<?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-8143537135411625862</id><updated>2012-01-18T21:57:27.891-02:00</updated><category term='oficinas culturais do estado secretaria de cultura do estado joão sayad alberto goldman andréa matarazzo'/><title type='text'>Paralelado</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-3270053730202568376</id><published>2012-01-18T18:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:57:27.895-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu te conheço, você não se conhece!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-huJxHiYmulE/TxdZNWEGzyI/AAAAAAAAASY/pOv03Hh7Bfw/s1600/Love%2Bthe%2Blife.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-huJxHiYmulE/TxdZNWEGzyI/AAAAAAAAASY/pOv03Hh7Bfw/s400/Love%2Bthe%2Blife.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699121939256626978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eu sempre desisto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Descarada e cheia de razão,  não faço a mínima questão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;em insistir no que me dói, no que me desafia...quero mais é que se F-O-D-A!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;E viro a cara, faço bico, faço birra...Fico em casa só de pirraça ou de preguiça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mando tomar no cú o que não me for facilitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pobre Eu! Mal sei de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eis que a vida me desarma como nunca confiei que ela fosse capaz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;A pelica da luva é tão delicada que me sinto acarinhada, mas na verdade fui esbofeteada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Parece que eu perdi a força e ela acreditou em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;A verdade é que eu fugi de mim ela me pôs de volta na força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Então a vida ri do meu esforço em achar que essa birra sou eu decidindo meu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Porque a gente sabe que isso é só medinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;E antes mesmo de eu poder pegar fôlego pra proferir o N do não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lá está ela me rumando pra onde eu quero estar, mas tenho receio de não aguentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Assim a vida segue meu caminho, tendo só uma frase pra me dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eu te conheço, você não se conhece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-3270053730202568376?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/3270053730202568376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=3270053730202568376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/3270053730202568376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/3270053730202568376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-te-conheco-voce-nao-se-conhece.html' title='Eu te conheço, você não se conhece!'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-huJxHiYmulE/TxdZNWEGzyI/AAAAAAAAASY/pOv03Hh7Bfw/s72-c/Love%2Bthe%2Blife.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-5941449976857343730</id><published>2011-10-29T15:43:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:24:15.018-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nessa vida, a única saída é estradar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bnVUOa22VyM/TvdK6cbDqSI/AAAAAAAAARU/TUYW8U3ldNc/s1600/Kagaya_art_Celestial_Exploring_BLESSING1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690099022128458018" style="DISPLAY: block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uJeLt-KEsM4/TnvVD35m8GI/AAAAAAAAAQY/is-PTLbYUo4/s400/B%25C3%25BAssola%2BFelicidade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655348019615690850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Eu nem preciso ter escrito de tão meu que é!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;A quem chama minha coragem de descuido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;minha felicidade de irrealidade, minha fé de irresponsabilidade, minha positividade de inocência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;''Tentaram me fazer acreditar que o amor não existe e que sonhos estão fora de moda. Cavaram um buraco bem fundo e tentaram enterrar todos os meus desejos, um a um, como fizeram com os deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Mas como menina-teimosa que sou (Áries, ascendente em Virgem, Lua em Touro) insisto em desentortar caminhos. Em construir castelos sem pensar nos ventos. Em buscar verdades enquanto elas tentam fugir de mim. A manter meu buquê de sorrisos no rosto, sem perder a vontade de antes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Porque aprendi, que A VIDA, APESAR DE BRUTA, É MEIO MÁGICA. Dá sempre pra tirar um coelho da cartola.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;E lá vou eu nas minhas tentativas, ás vezes meio cegas, às vezes meio burras, tentar acertar os passos. Sem me preocupar se a próxima etapa será o tombo ou o voo. Eu sei que vou. Insisto na caminhada. O que não dá é pra ficar parado. Se amanhã o que eu sonhei não for bem aquilo, eu tiro um arco-íris da cartola. E refaço. Colo. Pinto e bordo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;PORQUE A FORÇA DE DENTRO É MAIOR. MAIOR QUE TODO MAL QUE EXISTE NO MUNDO (do qual tanto tentam me/se proteger). Maior que todos os ventos contrários. É maior porque é do bem. E nisso, sim, acredito até o fim. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;O DESTINO DA FELICIDADE,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ME FOI TRAÇADO NO BERÇO''.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-2536253310043487392?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/2536253310043487392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=2536253310043487392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/2536253310043487392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/2536253310043487392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-destino-da-felicidade-me-foi-tracado.html' title='O DESTINO DA FELICIDADE,  ME FOI TRAÇADO NO BERÇO.'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uJeLt-KEsM4/TnvVD35m8GI/AAAAAAAAAQY/is-PTLbYUo4/s72-c/B%25C3%25BAssola%2BFelicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-8836726074493800083</id><published>2011-08-31T21:58:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T22:32:44.637-03:00</updated><title type='text'>B-enjamin B-utton B-orboleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Hnap3G46lg/Tl7e1m5gB2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/LjLg7e__Epo/s1600/A%2Bsombra%2Bdo%2Bpassado.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Hnap3G46lg/Tl7e1m5gB2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/LjLg7e__Epo/s400/A%2Bsombra%2Bdo%2Bpassado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647195995325335394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que depois de aprender a borboletear tão bem tenho que voltar a ser lagarta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tinha asas e era feliz, mas me vejo cruzando um destino que me obriga a enraizar pés que não lembro mais como usar, na terra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NÃO QUERO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horas penso que sou livre e só tenho que escolher por onde voar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horas penso que o vento sopra e por mais que eu lute, tem algum lugar que ele me obriga a chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironicamente lembro-me de "O Curioso Caso de Benjamin Button":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Você pode ficar revoltado com o destino, pode praguejar, pode xingar os deuses, mas quando chega a hora, você tem que aceitar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E muito depois percebo a coincidência - Eu e Benjamin vivendo um destino contrário... sofrendo por querer contrariar o destino!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-8836726074493800083?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/8836726074493800083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=8836726074493800083' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/8836726074493800083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/8836726074493800083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2011/08/b-enjamin-b-utton-b-orboleta.html' title='B-enjamin B-utton B-orboleta'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Hnap3G46lg/Tl7e1m5gB2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/LjLg7e__Epo/s72-c/A%2Bsombra%2Bdo%2Bpassado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-6213509993504023987</id><published>2011-08-13T09:23:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T10:09:54.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oposto? Que nada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sZE7YNV_H0/TkZ3abID3gI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-qbQnRatWEQ/s1600/reta%2Bnumerica.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sZE7YNV_H0/TkZ3abID3gI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-qbQnRatWEQ/s400/reta%2Bnumerica.