas que me respeitem pelo caráter e pelo que faço, não pelo sorriso encantador. O círculo ao meu redor seria bem menor, mas não importa, desde que fosse composto por gente sincera.&lt;/q&gt;                                     &lt;cite&gt;                                                                                                    &lt;a href="http://www.osvigaristas.com.br/frases/obras/o-diario-de-anne-frank/" title="Frases de O Diário de Anne Frank"&gt;O Diário de Anne Frank&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;/cite&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/5097118522452804295-1496206726317798332?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/1496206726317798332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=1496206726317798332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/1496206726317798332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/1496206726317798332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2012/05/quero-amigos-nao-admiradores_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-596921024787839815</id><published>2011-05-28T22:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T22:32:16.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000084;"&gt;"...Eu vou me permitir deixar as lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;cairem livremente, para que a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;vá embora com elas ." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5097118522452804295-596921024787839815?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/596921024787839815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=596921024787839815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/596921024787839815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/596921024787839815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-1495019816725529280</id><published>2011-05-23T00:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T00:56:43.547-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...perdi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom devo confessar que já faz algum tempo que fico horas na frente do PC mas não consigo colocar o que penso no papel ou mesmo digitar é um sentimento estranho como um grito abafado e nessa luta interna estou sendo vencida, o medo de expressar o que é nítido pra mim chega a ser assustador ou ridículo se for analisado com um pouco&amp;nbsp; mais de senso critico. A questão é que isso esta me matando e tanta coisa aconteceu e vem acontecendo e não estou conseguindo processar ou mesmo aceitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo sempre gira como uma roda-viva e as figurinhas são sempre as mesmas no jogo da vida em momentos diferentes, locais diferentes, as vezes perto ,as vezes longe e a minha covardia em dizer o que sinto ao notar ou deduzir que você esta se esquivando é de cortar a carne, fico tentando me proteger e finalmente do quê? me questiono...de novas feridas? decepções? as vezes penso estar protegendo eu de eu mesma...kkkk parece louco né? bom para quem preza pela discrição e tenta ser verdadeira e apaixonada em tudo que faz, do tipo que se joga nas relações se doa e tem a certeza de&amp;nbsp; finais traumáticos..kkkk...o que pode-se esperar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Devo confessar que estou cansada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... do interesse aparente e que se esvai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... da falta de sensibilidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... da sua indiferença disfarçada&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... da sua ironia inocente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... de ser + 1&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... de tentar chamar tua atenção &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... de ser mal interpretada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já aconteceu tanta coisa em minha vida ainda me surpreendo com a mudança de alguém do qual tenho grande apreço e julgava ser amigo, até a maldita hora em que nos envolvemos ... tudo ficou estranho e cada dia mais distante de mim... bom ñ será o primeiro mais confesso que julguei ser diferente dessa vez.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que tola eu fui e de quebra perdi um amigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G9Fqrbg5fz0/TdnayDl-2_I/AAAAAAAABA4/hbz4zcdD878/s1600/solid%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G9Fqrbg5fz0/TdnayDl-2_I/AAAAAAAABA4/hbz4zcdD878/s1600/solid%25C3%25A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meu coração ta apertado!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deusiene&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/5097118522452804295-1495019816725529280?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/1495019816725529280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=1495019816725529280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/1495019816725529280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/1495019816725529280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2011/05/perdi.html' title='...perdi'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G9Fqrbg5fz0/TdnayDl-2_I/AAAAAAAABA4/hbz4zcdD878/s72-c/solid%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-3410026779049732449</id><published>2011-03-28T18:10:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T20:39:04.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>e que seja eterno....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nn4xaRdBNEI/TbSJoObJGQI/AAAAAAAABAQ/LTXASU8fPw4/s1600/DSC00308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nn4xaRdBNEI/TbSJoObJGQI/AAAAAAAABAQ/LTXASU8fPw4/s320/DSC00308.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yyx4bj5Jm-w/TbSKiupy7uI/AAAAAAAABAU/P7KyCZwKMWM/s1600/DSC00309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yyx4bj5Jm-w/TbSKiupy7uI/AAAAAAAABAU/P7KyCZwKMWM/s320/DSC00309.