<?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-16587354</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:36:04.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Razão e parafina.</title><subtitle type='html'>Perder dentro de si mesmo é o pior desastre.
Escrever é libertação.
Tentei outras terras.
Uma ou outra.
Objetivo: liberdade e felicidade (ou simplemente viver!)
P.S.: Ou o fogo me queimar, derreter-me e eu sumir...restando alguma lembrança retorcida, mal formada, daquilo que um dia fui ou tentei ser.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-1457382075554327477</id><published>2008-06-19T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T05:29:09.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N22GVlohk6s/SFpNFThoniI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xeCm-8VJvsQ/s1600-h/kiss_net_whiteblack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213564272170802722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N22GVlohk6s/SFpNFThoniI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xeCm-8VJvsQ/s200/kiss_net_whiteblack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje completamos um período juntos. Alegramo-nos no Senhor por tudo quanto Ele nos tem feito. Não há mérito nosso, mas somente de Deus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;::Meu amor, amo-te sem saber a dimensão, a profundidade,o tamanho...é um amor maior que eu, pois nasceu no coração de Deus. Amo-te!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E não coloco ponto e não digo fato, é vida e reticências..."apenas começamos".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Je t'aimes plus fort!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-1457382075554327477?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/1457382075554327477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=1457382075554327477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/1457382075554327477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/1457382075554327477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/06/hoje-completamos-um-perodo-juntos.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N22GVlohk6s/SFpNFThoniI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xeCm-8VJvsQ/s72-c/kiss_net_whiteblack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-6686024106759953888</id><published>2008-06-18T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:13:09.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dias de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Dias de louvor.&lt;br /&gt;Dias em que meu coração se rebenta em adoração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero os teus beijos e recebo graça do meu Senhor.&lt;br /&gt;Quero o teu abraço, e recebo as bençãos do Salvador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te e te tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te e o amor cresce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disse-me, então, mais que dulcíssimas palavras - além das que derramas a mim todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Disse-me a declaração do amor eterno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - saiba - espero o dia da contemplação da graça do Senhor.&lt;br /&gt;O que direi? Não sei...Não me caibo de tanta Alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Não cai uma folha seca se Deus não permitir. Vejo DEUS em tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Havia um propósito em poder ver o teu rosto tão logo pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;e vc me dizendo o que sentias. Amo-te, meu amor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-6686024106759953888?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/6686024106759953888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=6686024106759953888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/6686024106759953888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/6686024106759953888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/06/seu-sorriso-sob-o-luar-ou-o-sol-da-manh.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-2848553958247062634</id><published>2008-06-13T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:17:31.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A pedidos, estou publicando aqui o texto do fotolog de ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.idiosygkrasias.blogger.com.br/giu_deni_net.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão líndrigo!:: Dia dos Namorados::&lt;br /&gt;- Pour mon amour -&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho palavras para agradecer ao Senhor pelo amor dEle por nós. Tenho vivido tempos de graça...Um ano que começou com adversidades, mas sempre o milagre de Deus acontecendo. Deus é bom, não restam dúvidas.&lt;br /&gt;Hesitei a priori, mas o Senhor me agraciou com amor por este moço...que foi chegando de mansinho, quando ainda estava envolvida com outra pessoa...(ponto) É, mas palavra alguma conseguiria expressar o que sinto hoje por ele. Meu coração se enche de ALEGRIA, de paz que excede todo entendimento e - sobretudo - amor.&lt;br /&gt;Exclamo sem hesitação: ele é o meu presente gracioso de Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, amo-te intensamente. Obrigada por compartilharmos nossas vidas. Nossa comunhão tem sido benção.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me tão agraciada, que não preciso de presentes, jantares, etc...Não me sinto corrompida pelo consumismo deste mundo com percepções tão exacerbadas...Quero a graça de um amor singelo e sereno.&lt;br /&gt;"Eu ssssssiiiii ammuuuu", minha rapadura de abrobrinha; chicretinho de quiabo; suflê de maxixe; cumbuca de tempero; "roiz cuovu"; ai ai...zézim...TÃO LÍNDRIGO!&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime mon amour! Ich liebe dich! Ya tebya liubliu! Ti amo! Te quiero! Ani ohev et toa! S'agapw!&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;:: Eu e meu amor no Chili Peppers, 30/05/08 ::&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;[Foto by Bibi]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-2848553958247062634?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/2848553958247062634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=2848553958247062634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/2848553958247062634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/2848553958247062634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/06/pedidos-estou-publicando-aqui-o-texto.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-5250418681433860912</id><published>2008-06-10T04:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T04:21:24.