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640326879169994242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mesmo valor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mesmo número de letras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ocupando o mesmo-distinto lugar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em opostos diferenciados por um-nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que bela a contradição do mundo: toda e nenhuma!&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/8143537135411625862-6213509993504023987?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/6213509993504023987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=6213509993504023987' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/6213509993504023987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/6213509993504023987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2011/08/oposto-que-nada.html' title='Oposto? Que nada!'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sZE7YNV_H0/TkZ3abID3gI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-qbQnRatWEQ/s72-c/reta%2Bnumerica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-5897584528841660601</id><published>2011-07-14T11:44:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T16:53:04.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouroborus - o voo rastejante ao infinito de mim mesma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2um662zMfQ/TjBrsqRMtMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MuU8Bc289I0/s1600/Auryn%2B-%2BOuroboros.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2um662zMfQ/TjBrsqRMtMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MuU8Bc289I0/s200/Auryn%2B-%2BOuroboros.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634121548845331650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Com dor me dispeço desse encontro tão bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Condor (pássaro) vou ao encontro de mim mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Representando todos os papéis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;De quem poderia receber visita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Meu destino é Ourobórus...desculpa ter que esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Desculpa não poder amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Nascemos sós, morreremos sós"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E eu vou seguindo o caminho encantador dessa única trilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Para casa da estradinha bonita e sozinha no meio do mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eu não queria ter que passar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;AMar, amar, amAR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Vou comigo. To no final da linha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lembre-se que a alma é sempre a gêmea que a gente procura encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas somos únicos, o que me implica ter que me procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Desamar, Desalmar,  cal(a)mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me AMAR...&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/8143537135411625862-5897584528841660601?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/5897584528841660601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=5897584528841660601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/5897584528841660601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/5897584528841660601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2011/07/ouroborus-o-voo-rastejante-ao-infinito.html' title='Ouroborus - o voo rastejante ao infinito de mim mesma'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2um662zMfQ/TjBrsqRMtMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MuU8Bc289I0/s72-c/Auryn%2B-%2BOuroboros.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-2694167609750262324</id><published>2011-04-15T12:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T01:08:38.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Isso também passará...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feliz com a vida, feliz da vida, feliz na vida! Tenho tudo que preciso e falta tão pouco do que necessito.... O amor já vem e a dor também... Mestres, livros e borboletas estarão sempre me amparado como estiveram até agora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ás vezes é difícil, mas apesar do medo não me assusta mais , ou será que apesar do susto não me amedronta mais? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No fundo é só a vida. Ora puxando a orelha pra que se faça mais bem feito, ora estuchando sorrisos pra que faça sentido. Um passo pra trás e olhar holístico: Tá perfeito, mesmo quando esquisito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♫ Life? Life is all right on the Rhine ♫&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRJ5rv34rEE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRJ5rv34rEE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-2694167609750262324?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/2694167609750262324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=2694167609750262324' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/2694167609750262324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/2694167609750262324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2011/04/isso-tambem-passara.html' title='Isso também passará...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-2309940388118085821</id><published>2010-12-10T10:19:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:50:59.345-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Alcance da Sombra (ou de qualquer lado oculto)</title><content type='html'>Era sem a menor noção. Pela primeira vez a ciência não estava ali: atormentando a vaidade ou padronizando a ação.&lt;br /&gt;As tripas expostas, o erro com a força de bichos recém desenjaulados...&lt;br /&gt;Que vergonha alheia! Mas só alheia...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim o alcance daquilo que nunca se permitiria ser...&lt;br /&gt;Todas as reverências e agradecimentos à tão rico momento, que assim sempre seja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mirela Lima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-2309940388118085821?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/2309940388118085821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=2309940388118085821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/2309940388118085821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/2309940388118085821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-alcance-da-sombra-ou-de-qualquer-lado.html' title='O Alcance da Sombra (ou de qualquer lado oculto)'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-1213221889091561008</id><published>2010-10-24T22:08:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:28:53.427-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amadora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/TMTOtd3pfpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y3EMhjotLnU/s1600/Clarice+Lisp%C3%A9ctor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531773522825281170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/TMTOtd3pfpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y3EMhjotLnU/s200/Clarice+Lisp%C3%A9ctor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Eu não sou uma profissional: escrevo quando eu quero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu sou uma amadora e faço questão de continuar sendo uma amadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Profissional é aquele que tem uma obrigação consigo mesmo de escrever, ou então com o outro, em relação ao outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Agora eu, faço questão de não ser uma profissional...pra manter minha liberdade!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarice Lispéctor -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em sua ultima entrevista dada ao jornalista Junio Lerner para o programa Panorama em 1977.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-1213221889091561008?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/1213221889091561008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=1213221889091561008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/1213221889091561008'/><link rel='self' 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passa, pulsa e passa, pulsa e passa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Decidi que serei coração, que com nada fica e nada desperdiça: nem lição nem dor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A dor pulsa e passa...espalha pelo corpo e volta como liçao que não se disperdiça,vira força de fluxo que faz caminhar a vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mirela Lima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-6443236187855394030?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/6443236187855394030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-2728913482857645418</id><published>2010-09-23T22:40:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T13:34:12.111-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeus de Cronos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ofereci verdade, refletiu omisso e agrssivo.