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-H1BXW4reXAI/TbSLMEqX18I/AAAAAAAABAY/ZuywQ11ifTs/s1600/DSC00305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1BXW4reXAI/TbSLMEqX18I/AAAAAAAABAY/ZuywQ11ifTs/s320/DSC00305.JPG" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt; eu aprendi com o tempo que amizade verdadeira é um bem inestimável...olha ai velhos&amp;nbsp; amigos que amo de graça e agora&amp;nbsp; com o acrescimo de aldeniz. &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/-ymia-s-9eks/TbSNbSD5swI/AAAAAAAABAg/DHKoYYDqIqM/s1600/DSC00266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OYTFtCYKvWg/TbSOlC3Oo6I/AAAAAAAABAk/lh9fvqYabnw/s1600/DSC00265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/p6gl5sDQqhc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p6gl5sDQqhc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p6gl5sDQqhc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Mesmo em momentos dificeís que foge ao controle finito de minhas mãos a sensação de impotência, nos momentos de dúvida, dor, por um momento achei que eu estava só, mas louvo a Deus porque Ele sempre esteve alí nunca me deixou só e posso sentir Seu toque, Sua presença, atuando em minha vida, deixando o fardo mais leve e sarando as minhas feridas... não tenho palavras para agradecer, obrigado é pouco, por isso todo meu ser Te dou e Te exalto e entrego minha vida. Te amo Deus!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;by&amp;nbsp; Deusiene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha como o Espirito de Deus age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obs: Após essa postagem recebi uma triste notícia, o falecimento de um tio&amp;nbsp; muito querido de forma covarde, fria aos olhos humanos ...oooow só Deus sabe como foi dificil e sofrido receber essa noticia e ter que repassa-la aos parentes dki uma vez que tudo aconteceu no Rio de Janeiro e estamos em João Pessoa, parece que todos os telefones entraram em colapso e a comunicação foi nenhuma, a angustia por mais noticias, a ilusão de que tudo fosse um grande mal entendido e&amp;nbsp; a confirmação do pior, a sensação da impotência é cortante e o querer confortar instântaneamente o inconfortavel ...pensar em como esta minha linda e amada tia, primos é sentir faltar as forças, sentir congelar os musculos por segundos.&lt;br /&gt;Só Deus nesse momento de dor...&lt;br /&gt;E Ele foi tão sutil comigo, foi preparando meu coração, usou a musica p/ isso dias antes com esse tipo de mensagem o qual dias antes me fez refletir. Depois de tantas perdas de pessoas amadas em minha familia o espirito se abate e sou grata a Deus porque Ele sempre esta ali, necessito Dele em minha vida cada minuto, restaurar minhas forças e sarar minhas feridas é algo que só Ele pode fazer por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças é o que me resta e certamente entre as melhores e mais felizes esta as do meu tio Bau, que mesmo com pouquinha convivência sua presença foi marcante e jamais esquecida.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje meu coração sofre, chora pela perda mais acredito e tenho esperança que um dia não haverá mais dor e que vou encontrar todos aqueles que amo e que estão durmindo o sono dos justos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deusiene &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097118522452804295-6201594284146226741?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/6201594284146226741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=6201594284146226741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/6201594284146226741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/6201594284146226741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2011/02/voce-estava-ali.html' title='Voce estava ali...'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-2224736416513070761</id><published>2011-01-22T22:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T22:54:50.652-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ê saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TTuJeewD1OI/AAAAAAAABAA/dK50oRi_D3o/s1600/saudade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TTuJeewD1OI/AAAAAAAABAA/dK50oRi_D3o/s320/saudade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Saudade é um pouco como fome. Só passa quando se come a presença. Mas às vezes a saudade é tão profunda que a presença é pouco: quer-se absorver a outra pessoa toda. Essa vontade de um ser o outro para uma unificação inteira é um dos sentimentos mais urgentes que se tem na vida." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quando penso em você, fecho os olhos de saudade."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5097118522452804295-2224736416513070761?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/2224736416513070761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=2224736416513070761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/2224736416513070761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/2224736416513070761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-saudade.html' title='Ê saudade...'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TTuJeewD1OI/AAAAAAAABAA/dK50oRi_D3o/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-1026847083586292060</id><published>2011-01-07T13:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:27:05.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...o grito no silêncio do sentimento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;É apenas um desabafo covarde, eu diria melhor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; um grito no silêncio do sentimento&lt;/i&gt;... a Clarice Lispector é perfeita, resume em palavras o que levo minha vida toda p/ descrever e sempre sou vencida pela covardia e traída pelos meus sentimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Já escondi um AMOR com medo de perdê-lo, já perdi um AMOR por escondê-lo. &lt;br /&gt;Já segurei nas mãos de alguém por medo, já tive tanto medo, ao ponto de nem sentir minhas mãos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já expulsei pessoas que amava de minha vida, já me arrependi por isso. &lt;br /&gt;Já passei noites chorando até pegar no sono, já fui dormir tão feliz, ao ponto de nem conseguir fechar os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Já acreditei em amores perfeitos, já descobri que eles não existem.