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já passei por tantos caminhos e a cada passo uma vila se mostrava em mim. Meu coração tem se alegrado com a bondade do Senhor e como as coisas têm acontecido de modo tão instantâneo. Tive um início de ano complicado, mas tenho visto o crescimento e a bondade de Jesus em minha vida. As adversidades podem nos afogar ou ser um trampolim para voarmos. A minha alma ganhou asas e estou começando a aprender a voar. Tive um final de semana tão abençoado que a satisfação é tão grande que não cabe no peito. Há mais de um mês estou neste júbilo constante e não sei o que fazer, a não ser aproveitar, com tanta felicidade! Obrigada, Senhor, pelo teu agir em mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-5250418681433860912?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/5250418681433860912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=5250418681433860912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/5250418681433860912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/5250418681433860912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/06/j-passei-por-tantos-caminhos-e-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-6610112793288298044</id><published>2008-05-29T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:01:35.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dia 12/05/08: Chinês na Caixa&lt;br /&gt;Dia 19/05/08: Hesitação/ Retorno / Final-começo  feliz&lt;br /&gt;Dia 21/05/08: Han?! Hein?! Ópera&lt;br /&gt;Dia 26/05/08 : Corte a cebola, a azeitona, ...hum! Comida boa. Mãe! Pai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vimos a graça de Deus. Für dich meine liebe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-6610112793288298044?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/6610112793288298044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=6610112793288298044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/6610112793288298044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/6610112793288298044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/05/dia-260508-jantar-com-meus-pais.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-5876569880769269636</id><published>2008-05-12T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T04:54:03.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A letra G do seu nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso falar da graça que veio até mim no início deste ano e fiquei impressionada como a nossa vida é cheia de curvas. Era quase meu aniversário quando o conheci, mas pouco nos falamos e logo veio o meu acidente. Perdemos um pouco o contato, apesar dele ser constante em me ligar. A grande dificuldade era a falta de aproximação e intimidade. Ficamos entre parênteses e fui seguindo meu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse período, tinha conhecido alguém também e andei confusa e hesitante com relação a um monte de gente. Algumas turbulências me deixaram hesitante e desconfiando das pessoas. E, por isso, mantive-me onde estava, deixei a correnteza do inusitado me levar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, veio março e ele começou a me surpreender. Mas comecei a perceber as nossas afinidades e as "não-afinidades",  as esquisitices, os risos perdidos, cinema, boa comida, luau e... veio abril e quase não me contive quando ele me convidou para viajarmos. Era dia 03/04. Surpreendeu-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele viajou uns dias no feriado da semana santa, mas me ligou todos os dias, falava da saudade...e, então, revelou o seu desejo de “construir uma relação romântica e intensa comigo”. Fiquei assustada! Literalmente perdida e confusa entre a vida errante e indiferente e o carinho e respeito cheio de consideração e entrega. Tenho visto graça. Acho graça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou meio assim-sei-lá...Cheia de dúvidas, mas algo me impulsiona...não sei o que é...mas está me ocorrendo isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de chorar! Engraçado falar de graça e querer chorar...vai entender?!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me confusa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-5876569880769269636?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/5876569880769269636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=5876569880769269636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/5876569880769269636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/5876569880769269636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/05/letra-g-do-seu-nome.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-2743462774764413272</id><published>2008-04-27T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:16:36.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O final de semana foi tão doce com o sarau em minha casa e meus bons amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultado do dia - ouvir o novo trabalho de Adriana Calcanhoto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEU PENSAMENTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A uma hora dessas&lt;br /&gt;por onde estará seu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Terá os pés na terra&lt;br /&gt;ou vento no cabelo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A uma hora dessas&lt;br /&gt;por onde andará seu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Dará voltas na Terra&lt;br /&gt;ou no estacionamento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde longe Londres Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;ou na minha cama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A uma hora dessas&lt;br /&gt;por onde vagará seu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Terá os pés na areia&lt;br /&gt;em pleno apartamento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A uma hora dessas&lt;br /&gt;por onde passará seu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro da minha saia&lt;br /&gt;ou pelo firmamento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde longe Leme Luanda&lt;br /&gt;ou na minha cama?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-2743462774764413272?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/2743462774764413272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=2743462774764413272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/2743462774764413272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/2743462774764413272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-final-de-semana-foi-to-doce-com-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-611700212853716194</id><published>2008-03-19T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T05:54:13.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REABERTO!&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;Tento encontrar um quê capaz de trazer ao mundo uma luz que desvende e ilumine todo este universo ilusório que estou inserida. Queria um raio capaz de revelar quem é bom e quem é ruim. Um eixo com a etiqueta de caminho seguro. Placas luminosas “você está no caminho certo”.