&lt;br /&gt;Se é isso, sem traí-los, cuspo eu também três vezes na cara de Cristo.&lt;br /&gt;Vou sozinha construir meu próprio paraíso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mirela Lima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-2728913482857645418?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/2728913482857645418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=2728913482857645418' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/2728913482857645418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/2728913482857645418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2010/09/zeus-de-cronos.html' title='Zeus de Cronos'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-862428199225583563</id><published>2010-06-28T20:23:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:01:49.353-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oficinas culturais do estado secretaria de cultura do estado joão sayad alberto goldman andréa matarazzo'/><title type='text'>NÃO AO FECHAMENTO DAS OFICINAS CULTURAIS DO ESTADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pessoal esse email está rolando na net!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se alguém cruzar com essa postagem no google,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;por favor encaminhe o texto abaixo para todos os seus contatos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a fim de impidir essa barbaridade! Não é boato...posso garantir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mirela Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NÃO AO FECHAMENTO DAS OFICINAS CULTURAIS DO ESTADO:&lt;br /&gt;Vamos mostrar que podemos não ter visibilidade mas temos força!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos transmitindo esse email para que você possa se manifestar, você que foi aluno, frequentador, professor, coordenador ou simplesmente é um admirador e cúmplice da Formação Cultural em nosso Estado!&lt;br /&gt;Aguardamos o posicionamento da Secretaria de Cultura do Estado, mas o que nos chega, através da própria diretoria da ASSAOC, a O.S. responsável pela administração das Oficinas Culturais do Estado, é que as OFICINAS CULTURAIS DO ESTADO, fecharão as portas dia 01 de agosto de 2010. Este mês de julho seus funcionários já estarão trabalhando sob aviso prévio.&lt;br /&gt;Para que melhor vocês entendam, as 22 OFICINAS CULTURAIS - sendo 06 na capital (04 na Zona Leste, 01 extremo da Zona Oeste e 02 no centro expandido), 15 no interior do Estado com 645 municípios e os Projetos Especiais e da Terceira Idade - e que prestam serviço a 25 anos à comunidade paulista, saem de circulação de um momento para o outro conforme solicitação do Exmo Sr. João Sayad, argumentando a falta de visibilidade do projeto até então.&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo números importantes para que avaliem o dano que esse abrupto encerramento de atividades irá causar, inclusive o cancelamento total de todas as programações já anteriormente acordadas para o próximo semestre:&lt;br /&gt;1. Empregos diretos...............................................................280&lt;br /&gt;2. Empregos terceirizados.......................................................126&lt;br /&gt;3. Empregos indiretos (arte-educadores).................................2.100 ano&lt;br /&gt;4. Público frequentador de atividades de formação..................66.000 ano&lt;br /&gt;5. Atendimento à comunidade (Eventos diversos, como&lt;br /&gt;festivais, mostras, encontros de entidades, espetáculos&lt;br /&gt;exposições,festas comemorativas dos bairros e cidades,&lt;br /&gt;campanhas solidárias etc.).................................................88.000 ano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL..............156 506 cidadãos sem atendimento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AÇÃO PROPOSTA:Vamos fazer com que chegue ao governador Alberto Goldman - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:governador@sp.gov.br"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;governador@sp.gov.br&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - e ao secretário de cultura Andréa Matarazzo (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:secretario@cultura.sp.gov.br"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;secretario@cultura.sp.gov.br&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) emails em repúdio a essa atitude! PONHAM COMO ASSUNTO: NÃO AO FECHAMENTO DAS OFICINAS CULTURAIS DO ESTADO - PODEM NÃO TER VISIBILIDADE, MAS TEM O APOIO DA SOCIEDADE!&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, assinem o email e escrevam do lado a profissão e sua relação com as Oficinas e Projetos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-862428199225583563?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/862428199225583563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=862428199225583563' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/862428199225583563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/862428199225583563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-ao-fechamento-das-oficinas.html' title='NÃO AO FECHAMENTO DAS OFICINAS CULTURAIS DO ESTADO'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-2936324192977747373</id><published>2010-06-25T01:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T01:13:17.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o amor pra mim...que sóbre amor pra mim!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Quem disse que pro amor&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ter ABC&lt;br /&gt;Amor nasce com a gente&lt;br /&gt;Centelha no coração&lt;br /&gt;Sempre ao alcance da mão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Canção da Ceumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada empírico do amar...ha! ha! ha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu vi nas canções o amor pintado feito arte&lt;br /&gt;Num quadro de beleza escumunal&lt;br /&gt;Colocado num pedestal,&lt;br /&gt;Cumprindo o posto de, na vida, o mais importante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu li nas canções o amor como rima rara&lt;br /&gt;Cantado, chorado e sentido&lt;br /&gt;De contrandição sem igual,&lt;br /&gt;Tanto feliz, quanto triste e iludido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ouvi nas canções o amor como flores musicadas&lt;br /&gt;Um céu descido para as casas&lt;br /&gt;Melodias iluminadas&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo os amantes criarem asas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivi das canções de amor&lt;br /&gt;menos que qualquer um viveu um dia&lt;br /&gt;Um romance e outro caso estranho&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nem os consideraria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal eu não quis o amor&lt;br /&gt;nem bonito nem esquisito&lt;br /&gt;E só aceito agora o amor&lt;br /&gt;Meio "quieto" e não descrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu empírico do amar&lt;br /&gt;De fato não é muito rico&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que aprendo na canção&lt;br /&gt;Sei que é muito mais bonito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KoclqpnWGZk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KoclqpnWGZk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-2936324192977747373?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/2936324192977747373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=2936324192977747373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/2936324192977747373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/2936324192977747373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2010/06/sobre-o-amor-pra-mimque-sobre-amor-pra.html' title='Sobre o amor pra mim...que sóbre amor pra mim!!!'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-6297160245195787536</id><published>2010-06-23T00:54:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:53:23.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos de Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/TCGTx-g_K2I/AAAAAAAAALY/3djR6nAsSWU/s1600/gestante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485828307918203746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/TCGTx-g_K2I/AAAAAAAAALY/3djR6nAsSWU/s200/gestante.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marília é flor! Sei bem que mais parece nome de cidade, estado ou ruazinha do interior, mas se vissem a carinha de desenho que ela tem, de certo diriam: Marília É flor!&lt;br /&gt;Um dia flagrei seu dicionário! Estava lá o significente-correspondado do seu nome: eram todas as cores e discores do arcoadradro-menina-íres-dos-olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Foi aí que eu tive certeza: ela havia saltado de um desenho! Ou fui eu que quis entrar nesse mundo?&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que o mundo da Marília fica na parede da sala casa dela! É uma sobreparede metálica onde ela gruda chiclete-contra-metálico pra indicar o lugar do mundo que ela vai passar. E pasmem: disney não é o lugar! Ela é moça original e alternativa...o primeiro lugar da lista é Suíça!&lt;br /&gt;Um dia me contou ter um amor. Enquanto ela apresentava o tal rapaz, tatuado numa folha especial do livro, o sorriso florescia mais e mais. Nesse momento senti que a inevitável defloração da menina estava perto. Será que o movimento escoteiro havia mesmo ensinado a ela estar preparada?