&lt;br /&gt;Já amei pessoas que me decepcionaram, já decepcionei pessoas que me amaram.&lt;br /&gt;Já passei horas na frente do espelho tentando descobrir quem sou, já tive tanta certeza de mim, ao ponto de querer sumir.&lt;br /&gt;Já menti e me arrependi depois, já falei a verdade e também me arrependi.&lt;br /&gt;Já fingi não dar importância às pessoas que amava, para mais tarde chorar quieta em meu canto.&lt;br /&gt;Já sorri chorando lágrimas de tristeza, já chorei de tanto rir.&lt;br /&gt;Já acreditei em pessoas que não valiam a pena, já deixei de acreditar nas que realmente valiam.&lt;br /&gt;Já tive crises de riso quando não podia.&lt;br /&gt;Já quebrei pratos, copos e vasos, de raiva.&lt;br /&gt;Já senti muita falta de alguém, mas nunca lhe disse.&lt;br /&gt;Já gritei quando deveria calar, já calei quando deveria gritar.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes deixei de falar o que penso para agradar uns, outras vezes falei o que não pensava para magoar outros.&lt;br /&gt;Já fingi ser o que não sou para agradar uns, já fingi ser o que não sou para desagradar outros.&lt;br /&gt;Já contei piadas e mais piadas sem graça, apenas para ver um amigo feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Já inventei histórias com final feliz para dar esperança a quem precisava.&lt;br /&gt;Já sonhei demais, ao ponto de confundir com a realidade... Já tive medo do escuro, hoje no escuro "me acho, me agacho, fico ali".&lt;br /&gt;Já cai inúmeras vezes achando que não iria me reerguer, já me reergui inúmeras vezes achando que não cairia mais.&lt;br /&gt;Já liguei para quem não queria apenas para não ligar para quem realmente queria.&lt;br /&gt;Já corri atrás de um carro, por ele levar embora, quem eu amava.&lt;br /&gt;Já chamei pela mamãe no meio da noite fugindo de um pesadelo. Mas ela não apareceu e foi um pesadelo maior ainda.&lt;br /&gt;Já chamei pessoas próximas de "amigo" e descobri que não eram... Algumas pessoas nunca precisei chamar de nada e sempre foram e serão especiais para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Não me dêem fórmulas certas, porque eu não espero acertar sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; Não me mostre o que esperam de mim, porque vou seguir meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; Não me façam ser o que não sou, não me convidem a ser igual, porque sinceramente sou diferente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; Não sei amar pela metade, não sei viver de mentiras, não sei voar com os pés no chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; Sou sempre eu mesma, mas com certeza não serei a mesma pra SEMPRE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; Gosto dos venenos mais lentos, das bebidas mais amargas, das drogas mais poderosas, das idéias mais insanas, dos pensamentos mais complexos, dos sentimentos mais fortes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; Tenho um apetite voraz e os delírios mais loucos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; Você pode até me empurrar de um penhasco q eu vou dizer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; - E daí? EU ADORO VOAR!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Clarice_Lispector/"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097118522452804295-1026847083586292060?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/1026847083586292060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=1026847083586292060&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/1026847083586292060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/1026847083586292060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-grito-no-silencio-do-sentimento.html' title='...o grito no silêncio do sentimento...'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-2455238047468336395</id><published>2011-01-06T11:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T11:35:40.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"... este ano quero paz no meu coração..." Feliz 2011!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TSXS85AVKSI/AAAAAAAAA_8/wdLcxF1OrZQ/s1600/2011+dog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TSXS85AVKSI/AAAAAAAAA_8/wdLcxF1OrZQ/s320/2011+dog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Marcas do Que se Foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/os-incriveis/" id="identificador_artista"&gt;Os Incríveis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Composição: Roberto Pera e Flecha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;small style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Este ano quero paz&lt;br /&gt;No meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser ter um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Que me dê a mão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;O tempo passa e com ele&lt;br /&gt;Caminhamos todos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Nossos passos pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;Vão ficar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Marcas do que se foi&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que vamos ter&lt;br /&gt;Como todo dia nasce&lt;br /&gt;Novo em cada amanhecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&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/5097118522452804295-2455238047468336395?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/2455238047468336395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=2455238047468336395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/2455238047468336395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/2455238047468336395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2011/01/este-ano-quero-paz-no-meu-coracao-feliz.html' title='&quot;... este ano quero paz no meu coração...&quot; Feliz 2011!!!'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TSXS85AVKSI/AAAAAAAAA_8/wdLcxF1OrZQ/s72-c/2011+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-9044612450000864684</id><published>2010-12-14T22:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T10:02:16.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem dia que é assim...