&lt;br /&gt;Seria bom? Talvez. A vida deveria ser tão sem graça e sem densidade. Ter livre-arbítrio é sentir a densidade da dúvida e a conseqüência das escolhas. Decisões.&lt;br /&gt;Isso me anima e traz a vontade de prosseguir, sabendo que estou vivendo. O que me importa é estar viva. Ser útil. Preciso promover vida. Preciso olhar pra mim e continuar. Prossigo!&lt;br /&gt;O resto é resto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-611700212853716194?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/611700212853716194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=611700212853716194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/611700212853716194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/611700212853716194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/03/reaberto-tento-encontrar-um-qu-capaz-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-7063106452263675854</id><published>2008-03-18T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:20:34.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Comida chinesa. Amo!&lt;br /&gt;Fondue de chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Morangos.&lt;br /&gt;Lua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-7063106452263675854?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/7063106452263675854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=7063106452263675854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/7063106452263675854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/7063106452263675854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/03/comida-chinesa.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-8981602040261828334</id><published>2008-02-25T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:57:05.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FECHADO POR TEMPO INDETERMINADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N22GVlohk6s/R8OR1mwwL6I/AAAAAAAAADo/CccNDIQiNMI/s1600-h/closed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N22GVlohk6s/R8OR1mwwL6I/AAAAAAAAADo/CccNDIQiNMI/s200/closed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171137147275587490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idiosygkrasias.blogger.com.br/salmos_139.JPG"&gt;Clique e leia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-8981602040261828334?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/8981602040261828334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=8981602040261828334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/8981602040261828334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/8981602040261828334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N22GVlohk6s/R8OR1mwwL6I/AAAAAAAAADo/CccNDIQiNMI/s72-c/closed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-3009324305179890911</id><published>2008-02-22T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T05:43:10.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elevação do estrogênio na fase pré-menstrual é uma das causas da TPM. A minha oscilação de humor está relacionada a isso e a uma boa colherada de tédio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso ver gente e vitamina "E"! ahhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-3009324305179890911?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/3009324305179890911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=3009324305179890911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/3009324305179890911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/3009324305179890911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/02/elevao-do-estrognio-na-fase-pr.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-5698871324812933166</id><published>2008-02-21T11:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:45:19.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sou doce, mas só exprimo o amargo para o ser.&lt;br /&gt;Pingam, não gotas de chuvas, mas as lágrimas que inundam o meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;Choro pela minha incapacidade de simplesmente viver toda a doçura que abrigo dentro de mim, que não permito pela minha incapacidade de não parar de pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, as nuvens poderiam ser de algodão ou de algodão doce(melhor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só consigo transparecer a minha indiferença teatral. Por mais que queira ficar, fujo!&lt;br /&gt;E já comecei a fugir, sem razão, sem motivo, sem...&lt;br /&gt;Ah,  como queria que as nuvens torrenciais do meu ser fossem apenas um amontoado de algodão doce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-5698871324812933166?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/5698871324812933166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=5698871324812933166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/5698871324812933166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/5698871324812933166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/02/sou-doce-mas-s-exprimo-o-amargo-para-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-8318378947477284284</id><published>2008-02-18T07:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T07:57:36.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Se as respostas às perguntas da vida são absolutamente necessárias para você, então esqueça a viagem. Você nunca chegará lá, pois esta é uma viagem de incógnitas, de perguntas sem resposta, de enigmas, de coisas incompreensíveis e, principalmente, injustas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Madame Jeanne Guyon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-8318378947477284284?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/8318378947477284284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=8318378947477284284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/8318378947477284284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/8318378947477284284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/02/se-as-respostas-s-perguntas-da-vida-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-7736694264350868875</id><published>2008-02-14T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:55:26.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sua ausência me condena a dor da saudade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pensado sobre isso. Estou refletindo meu "modus vivendi" e buscando um ponto de equilíbrio. O parênteses de tudo isso é o nível de permissividades que me inseri, ao passo que a vida me deu uma chance de vê-la melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, como dizem, que "há males que vem para o bem". Tento tão somente sentir, coisa que nunca me permiti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-7736694264350868875?