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Marília nem tem filhos, mas eles já rabiscam nas paredes da casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Coisas de mãe! - pensa a mulher. Passa um pano na guache que desenhava o rosto florido, dá boa noite a Marília e enfim, parto....&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/8143537135411625862-6297160245195787536?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/6297160245195787536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=6297160245195787536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/6297160245195787536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/6297160245195787536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2010/06/contos-de-mama.html' title='Contos de Mama'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/TCGTx-g_K2I/AAAAAAAAALY/3djR6nAsSWU/s72-c/gestante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-7318397397578891698</id><published>2010-05-14T17:16:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:21:54.204-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa que o vento reVELA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/TCQgpzdYz9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/85R4zWHubsE/s1600/barco_a_vela3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486546148604301266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/TCQgpzdYz9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/85R4zWHubsE/s200/barco_a_vela3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De repente parece divertido soprar a vela de um barco e se deixar navegar...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no escuro!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ceteza que haverá terra pra avistar ou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que se não avistar terra é porque não haVERIA mesmo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirela Lima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-7318397397578891698?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/7318397397578891698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=7318397397578891698' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/7318397397578891698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/7318397397578891698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2010/05/deixa-que-o-vento-revela.html' title='Deixa que o vento reVELA...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/TCQgpzdYz9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/85R4zWHubsE/s72-c/barco_a_vela3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-4530823356650745995</id><published>2010-02-11T01:04:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:49:19.189-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal sem dimensão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/S3N0qD3rcDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bzkRXAniXaY/s1600-h/lixao3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/S3N2pdEXiqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rhv7YBrf2rI/s1600-h/lixao3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436819629715983010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/S3N2pdEXiqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rhv7YBrf2rI/s200/lixao3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar dos nossos pecados Jesus deveria ter carregado nossas dores, nossa precisão de dor pra aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assisto seres humanos magoando outros e a corda arrebentando sempre do lado dos mais fracos. Não há Milagre!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sábio era Marquis de Sade , que já dizia que a justiça se apagou do coração dos homens, e os justos seriam condenados a eterno sofrimento na mão dos detentores de poder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas no lugar de representar Justine, que morre crente e penalizada, talvez eu lhe deseje Medéia, que se junta aos injustos e mata seus filhos: cruel com a pobre alma dos pequenos, mas justo com sua dor de mulher traída.A bondade é para as outras dimensões, vejo que a terra merece o pior de nós.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mirela Lima&lt;/em&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/8143537135411625862-4530823356650745995?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/4530823356650745995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=4530823356650745995' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/4530823356650745995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/4530823356650745995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2010/02/mal-sem-dimensao.html' title='Mal sem dimensão'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/S3N2pdEXiqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rhv7YBrf2rI/s72-c/lixao3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-2066735041783245406</id><published>2009-12-22T09:48:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:50:05.699-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que seja...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que seja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Em tristece vi: não convém ser o melhor de nós mesmos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mirela Lima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-2066735041783245406?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/2066735041783245406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=2066735041783245406' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/2066735041783245406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/2066735041783245406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/12/que-seja.html' title='Que seja...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-4913553894385951575</id><published>2009-09-24T14:19:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:52:40.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Morte e Vida, severa vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Sw8wmn9jlFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sPc4djH1-Mc/s1600/ninfa_preto_e_branco.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Sw8wmn9jlFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sPc4djH1-Mc/s1600/ninfa_preto_e_branco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408595117615584338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Sw8wmn9jlFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sPc4djH1-Mc/s400/ninfa_preto_e_branco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Ser tão" inspira&lt;br /&gt;"Querer tanto" sustenta&lt;br /&gt;"Ter que" mata! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Já foi bom voar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Encontrar com a liberdade, ter tempo de encantos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;É... já foi bom voar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu queria tanto flutuar... Sentia que era ser tão verdadeira, mas tive que aterrar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Foi que eu perdi a força e nao tem mais em quê apoiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perdi o sentido, virei ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Despencar é de desesperar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E aqui estou onde deveria estar: Caída!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Finalmente em terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirela Lima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-4913553894385951575?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/4913553894385951575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=4913553894385951575' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/4913553894385951575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/4913553894385951575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/09/morte-e-vida-severa-vida.html' title='Morte e Vida, severa vida!'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Sw8wmn9jlFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sPc4djH1-Mc/s72-c/ninfa_preto_e_branco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-602947827992275721</id><published>2009-09-08T21:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:24:04.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brincadeira antiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Faz um tempo, apresentei num teatro quase assim tudo assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Brincadeira antiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SqbyzEnewyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FO1sKtsA3E4/s1600-h/abra_portas_menor.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 169px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379253764167222050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SqbyzEnewyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FO1sKtsA3E4/s400/abra_portas_menor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Era um teatro muito engraçado, não tinha espelho, não tinha palco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Ninguém podia ir pro camarim, porque a comida tava no fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Ninguém podia falar bem alto, porque a acústica ia pro saco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Ninguém queria apresentar, porque o público não tava lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Mas era feita com muito esmero, na rua da merda numero zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirela Lima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-602947827992275721?