</title><content type='html'>Tem dia que acordamos assim " estranhos"&amp;nbsp; sentindo-se cansados, tristes, melancolicos, desmotivados "sem motivo aparente".&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fui premiada com um dia assim...&lt;br /&gt;" ...acordei com dor de cabeça, parecia estar levando o mundo nas minhas costas (peso tremendo), ombros baixos, respiração lenta, atrasada p/ o trabalho e pouco estimulo p/ o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Tentei resumir o vocabulario, p/ evitar algum tipo de constrangimento...sinto que minha espressão nao era das mais amáveis, porém nao estava preocupada, tentei afundar-me na pilha de papel&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;e torcer p/ que o tempo passasse depressa.Com muita satisfação chega o entardecer e o alívio de retornar p/ casa ( ainda&lt;br /&gt;com&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a mesma dor de cabeça e peso nos ombros).&lt;br /&gt;Pouco depois ao chegar em casa sentei no&amp;nbsp;sofá e como é&amp;nbsp;de costume assisti o jornal nacional na companhia de mamãe (normalmente&amp;nbsp; conversamos paralelamente às noticias, ela trava uma disputa acirrada com Willian Bonner..rs)&amp;nbsp;dessa vez fiquei quieta&amp;nbsp;ela correspondeu com um silêncio observador e enigmático. Levantei, tomei banho, não jantei e fui direto p/ meu quarto, em seguida como um furacão,mamãe entra no meu quarto com um sorriso de quem vai cometer&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;alguma travessura se esparrama na minha cama e me&amp;nbsp;da colo sem falar absolutamente nada...oooooow tudo o que precisava!!!...quando dei por me as lágrimas ja denunciava-me, tentei disfaçar e delicadamente após alguns instantes ela retira-se silênciosamente, tirando-me&amp;nbsp; toda senssação estranha do inicio do dia e deixando um singelo alívio.&lt;br /&gt;Tal atitude me fez remeter ao passado, quando era criança, tudo era tão mais fácil,&amp;nbsp; eramos literalmente protegidos ..rsss..nada que o colo de mãe e um beijinho não resolvesse...rssss... as vezes esqueço que mesmo depois de adulta a criança de tempos atrás ainda esta cá dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Certamente sou uma pessoa afortunada... obrigada Deus!!! pelo presente de mãe que tenho."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deusiene Paiva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097118522452804295-9044612450000864684?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/9044612450000864684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=9044612450000864684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/9044612450000864684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/9044612450000864684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2010/12/tem-dia-que-e-assim.html' title='Tem dia que é assim...'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-7502569739719325089</id><published>2010-11-21T19:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:43:32.771-03:00</updated><title type='text'>REIVENTANDO...</title><content type='html'>Todos querem saber qual é a melhor maneira de reinventar-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, aqui vai uma dica do Tom Peters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para reinventar-se de verdade, leve um tombo na vida!&lt;br /&gt;Nada oxigena mais o cérebro do que errar, sentir a dor de falhar, analisar o erro e buscar um novo jeito de reinventar-se.&lt;br /&gt;Os momentos em que mais cresci foram aqueles em que fiz bobangens e procurei uma nova forma de fazer as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;E quanto a você? O que você faz quando erra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense nisso e aproveite para crescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deusiene Paiva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097118522452804295-7502569739719325089?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/7502569739719325089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=7502569739719325089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/7502569739719325089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/7502569739719325089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2010/11/reiventando.html' title='REIVENTANDO...'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-15597026931097129</id><published>2010-10-29T23:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:03:04.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde vende Chá de Semancol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falta paciência com pessoas que costumam rotular, definir (conforme sua vasta experiência psicologica de livros de auto-ajuda)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;sem conhecer previamente as pessoas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A forma discreta no qual&amp;nbsp;conduzo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;minha vida é a maneira mais educada de dizer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;" Cada Um No Seu Quadrado&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deusiene Paiva&lt;/em&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/5097118522452804295-15597026931097129?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/15597026931097129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=15597026931097129&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/15597026931097129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/15597026931097129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2010/10/cha-de-semancol-faz-bem.html' title='Onde vende Chá de Semancol...'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-1839330275472803732</id><published>2010-10-12T19:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:37:23.395-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comer, Rezar e Amar...THE BEST!