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/7736694264350868875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=7736694264350868875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/7736694264350868875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/7736694264350868875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/02/sua-ausncia-me-condena-dor-da-saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-2231623775430104160</id><published>2008-02-06T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T05:20:43.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Coração! Alma! Entendimento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Ontem à noite, resolvemos conversar. Quis expor algo - sobre minha mente e corpo. Algo cotidiano(nem tanto), muito singular. Receosa ao passo que segura ao contar.&lt;br /&gt;Senti seu abraço forte, cuidadoso e cheio de graça. Isso me comoveu!&lt;br /&gt;Com os olhos cheios de lágrimas, exclamei: "eu te amo com todo o meu coração, toda a minha alma e todo o meu entendimento!" Acho que nunca entendi a profundidade dessas palavras como ontem. Percebi que o nosso amor está acima deste mundo(fato). Declarei não pela situação, mas pelo que é. Vi que não falei por falar, mas algo que se consolidou ao longo dos anos. E isso, resumo, é maravilhoso. Isso é graça! Isso é a vida que tenho e quero ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és o meu bem-querer...tudo o que tenho e sou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Uma carta de amor para o meu DEUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-2231623775430104160?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/2231623775430104160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=2231623775430104160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/2231623775430104160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/2231623775430104160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/02/corao-alma-entendimento-ontem-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-4067638915060980170</id><published>2008-01-25T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T07:54:56.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inferno astral se aproximando.&lt;br /&gt;Nem creio, mas todos os anos é a mesma coisa! [offline]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-4067638915060980170?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/4067638915060980170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=4067638915060980170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/4067638915060980170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/4067638915060980170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/01/inferno-astral-se-aproximando.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-2020530864269102760</id><published>2008-01-24T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T03:52:10.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É, parece que a morte está nos rondando ou é impressão? Funerárias de olhos abertos...(humor negro hj!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei lá... a vida tem sempre razão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Toquinho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias que eu fico pensando na vida&lt;br /&gt;E sinceramente não vejo saída.&lt;br /&gt;Como é, por exemplo, que dá pra entender:&lt;br /&gt;A gente mal nasce, começa a morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da chegada vem sempre a partida,&lt;br /&gt;Porque não há nada sem separação.&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá, a vida é uma grande ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá, só sei que ela está com a razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente nem sabe que males se apronta.&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo de conta, fingindo esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Que nada renasce antes que se acabe,&lt;br /&gt;E o sol que desponta tem que anoitecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nada adianta ficar-se de fora.&lt;br /&gt;A hora do sim é o descuido do não.&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá, só sei que é preciso paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá, a vida tem sempre razão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-2020530864269102760?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/2020530864269102760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=2020530864269102760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/2020530864269102760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/2020530864269102760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/01/parece-que-morte-est-nos-rondando-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-8761391393225136114</id><published>2008-01-18T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:56:10.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E a frase de hoje é pelo acaso e a grandiosidade da frase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O verdadeiro lugar do nascimento é aquele em que lançamos pela primeira vez um olhar inteligente sobre nós mesmos..." - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marguerite_Yourcenar"&gt;Marguerite Yourcenar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-8761391393225136114?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/8761391393225136114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=8761391393225136114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/8761391393225136114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/8761391393225136114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/01/e-frase-de-hoje-pelo-acaso-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-5955101040283061751</id><published>2008-01-13T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T12:57:01.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poucas foram as minhas tentativas, apesar das possibilidades.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas são as minhas hesitações e restrições, assim como a minha pluralidade e falta de medo de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Eu me lanço!&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo!&lt;br /&gt;Sem restrições!&lt;br /&gt;Apenas tentando!&lt;br /&gt;Apenas vivendo!&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sendo ou estando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-5955101040283061751?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/5955101040283061751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=5955101040283061751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/5955101040283061751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/5955101040283061751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/01/tento-poucas-foram-as-minhas-tentativas.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-5696606726659677290</id><published>2008-01-10T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:39:18.