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/602947827992275721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=602947827992275721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/602947827992275721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/602947827992275721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/09/licenca.html' title='Brincadeira antiga'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SqbyzEnewyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FO1sKtsA3E4/s72-c/abra_portas_menor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-5529117179561278723</id><published>2009-08-31T18:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:56:20.122-03:00</updated><title type='text'>(Essa) Transitoriedade de estados...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia as dificuldades indicam palhaço chegando e no outro indicam que não vale mais a pena tentar sê-lo. Mas as minhas maiores paixões vivem disso...A borboleta uma hora é lagarta, a fenix uma hora se (des)faz cinzas. Pois eu também vivo isso, essa transitoriedade de estados:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389963784457486626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Ssz_gTTPASI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cmHgmuyrhIY/s320/spiral.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me falta um pedaço!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quis um dia ser Palhaço pra estar do meu outro lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quis achar o meu oposto com a ilusão de complitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mas nessa linguagem descobri que sou pedaço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E com a parte de mim que tenho, nunca chegarei a ser palhaço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mirela Lima&lt;/em&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/8143537135411625862-5529117179561278723?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/5529117179561278723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=5529117179561278723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/5529117179561278723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/5529117179561278723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/08/essa-transitoriedade-de-estados.html' title='(Essa) Transitoriedade de estados...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Ssz_gTTPASI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cmHgmuyrhIY/s72-c/spiral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-7900737315821558817</id><published>2009-08-20T17:26:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:52:06.387-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluindo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SphxoXJMekI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PZXRGxeD8mU/s1600-h/MULHER~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375171093487974978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SphxoXJMekI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PZXRGxeD8mU/s400/MULHER~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Cada vez mais a ideia de loucura me acalma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;A vida flui... e tudo que eu tenho que fazer é boiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Se os caminhos estão se tornando mais difíceis é palhaço chegando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Que venham os monstros mais horriveis pra mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Ate que um dia eu entenda que eles são do tamanho que eu escolho vê-los!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirela Lima&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/8143537135411625862-7900737315821558817?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/7900737315821558817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=7900737315821558817' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/7900737315821558817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/7900737315821558817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/08/fluindo.html' title='Fluindo...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SphxoXJMekI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PZXRGxeD8mU/s72-c/MULHER~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-395616331533097659</id><published>2009-08-11T17:26:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:12:55.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Na chuva, na fazenda, na caverna de umbaiê...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Queria estar de pernas pro ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Ss97i3eDYMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0RoRri1pY6M/s1600-h/There_are_days_by_vampire_zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390663117921542338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Ss97i3eDYMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0RoRri1pY6M/s400/There_are_days_by_vampire_zombie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Algun instrumento por favor chore minha dor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eu quero choro-cantar bem alto na janela e jogar bem longe o som que irá com o vento pra um lugar que eu nunca mais vou achar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eu qurero dançar de olhos fechados e girar tão rápido que pareça estar voando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eu quero cair no chão de terra com a barriga pra cima e os olhos na lua. E peço pra que não haja nada a minha volta, apenas eu e todo mundo olhando pra mesma lua. Seremos um mundo em conexão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eu quero durmir e poder entrar na terra de umbaiê, na caverna de zaratustra, na loucura de quincas borba, no amor de Adèle H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eu quero uma flauta que chore por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mirela Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-395616331533097659?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/395616331533097659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=395616331533097659' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/395616331533097659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/395616331533097659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/08/na-chuva-na-fazenda-na-caverna-de.html' title='Na chuva, na fazenda, na caverna de umbaiê...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Ss97i3eDYMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0RoRri1pY6M/s72-c/There_are_days_by_vampire_zombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-1170702032944010197</id><published>2009-07-08T19:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:35:48.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de um Sofrer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Ss90QBxlvmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2foFPVy3_R0/s1600-h/escrev.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390655097688931938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Ss90QBxlvmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2foFPVy3_R0/s320/escrev.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Ss9y7B-yyrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xpnVWId3Z2U/s1600-h/escrev.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Eis o transforMAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Com a compreenção que se pode ter do mundo, não dá pra maldizer o sofrimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Embora a condição humana diga que, querer livrar-se da dor, é inevitável. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mas dessa vez, me esforço pra agradecê-la! Só pela possibilidade do fim de um sofrer eu vou sorrir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que a respiração segure as lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que a leveza da dança distraia o pesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que o passar do mundo faça o tempo girar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Assim, aquilo que seria expressão de desgosto vai virar canto de poesia, cantinho de aconchego, morte desaguando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirela Lima&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/8143537135411625862-1170702032944010197?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/1170702032944010197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=1170702032944010197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/1170702032944010197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/1170702032944010197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/07/fim-de-um-sofrer.html' title='Fim de um Sofrer'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Ss90QBxlvmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2foFPVy3_R0/s72-c/escrev.