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLTw0Slnr5I/AAAAAAAAA_0/iOQev_0ZXLQ/s1600/ComerRezarAmar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLTw0Slnr5I/AAAAAAAAA_0/iOQev_0ZXLQ/s1600/ComerRezarAmar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aproveitei o feriadão e curti o melhor do cineminha, coca-cola e a boa pipoca, devo acrescentar&amp;nbsp; que peguei&amp;nbsp;sessões lotadas a concorrência de Tropa de&amp;nbsp;Elite com&amp;nbsp;a monopolização dos filmes Espiritas é gritante, fugindo do óbvio eu e mais dois escudeiros (Adinho e Jeane)&amp;nbsp;fomos assistir o filme Comer,Rezar,Amar&amp;nbsp; -Elisabeth Gilbert, cujo o livro eu já tinha feito um comentário caloroso aqui no blog em Fevereiro de 2009, segue abaixo o comentario, e&amp;nbsp;tenho que confessar o filme foi ótimo,&amp;nbsp; fotografia, locação...adorei!!! the best!!!:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Postado em&amp;nbsp; 12/02/2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Li a pouco tempo esse livro e fiquei encantada, é envolvente, pessoal e emocionante, eu ameeeeeiiiiiiiii, vi muitas vezes as minhas próprias preocupações, fantasmas , desejos, sonhos, expostos nesse livro e uma pontinha de inveja com tantas viagens em busca do próprio eu, de Deus da paz interior e finalmente do verdadeiro amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre vários caminhos que a autora percorre no decorrer de sua aventura algo me chamou a atenção e fui tentada a faze-lo de voz alta, O QUE REALMENTE ME FAZ FELIZ HOJE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez para você seja uma pergunta boba, sem profundidade, porém para mim na atual circunstância tem muito significado e cada vez mais tento solucionar de voz alta, sem repressão as várias ?????? (interrogações) que me envolve."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O intrigante é que depois de tanto tempo, relembrar o que descreve o livro e assistir o filme é voltar no tempo, no tempo de um sentimento , no tempo de uma outra vida, no tempo&amp;nbsp;da vida que eu achava ser minha, pura ilusão... santa literatura que nos faz viver, viajar, sonhar, chorar...aprender que&amp;nbsp; as&amp;nbsp;mudanças são&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;necessarias e é preciso ter coragem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: ahh hoje eu sei o que me faz feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por hoje só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deusiene Paiva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097118522452804295-1839330275472803732?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/1839330275472803732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=1839330275472803732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/1839330275472803732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/1839330275472803732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2010/10/comer-rezar-e-amarthe-best.html' title='Comer, Rezar e Amar...THE BEST!!!'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLTw0Slnr5I/AAAAAAAAA_0/iOQev_0ZXLQ/s72-c/ComerRezarAmar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-2516173591826263379</id><published>2010-09-07T19:05:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:05:52.852-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Casamento de Aninha e Michel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLEK7FE0VWI/AAAAAAAAA_s/FT6gFVwkx1Q/s1600/ana3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526210227851253090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLEK7FE0VWI/AAAAAAAAA_s/FT6gFVwkx1Q/s200/ana3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLEK7MP86HI/AAAAAAAAA_k/3d_YH_l4Pec/s1600/ana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526210229777000562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLEK7MP86HI/AAAAAAAAA_k/3d_YH_l4Pec/s200/ana2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (...e o que Deus uniu o homem não separa...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLEK6_YHtNI/AAAAAAAAA_c/PQBXTginzp0/s1600/ana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526210226321601746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLEK6_YHtNI/AAAAAAAAA_c/PQBXTginzp0/s200/ana1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lindos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLEKgUgVleI/AAAAAAAAA_U/D7xOapKFya4/s1600/311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526209768136742370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLEKgUgVleI/AAAAAAAAA_U/D7xOapKFya4/s200/311.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLEBarS_-tI/AAAAAAAAA_E/yxsXUHuEoOI/s1600/301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526199775570950866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLEBarS_-tI/AAAAAAAAA_E/yxsXUHuEoOI/s200/301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esses meninos são uma benção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLEBaPD33tI/AAAAAAAAA-0/sJZ6FNyIR-k/s1600/OgAAACshxIjW2W5BGgZl9_YvrpxJjrhXTK0096qfS7Nlk3XaXMRT0Dt-paUHMjF2sj6wZnf0zoITpAGDP4Iq4wCm0vgAm1T1UCb8cE_DCcdbkjg0DYvgJp1N5J1-%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526199767991312082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLEBaPD33tI/AAAAAAAAA-0/sJZ6FNyIR-k/s200/OgAAACshxIjW2W5BGgZl9_YvrpxJjrhXTK0096qfS7Nlk3XaXMRT0Dt-paUHMjF2sj6wZnf0zoITpAGDP4Iq4wCm0vgAm1T1UCb8cE_DCcdbkjg0DYvgJp1N5J1-%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLEBaAHZU2I/AAAAAAAAA-s/cA2FzWyJZM4/s1600/310.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TKy_meZN-NI/AAAAAAAAA90/_f5T9y_t6zU/s1600/Binho-Ama-Tha0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;que dádiva do céu ter verdadeiros amigos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TKy_mNVdGcI/AAAAAAAAA9s/_EOgybbUs1g/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525001506012338626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TKy_mNVdGcI/AAAAAAAAA9s/_EOgybbUs1g/s200/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus sinceros votos de muuuuuitas felicidades queridos, depois de tantas barreiras o amor finalmente venceu e deixou o exemplo que para ser feliz e alcança-lo em sua plenitude, precisa ter coragem e perseverança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sejam felizes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus abençõe essa união!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMO VCS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deusiene Paiva&lt;/em&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/5097118522452804295-2516173591826263379?