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ela conversava uns lances meio loucos. Uma louca qualquer não faria aquilo. Louca e sofisticada é algo raro. É o espírito de libertação e sutilezas. Loucura para quem é tão normal, patético e medíocre. Ser louco hoje é elogio, quer dizer que és e está na "contra-mão-do-sistema".&lt;br /&gt;Então, lançar-me-ei neste propósito.&lt;br /&gt;Coragem loucona!&lt;br /&gt;Fé loucona!&lt;br /&gt;Vontades louconas!&lt;br /&gt;Quero pessoas assim na minha cola!&lt;br /&gt;Cola!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-5696606726659677290?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/5696606726659677290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=5696606726659677290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/5696606726659677290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/5696606726659677290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2008/01/ela-conversava-uns-lances-meio-loucos.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-2744296695341074124</id><published>2007-11-27T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T13:17:25.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amor sem palavras Eu o vi dirigindo no carro ao lado. Ele soltava o volante para se comunicar em libras com os amigos. "-Que cara lindo, gente!", pensei alto. Meus amigos freiaram o carro para ver "o lindo". E meu coração pulou de felicidade:"-Gente, quero namorá-lo!" E meus amigos: "-ô, gente!" Ele e os amigos vibraram e me olhavam no trânsito. Com vergonha, era massivamente instigada pelas pessoas comigo no carro. Risos e beijinhos ao trânsito. "-Ai, gente, tô com vergonha!" Mas, em plena avenida de alta velocidade e movimento, procurei uma caneta e papel e nada! Que agonia, ele ao lado, espera uma resposta e sem saber libras....ai, o quê dizer, fazer, sem ser ridícula ou agir como se ele fosse um retardado?! Colocamos os carros em paralela, ainda em movimento, olhei nos olhos dele e entreguei o papel com o meu número de celular para ele me ligar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eita, mas como um surdo-mudo vai me ligar??? Ai, como sou burra!" Risos incontroláveis no carro!&lt;br /&gt;"-Gente, como ele vai me ligar? E o que faço? Ai, meu Deus!" rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;" - Calma, ele te manda uma msg!"&lt;br /&gt;" - Gente, mas se ele marcar um encontro?! Não sei Libras!" kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;" - Leva um caderninho e uma caneta, aí tá tudo certo, dona moça!"&lt;br /&gt;" - É vero!" Então, ele acelerou e fez sinal para que eu parasse à frente. O amigo dele veio até mim, achando que o estava paquerando. Então, sinalizei para o lindinho motorista, que - prontamente - veio até mim e anotou seu telefone e email.&lt;br /&gt;Em silêncio me olhou e em silêncio se despediu... Em silêncio, sorri e fui embora timidamente, mas cheia de emoções!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-2744296695341074124?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/2744296695341074124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=2744296695341074124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/2744296695341074124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/2744296695341074124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2007/11/amor-sem-palavras-eu-o-vi-dirigindo-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-6648968423721946006</id><published>2007-07-31T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:21:39.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Que bom: não deu certo. De alguma forma eu quis, ele demonstrou  ter gostado mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Hesitei!&lt;br /&gt;E todo o belo desenho da areia se desfez com o vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São efêmeros registros de momentos, dos "agoras" que compõem minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-6648968423721946006?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/6648968423721946006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=6648968423721946006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/6648968423721946006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/6648968423721946006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2007/07/que-bom-no-deu-certo.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-1865904571081189302</id><published>2007-06-26T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:19:10.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou pensando, falando com meus botões. Tentei, fui lá e tal.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que agradei demais, parece que vou me iludir outra vez, parece que quero...tento!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-1865904571081189302?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/1865904571081189302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=1865904571081189302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/1865904571081189302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/1865904571081189302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2007/06/estou-pensando-falando-com-meus-botes.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-4552854151811332922</id><published>2007-06-06T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:31:01.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não se trata de reticências, pode ser um grupo nômade trilhando o deserto. O grupo nômade pode ser meus sentimentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-4552854151811332922?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/4552854151811332922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=4552854151811332922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/4552854151811332922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/4552854151811332922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias Cotidianas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10675657300646695100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16587354.post-3302027735455391449</id><published>2007-05-27T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T13:54:22.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Como entender que um sonho não realizado pode ser uma resposta de Deus para um novo caminho"(R. Fonseca)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16587354-3302027735455391449?l=razaoealegria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/feeds/3302027735455391449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16587354&amp;postID=3302027735455391449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/3302027735455391449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16587354/posts/default/3302027735455391449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razaoealegria.blogspot.com/2007/05/como-entender-que-um-sonho-no-realizado.html' title=''/><author><name>Idiossincrasias 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