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-9141597895827293718</id><published>2009-05-21T14:47:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:08:58.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Serei a do Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/ShWYdTwaRLI/AAAAAAAAAII/hwkfVooNKPk/s1600-h/Em+Mongagu%C3%A1+(74).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338340562604541106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/ShWYdTwaRLI/AAAAAAAAAII/hwkfVooNKPk/s400/Em+Mongagu%C3%A1+(74).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Serei a do Mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/ShWYGM_36cI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qxu1MuY0e1I/s1600-h/Em+Mongagu%C3%A1+(74).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quando eu morrer me entregue ao mar. Assim, quando não houver mais distinção entre minha carne e suas águas, serei a dança das ondas, sereia do canto do mar, serei a larga e profunda imensidão que só ele pode desaguar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mirela Lima&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/8143537135411625862-9141597895827293718?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/9141597895827293718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=9141597895827293718' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/9141597895827293718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/9141597895827293718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/05/serei-do-mar.html' title='Serei a do Mar'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/ShWYdTwaRLI/AAAAAAAAAII/hwkfVooNKPk/s72-c/Em+Mongagu%C3%A1+(74).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-5608764431494667601</id><published>2009-03-30T13:42:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:18:13.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma Latente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Sgi_lSKCMVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7IeR6CUhq0g/s1600-h/Acordar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334724405870342482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Sgi_lSKCMVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7IeR6CUhq0g/s400/Acordar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Parece que todo dia é manhã o tempo todo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Não que o sol esteja sempre presente, mas perdura aquela sensação do dispertar que nos faz tão miúdos: O corpo ainda confuso de seus movimentos, os olhos que ainda não enxergam com clareza, a voz grave, rouca, falha... A ambigua vontade entre espriguiçar-se e recolher-se novamente pra cama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quando acordamos fica ainda a sensibilidade da alma que acabou de vir dos sonhos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Fica ainda a alma latejando... É então que qualquer palavra, gesto ou respiração, que façamos ou que recebamos, toca essa alma e nos faz emocionados...vivos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Eis a fragilidade das manhãs que me atordoa por todo o dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mirela Lima&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/8143537135411625862-5608764431494667601?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/5608764431494667601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=5608764431494667601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/5608764431494667601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/5608764431494667601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/03/alma-latente.html' title='Alma Latente...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Sgi_lSKCMVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7IeR6CUhq0g/s72-c/Acordar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-5581140777204467065</id><published>2009-03-13T18:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:26:38.511-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A MAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbrPeFGTpfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nsfZswH0FVg/s1600-h/maos_dadas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312786826108577266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbrPeFGTpfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nsfZswH0FVg/s400/maos_dadas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coisa mais infinita que une e divide os continentes do nosso mundo num paralelismo universal. Repulsa suas mágoas em ondas e engole suas paixões pro fundo de seu ser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando se enfurece afoga, mas quando é manso traz paz inigualável.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora entendo porque no verbo do amor existe um mar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirela Lima&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/8143537135411625862-5581140777204467065?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/5581140777204467065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=5581140777204467065' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/5581140777204467065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/5581140777204467065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/03/mar.html' title='A MAR...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbrPeFGTpfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nsfZswH0FVg/s72-c/maos_dadas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-4194236239764694337</id><published>2009-03-13T18:05:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:10:03.821-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não é buraco é plenitude...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbrLetz_GlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SVLrNXF4ka8/s1600-h/normal_caminhos_perfumados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312782438991075922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbrLetz_GlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SVLrNXF4ka8/s400/normal_caminhos_perfumados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;NADA ANDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ênfase de Vazios em fase de vazios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Não cantei nada porque não tinha o que cantar. Não é buraco é plenitude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sei que me sinto um mar: Tem em si, pedras, peixes, conchas, história e vida... mas apenas vai e vem no seu balanço musicado e nada diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirela Lima&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/8143537135411625862-4194236239764694337?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/4194236239764694337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=4194236239764694337' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/4194236239764694337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/4194236239764694337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao-e-buraco-e-plenitude.html' title='Não é buraco é plenitude...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbrLetz_GlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SVLrNXF4ka8/s72-c/normal_caminhos_perfumados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-957190438226253155</id><published>2009-03-13T18:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:04:08.688-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Âmago de Sentimentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbrKKvs5A6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/qnvuWQQB_kg/s1600-h/fenix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312780996389176226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbrKKvs5A6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/qnvuWQQB_kg/s400/fenix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FÊNIX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Encontrei meu momento fênix.&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentada no meu âmago de sentimentos que querem se renovar e me fazem viva.&lt;br /&gt;Me vejo entre outros ciclos, outras rodas, outros globos girando.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que meu mundo completou 360º e estou em um novo lugar!&lt;br /&gt;É difícil aceitar que está no presente que há, o fim do belo passado que tive...&lt;br /&gt;É difícil ir contra a essa sensação que tenho de que as coisas são sempre reticências, embora seja mais certeiro olhar e ver: existe um ponto final.&lt;br /&gt;O que muda é continuar a contar a mesma história ou começar uma nova, porém sempre haverá um novo ponto de partida!&lt;br /&gt;Estou num momento de morte! Hoje morri.&lt;br /&gt;Morri a esperança, morri os laços que ainda existiam e eu nutria que eram fortes laços, morri a sensação de ser presente todo passado que vivi...&lt;br /&gt;Com muita beleza morri!&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a beleza que eu nunca antes havia encontrado nos fins.&lt;br /&gt;O fim era algo triste pra mim, mas eis que encontro um riso sincero dentro do desespero que me toma conta: nessa dor me torno maior, nesse sofrer me torno mais forte, quando penso ter diminuído, descubro que era apenas impulso pra saltar mais longe.