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/2516173591826263379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=2516173591826263379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/2516173591826263379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/2516173591826263379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2010/09/casamento-de-aninha-e-michel.html' title='Casamento de Aninha e Michel...'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TLEK7FE0VWI/AAAAAAAAA_s/FT6gFVwkx1Q/s72-c/ana3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-77275695315036502</id><published>2010-08-08T21:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:25:01.264-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero ++++++</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TKy-xoLYl-I/AAAAAAAAA9k/g7svE1-uWp8/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TKy-xoLYl-I/AAAAAAAAA9k/g7svE1-uWp8/s200/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525000602684790754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" class="fr"&gt;Liberdade é pouco. O que eu desejo ainda não tem nome.&lt;br /&gt;(Perto do Coração Selvagem)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Clarice_Lispector/" class="autor"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/5097118522452804295-77275695315036502?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/77275695315036502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=77275695315036502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/77275695315036502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/77275695315036502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-quero.html' title='Eu quero ++++++'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/TKy-xoLYl-I/AAAAAAAAA9k/g7svE1-uWp8/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-7774663193064494245</id><published>2010-06-21T21:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T20:55:42.679-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia dificil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Assim Caaminha a Humanidade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ainda vai levar um tempo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pra fechar o que feriu por dentro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É natural que seja assim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tanto pra você &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quanto pra mim...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ainda leva uma cara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pra gente poder da risada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assim caminha a humanidade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Com passos de formiga e sem vontade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não vou dizer que foi ruim &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Também não foi tão bom assim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não imagine que te quero mal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apenas não te quero mais.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lulu Santos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097118522452804295-7774663193064494245?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/7774663193064494245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=7774663193064494245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/7774663193064494245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/7774663193064494245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2010/06/dia-dificil.html' title='Dia dificil...'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-5123939240652869115</id><published>2010-05-04T22:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:08:55.735-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop!!!</title><content type='html'>Definitivamente estou cansada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...cansada de ser, estar, achar , pensar, sentir,  preciso de um tempo. Tempo pra mim , para minha vida, meus sonhos, desejos, problemas hurzzz....ooow como gostaria de da um tempo dos problemas e preocupações...ufaaaaaa...pazzzz por favor a essa alma cansada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...preocupação?  ultimamente até pra cama eu levo, nao consigo afasta-la de mim, liberdade mesmo é só nos meus sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preciso de fériasssss!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097118522452804295-5123939240652869115?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/5123939240652869115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=5123939240652869115&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/5123939240652869115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/5123939240652869115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2010/05/stop.html' title='Stop!!!'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-4514173771401920686</id><published>2010-04-07T18:29:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:28:11.551-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para que Gritar...</title><content type='html'>Um dia, um pensador indiano fez a seguinte pergunta a seus discípulos : "Por que as pessoas gritam quando estão aborrecidas ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gritamos porque perdemos a calma", disse um deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mas, por que gritar quando a outra pessoa está ao seu lado ?", questionou novamente o pensador. "Bem, gritamos porque desejamos que a outra pessoa nos ouça", retrucou outro discípulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o mestre volta a perguntar : "Então não é possível falar-lhe em voz baixa ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Várias outras respostas surgiram, mas nenhuma convenceu o pensador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então ele esclareceu : "Vocês sabem porque se grita com uma pessoa quando se está aborrecido ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fato é que, quando duas pessoas estão aborrecidas, seus corações se afastam muito. Para cobrir esta distância precisam gritar para poderem escutar-se mutuamente. Quanto mais aborrecidas estiverem, mais forte terão que gritar para ouvir um ao outro, através da grande distância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado, o que sucede quando duas pessoas estão enamoradas ? Elas não gritam. Falam suavemente. E por quê ? Porque seus corações estão muito perto. A distância entre elas é pequena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Às vezes estão tão próximos seus corações, que nem falam, somente sussurram. E quando o amor é mais intenso, não necessitam sequer sussurrar, apenas se olham, e basta. Seus corações se entendem.É isso que acontece quando duas pessoas que se amam estão próximas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, o pensador conclui, dizendo : "Quando vocês discutirem, não deixem que seus corações se afastem, não digam palavras que os distanciem mais, pois chegará um dia em que a distância será tanta que não mais encontrarão o caminho de volta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Mahatma Gandhi )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097118522452804295-4514173771401920686?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/4514173771401920686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=4514173771401920686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/4514173771401920686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/4514173771401920686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2010/04/para-que-gritar.html' title='Para que Gritar...'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-8088775506790851414</id><published>2010-04-05T21:08:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:37:36.699-03:00</updated><title type='text'>eu passarinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No instante do pensamento ao arrebatador lance de olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ao tom mais suave fora o sofejo do flutuar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;como brisa leve fresca o desejo de estar ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;como asas em sombra a postos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a espera volúpia de voar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Deusiene Paiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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passarinho...'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-7238786599133626465</id><published>2010-04-04T10:29:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:56:53.561-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A covardia do sentimento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t Know Why - Norah Jones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9944d15d55aca87b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://redirector.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9944d15d55aca87b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26cmo%3Dsensitive_content%253Dyes%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1340426399%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2122EABC0517277A717B2140FEE2E265BF572742.10C8BA53D05CFDB2E3C8334DC994B8970E4D6F9C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9944d15d55aca87b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjQO6dx1_cFPca53c1M89dnqg83c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="flvurl=http://redirector.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9944d15d55aca87b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26cmo%3Dsensitive_content%253Dyes%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1340426399%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2122EABC0517277A717B2140FEE2E265BF572742.10C8BA53D05CFDB2E3C8334DC994B8970E4D6F9C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9944d15d55aca87b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjQO6dx1_cFPca53c1M89dnqg83c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger" allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited 'till I saw the sun&lt;br /&gt;Eu esperei até o sol raiar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por quê eu não fui&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I left you by the house of fun&lt;br /&gt;Deixei você ali, onde você gosta de estar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why I didn't come (2x)&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por quê eu não fui (2x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I saw the break of day&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu vi o final do dia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wished that I could fly away&lt;br /&gt;Eu desejei poder sair voando&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instead of kneeling in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Em vez de ficar ajoelhada na areia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Catching teardrops in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Catando as lágrimas com a mão&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart is drenched in wine&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração está encharcado de vinho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You'll be on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Mas você vai estar além da minha mente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;Pra sempre&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Out across the endless sea&lt;br /&gt;Lá longe, no meio do mar sem fim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would die in ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Eu morreria em êxtase&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'll be a bag of bones&lt;br /&gt;Mas em vez disso, virarei pele e osso&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Driving down the road alone&lt;br /&gt;Dirigindo pela estrada sozinha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heart is drenched in wine&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração está encharcado de vinho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But You'll be on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Mas você vai estar além da minha mente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;Pra sempre&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something has to make you run&lt;br /&gt;Deve ter algo que te afugente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por quê eu não fui&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel as empty as a drum&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto-me vazia como um tambor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why I didn't come (3x)&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por quê eu não fui (3x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097118522452804295-7238786599133626465?