&lt;br /&gt;Estou em cinzas: miúda, frágil, recolhida, em tons de cinza...&lt;br /&gt;Fui queimada pela paixão que me ascendeu e voou, pela amizade que me soprou, pelo medo que me abateu.&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento a solidão apareceu, a tristeza gritou, o abismo se dilatou...Nossa! Quanta vida me aconteceu!&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que do pó ao pó aqui estou.&lt;br /&gt;A coragem que tive de deixar ir, embora sem convicção de término, deixou na fumaça de minhas cinzas as marcas de tudo que é belo e tudo que é doído.&lt;br /&gt;Renasço em poucos minutos.&lt;br /&gt;Respiro profundamente.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha frente um caminho ainda nebuloso, que se revelará em poucos segundos...&lt;br /&gt;Dou meu primeiro passo...&lt;br /&gt;E me abandono no desconhecido.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirela Lima&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/8143537135411625862-957190438226253155?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/957190438226253155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=957190438226253155' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/957190438226253155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/957190438226253155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/03/amago-de-sentimentos.html' title='Âmago de Sentimentos...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbrKKvs5A6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/qnvuWQQB_kg/s72-c/fenix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-8808652189802392527</id><published>2009-03-13T17:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:45:20.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Independe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbrFeAAqjuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9bly4sjlVK8/s1600-h/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312775829626457826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbrFeAAqjuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9bly4sjlVK8/s400/saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SENTIMENTO NO ESPELHO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.Eu te amo!: Sim eu amo todo e qualquer ser que simplesmente passe na minha vida. Meu amor independe do tempo de convivência. Cada ser humano é especial! O quanto agente considera essa especialidade depois é apenas o quanto conhecemos da pessoa com a qual convivemos! Mas ainda sim independente do quanto te conheço, TE AMO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E isso é simplismente porque todo ser humano tem o meu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A não ser que você prove pra mim que ainda tem pouco tempo pra amar, então eu apenas te adorarei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Se você me disser que ainda não dá pra adorar, eu ainda assim ficarei gostando de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Assim acontecerá sucessivamente... E quanto mais você não permitir que o meu amor se aproxime de ti...mais destruído ele ficara...podendo, dependendo de você, até chegar ao ódio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas isso nunca será motivo pra eu não poder evoluir os sentimentos até chegar novamente ao:!Eu te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirela Lima&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/8143537135411625862-8808652189802392527?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/8808652189802392527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=8808652189802392527' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/8808652189802392527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/8808652189802392527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/03/independe.html' title='Independe...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbrFeAAqjuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9bly4sjlVK8/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-7738902039862736420</id><published>2009-03-13T16:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:12:42.475-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pela Vida Serestando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Sbq9hbbj9XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/v9B6Z45bf84/s1600-h/borboleta+esot%C3%A9rica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312767092433614194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Sbq9hbbj9XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/v9B6Z45bf84/s400/borboleta+esot%C3%A9rica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALMA NÔMADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Como todo outro ser sou mutável, passo por milhares de fases tão rápidas e revolucionárias que as vezes pareço estar a todo momento errada a meu respeito.Porém sei que sou a fase que estou e estou sempre na fase de ser quem sou..e assim vou pela vida nesse SER-ESTANDO e mesmo nessa confusão, vou pela vida SERESTANDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirela Lima&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/8143537135411625862-7738902039862736420?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/7738902039862736420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=7738902039862736420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/7738902039862736420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/7738902039862736420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/03/pela-vida-serestando.html' title='Pela Vida Serestando...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Sbq9hbbj9XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/v9B6Z45bf84/s72-c/borboleta+esot%C3%A9rica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-332998896736081840</id><published>2009-03-12T22:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:30:55.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Senti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Sbm01zldSlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/munZ8_F2Ix4/s1600-h/suspiro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312476071933594194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Sbm01zldSlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/munZ8_F2Ix4/s400/suspiro.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SENTInDOs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É claro que eu sei quem sou! Aliás tenho idéia absoluta de quem sou, mas assim como não se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;descreve o que se sente, não se descreve o que se é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por isso acho lindo o trabalho dos poetas! Usam todas as palavras ao alcance deles para descrever um sentimento, e só o entende quem já o sentiu!&lt;br /&gt;Para quem sentiu o sentimento descrito, a poesia parece decifrar a alma. Mas para quem NÃO SENTIU, a poesia parece algo assim...SEM SENTIDO!!! (Nada mais justo não?)&lt;br /&gt;Só quem me sente pode me entender...e aparentemente apenas eu tenho acesso ao sentir-me!! De nada adianta falar dos meu defeitos ou qualidade, meus gostos, minhas atitudes diante determinadas situações...&lt;br /&gt;Isso tudo só FAZ SENTIDO pra mim... que tenho na alma o SENTIDO exato das palavras!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirela Lima&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/8143537135411625862-332998896736081840?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/332998896736081840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=332998896736081840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/332998896736081840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/332998896736081840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/03/senti.html' title='Senti...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Sbm01zldSlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/munZ8_F2Ix4/s72-c/suspiro.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-8137779994498545312</id><published>2009-02-26T20:49:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:33:59.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem derrAMAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbrBOdwGgeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xQkHghKml-M/s1600-h/mulher_agua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312771164685631970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbrBOdwGgeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xQkHghKml-M/s400/mulher_agua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SENTIMENTOS LÍQUIDOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sentimentos líquidos escorrem entre os dedos, em vãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E triste é saber que esteve em minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E agora em vão, são grãos no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E eu sedento, sem alimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Primeiro morrerei seco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Depois ressaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mor-re-seca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Re-seco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Seca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Beber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Rápido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Engolir seco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Um exato momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E pedirei ao sentimento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Deixe-se! Deixe-se sem derramar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Eleva-me ao teu mar, e me faz amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirela Lima&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/8143537135411625862-8137779994498545312?