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/7238786599133626465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=7238786599133626465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/7238786599133626465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/7238786599133626465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2010/04/covardia-do-sentimento.html' title='A covardia do sentimento...'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-4900922087139515864</id><published>2010-04-02T00:53:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:15:35.331-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As surpresas do acaso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/S7fDlQdLo9I/AAAAAAAAA9I/du36PApZe2A/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456044518422586322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/S7fDlQdLo9I/AAAAAAAAA9I/du36PApZe2A/s200/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Pôr-do-sol no jacaré)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/S7fDkzq5oTI/AAAAAAAAA9A/lwwJj4Rw0uw/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456044510695498034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/S7fDkzq5oTI/AAAAAAAAA9A/lwwJj4Rw0uw/s200/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (ao som do bolero de Havell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/S7fDjCgNVMI/AAAAAAAAA84/GAysGMdkzDc/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456044480317445314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/S7fDjCgNVMI/AAAAAAAAA84/GAysGMdkzDc/s200/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Igreja de São Francisco- João Pessoa-PB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/S7fDivpRlbI/AAAAAAAAA8w/NeWlGm1Kvr4/s1600/51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456044475255199154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/S7fDivpRlbI/AAAAAAAAA8w/NeWlGm1Kvr4/s200/51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Farol do Cabo Branco...no detalhe de Fabiano ...rssss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/S7fDhfvEjfI/AAAAAAAAA8o/1eUcMTZiUOA/s1600/48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456044453804674546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/S7fDhfvEjfI/AAAAAAAAA8o/1eUcMTZiUOA/s200/48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida pode proporcionar inesperadas alegrias sejam elas por puro acaso ou coicidências, não importa, o que realmente vale é a sinceridade do momento e a intensidade vivida, seja em relações amorosas, com a familia ou em verdadeiras amizades. Existem momento inesquecieís e pessoas + que especiais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;registro: 26/02/2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deusiene Paiva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5097118522452804295-4900922087139515864?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/4900922087139515864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=4900922087139515864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/4900922087139515864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/4900922087139515864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-surpresas-do-acaso.html' title='As surpresas do acaso...'/><author><name>Deusiene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776870550971178644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsS-dKQOJQ/T7uzbdKES5I/AAAAAAAABBM/mMsI95qaK_4/s220/DSC04010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_up1-b9LtjOU/S7fDlQdLo9I/AAAAAAAAA9I/du36PApZe2A/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097118522452804295.post-1186651932411685725</id><published>2010-03-16T16:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:59:02.139-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças guardadas no fundo do coração...</title><content type='html'>Bom esse blog em sua totalidade expressa amor, ora, se não fosse a perca de um agrande amor toda essa historia dificilmente teria comessado, mas excepcionalmente venho aqui declarar um grande amor de uma subrinha por uma tia e avó extremamente queridas as quais estão durmindo o sono dos justos desde 21/08/2010 e 16/12/2010.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda é tão duído entrar em suas respectivas casas, ver cada detalhe e não ter suas presenças,  alegria, chega a ser cortante, não ter mais o abraço acolhedor e sincero, os paparicos que só elas duas sabiam fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Fica o grande exemplo de duas mulheres batalhadoras, fortes ,intensas. Lembro do quão era sonoro e suculento escutar suas risadas em meio as bobagens que falava só para diverti-las.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tão lindas...voces estão no meu coração e certamente o melhor de mim tem um pouquinho de voces duas tia Ivete e vovó Maria.&lt;br /&gt;Amo vcs!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097118522452804295-1186651932411685725?l=deusiene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deusiene.blogspot.com/feeds/1186651932411685725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097118522452804295&amp;postID=1186651932411685725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097118522452804295/posts/default/1186651932411685725'/><link rel='self' 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