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/8137779994498545312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=8137779994498545312' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/8137779994498545312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/8137779994498545312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/02/sem-derramar.html' title='Sem derrAMAR...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbrBOdwGgeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xQkHghKml-M/s72-c/mulher_agua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-6867823163110187157</id><published>2009-02-26T20:48:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:28:46.301-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbmxXTXC6SI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LeXXYjVlXSY/s1600-h/solid%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312472249352251682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbmxXTXC6SI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LeXXYjVlXSY/s400/solid%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;EXISTIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Quando a tortura da existência resolve se manifestar e o suicídio é proibido...Como expressar a dor, senão gritando pro mundo..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde encontar a morte pela segunda vez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirela Lima&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-6867823163110187157?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/6867823163110187157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=6867823163110187157' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/6867823163110187157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/6867823163110187157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/02/dor.html' title='Dor...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbmxXTXC6SI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LeXXYjVlXSY/s72-c/solid%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-932415159849883375</id><published>2009-02-26T20:47:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:27:55.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradição...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbmvLl5--hI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ipt6ymz41Zs/s1600-h/lados+opostos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312469849148946962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbmvLl5--hI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ipt6ymz41Zs/s400/lados+opostos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( Foto de António Ramos alterada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbmujraLk4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/PYLf_1NG_gY/s1600-h/lados+opostos.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANALFABETA DE SENTIMENTOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Alma de poetiza analfabeta de seus sentimentos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na mente a fênix, na cabeça museu empoeirado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas víceras fome, na barriga vazio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No coração a borboleta, no peito o passaro engaiolado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sexo a vida, nas entranhas aborto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos pernas o futuro, nos caminhos labirintos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos pés o sustento, porém o corpo não vive a força da alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Então tudo Desaba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirela Lima&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/8143537135411625862-932415159849883375?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/932415159849883375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=932415159849883375' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/932415159849883375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/932415159849883375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/02/contradicao.html' title='Contradição...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SbmvLl5--hI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ipt6ymz41Zs/s72-c/lados+opostos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-8539487975420886186</id><published>2009-02-26T20:45:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:26:57.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Destinos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Sbmq51ZqE8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/1pZnzmpzRt4/s1600-h/escolha2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312465146024170434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Sbmq51ZqE8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/1pZnzmpzRt4/s400/escolha2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como disse na apresentação, há muito tempo escrevo coisas. Esse é um dos mais antigos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EM COMUM AMOR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Te amo e meu amor te ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Como te amar e destruir o amor do meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Não quero te evitar ...mas pro meu amor não chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Vou ter que me sacrificar, te sacrificar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Te dar de oferenda ao meu amor amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Terei que te sacrificar, me sacrificar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Matar o meu amor, pro meu amor não morrer de dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mas por favor só me abraça..e que tudo seja amor amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tudo farei em favor do meu amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Por favor...seja amigo do meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E seja amigo desse meu amor Por favor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirela Lima&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/8143537135411625862-8539487975420886186?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/8539487975420886186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=8539487975420886186' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/8539487975420886186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/8539487975420886186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/02/destinos.html' title='Destinos...'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/Sbmq51ZqE8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/1pZnzmpzRt4/s72-c/escolha2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143537135411625862.post-145110159123146944</id><published>2009-02-11T16:58:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:34:34.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexo do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SZMg53V-oAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XvQvheGhgxY/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301617364825972738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SZMg53V-oAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XvQvheGhgxY/s400/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Essa luz dos olhos meus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que do espelho me vêm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vêm minhas máscaras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vêm minhas pinturas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refletem no mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e me vêm nua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143537135411625862-145110159123146944?l=parale-lado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/feeds/145110159123146944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143537135411625862&amp;postID=145110159123146944' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/145110159123146944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143537135411625862/posts/default/145110159123146944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parale-lado.blogspot.com/2009/02/essa-luz-dos-olhos-meus-que-do-espelho.html' title='Reflexo do mundo'/><author><name>Mirela Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06447396258195924400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6_RyQCSLZ8/TwwxyjbRy0I/AAAAAAAAARk/1GJewPVksG8/s220/DSC02766.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OhhM8t3GpGI/SZMg53V-oAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XvQvheGhgxY/s72-c/DSC00159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
